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Karijinbba May 2019
Men come easy but few dear get closer extracting beauty
from my beast.
Men often ask me how come I chose to be unmarried for so long why so cellective
I tell them most men do the same mistake they are attracted to my light smily eyes and cute plump femenine shape and never fail to see me as tishue paper meat to satiate some pure carnal need most disregard my pristine womanly motherly wifely
innate nature my spirit soul

i am not just a mule who anyman can mount harness lead walk and run mounted onto without accountability
nor to fill mans grassy other needing wear without genuine commitment to then just leave my heart behind used broken having lost time effort physical inand mental piece of mind

Many other women in this city this country are just a body to be used "no strings attached!." in other words "no love" nor loving commited relationship intended!

I can't for the life of me sucumb to such shallow tribial macho pass time
diseases can become
a lifetime burden
I am not willing to drag with me stds as companions.
Solitude is my bittersweet virtue my passion is my physical and mental health my family and writing primordial to staying alife family matters most to me.
not competing with other women for a user male in trivial heat
like dogs in hormonal instinctual ****** vices bluntly said;
I am no ***** for no dog in heat. Naturally I was open to reign Queen for one King of hearts only once upon a time knowing charm grace in his kingdom beauty-rest mattress-master bedroom, the utter boredom of married life, respectability the old folks the exquizite blessed joy of precious children to cherish protect and adore but those don't exist in my
late neighborhoods they call single mothers strugling alone like i did"disfunctional family, without a father figure!"
but no father was better to my kids existed certainly not the  seeder sadist psychoath poisoner greek human trafficant  nor second one ******* user impotent who couldn't control his forced emissions wasn't better then my Motherly Kali's instincts my single protective motherhood was best.
I was better father-Mom in my daughters case.

the worst city for love and marriage to last on earth or
to raise children who won't treasure single divorced motherhood sacrifices is here Hollywood California.

Better is Houston Kemah Texas in USA England, Ireland India owning family values good marriages non greedy men children grow up better there because school friends
are rooted healthier at home
respecting family bonds
unity unbreakable is the key.

"A house divided by itself cannot stand, it will utterlly be destroyed says  "The holy book" and its true in my world.
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By: Karijinbba
All rights reserved
{Revised again 06/11/19}
thanks for reading
liking, loving
or just flying by over
my field of dreams
lovely butterflies
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Beautiful women single Moms divorcees battered wives Texas offers successful attainment of new husband with old fashion values perhaps England Ireland but its all over for me
love marruage joy has pass me by me like a photom of light streaming tgrough space and briefly missed here on H P.
Arcassin B May 2014
by Arcassin Burnham





...And when the sun has shined,
back then,
really had alot going for me at the time,
she was the only one that stayed on my mind,
and just to find a sence of chance,i was so blind,
to see that she could never love a boy , with a blank life,
suicide whispered in my ear at the hands of my story,
fled off my tears , and took all my glory,
and at the time,
wasnt cool enough to tell tall-tail stories,
but i had many things, to please them all before me,
misunderstood black kid,
searching for a purpose,
cause his mother utterlly kept secrets, to keep him nervous and hurtin'  got a long road ahead , but you gotta watch the serpant,
man , i  dont want to live ,
closing down the curtains.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2013/09/obsessed-memories-full-mastered-version.html
Bryce Fowler Aug 2018
Flying high above the clouds
Seeing the past behind depart
Brings a new feeling of relief to my eyes
I now see that life isn’t just spent in time
But with memories
The moments where we find ourselves utterlly broken down,
Spending time in a wasteland
We have lived in the moment of pure disaster
And chaos seems to find it’s way in
Time and time again
Spent letting the tears fall upon this wasteland
But none have succeeded in watering it
While, memories live here
Our thoughts escape our actions
Creating depth in this place
With its soil too dry for harvest
And it’s land cracked
Nothing dares to Sprout from its floor
This place is one where memories come to die

Memories shift the tides,
Always changing the landscape
Turning cracks and soil
Into a masterpiece of color and thought
The wasteland,
Turns into miles and miles
Of Green
Never begging for the fallen tears
Of memories, that were produced from disaster
Withering away with the thoughts that created
The wasteland.
Connecting thought to action and action
To thought
Turning tables have flipped perspectives
Day after day, year after year
Once more the Green has Grown again
And the drought was nothing but a
Distant Memory

— The End —