| Poems of Passion
Posted: 5/29/2005 9:43:15 AM | Evil Twin
Bantering of the evil twin
always wanting to sin
no morals or dignity exist
breaking your heart, you've made the list
it's a game of doing it first
unable to control it's like a curse
conflicted all through their life
beware or you'll be cut by the knife
manipulation is all that they know
to your face, they put on a show
till they get you within their grasp
poison bite, like the asp
leaving you good as dead
if you learn to much, you'll be torn to shreds. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:52:55 AM | Hi Newly,
Love the poem! Great to see you back! Can't wait for more!
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 5:55:43 PM | Thanks Sam~love your new pics.
Stimulation
Stimulation to the mind
always something yet to find
working empowering ecstasy
willing and wanting is everything
whispers, touching, caressing
kneading, thrusting and pulling in
together set the rhythm of sin
building the fire that set all night
one dominates while the other enjoys
till the spot is hit just right
turning the table as climbing on top
riding the bull taken by the horns
measured thrills as it all comes to a stop. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 7:49:29 PM | Pieces
Pick up the pieces and move
once again you'll find your groove
marked with destine's path
give some time and do the math
calculate every mark till now
friends will help by showing you how
not to forget, but turn
leading to another path left un burn
etching your marks as you strife
no more existing but living your life. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 8:18:10 PM | The Night-light
My thoughts are some where in the twilight,
Blinking, seeing, fading, moving to the night.
My thoughts are immured for trying to be right,
Shifting, revolving, rotating, swaying to you in my sight.
My thoughts are rejected by those who want to fight,
Using, knitting, weaving, palpitating them in slight.
My thoughts are massaged into a world of flight,
Knowing, glowing, laughing, praising which is your might.
My thoughts are my words that I use to be my light,
Elevating, raising, ascending, lifting your spirit to new heights.
My thoughts are projected onto this page so bright,
Looking, seeking, hunting, searching for the perfect night-light.
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Posted: 5/29/2005 8:32:10 PM | When will the Boys be Men?
When is the moment
when a boy becomes a man?
Is it a point in time
or the development of the body?
Is it the agility to sire a baby,
or the dexterity to raise a child?
Is it his hair in the loins,
or is it the ability to cry?
Is it the hair on his chest,
or is it the feelings in his heart?
Is it the depth in his voice,
or is it his perception of others?
Is it the length of his manhood,
or is it the love in his smile?
Is it the strength in his arms,
or is it the gentleness in his hug?
Is it the gait in his stride,
or is the walking tall with his mate?
Is it the boldness in his look,
or is it the humour in his eyes?
Is it the force in his stance,
or is it the compassion in his opinion?
Is it the durability in his body,
or is it tenderness in his words?
Is it the words he talks,
or is it the deeds he does?
Is it the adulthood of his age,
or is it the maturity of his being?
When will the boys be men?
When they know the values of life. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 8:55:14 PM | Evening Coach~thank you for your inspiring writes. Hope your evening is going well.
Tonight
Tonight is the night
I am my own light
seeking only serenity
for I am my own identity
happy, with who I am
not needing, to be one of them
it's taken a long time
for me to get to my prime
soul seeking a mate
time will be my fate
everything, that led me to now
lessons that made me vow
never wanting, to be anyone but me
when I let go, is when I became free. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:05:35 PM | Love to come and read here! Always such amazing write. Great job you guys!
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:37:30 PM |  to you Sam~
Where, What, Why and When
Where is the man?
who will reach out and touch my hand.
What is his name?
that his mother gave to his fame.
Why has it taken so long?
waiting on him to sing his song.
When will he come for me?
devote his love and decree. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:49:24 PM | Right back at ya Newly,
RUNNING MAN
Where is this man
He must have ran
He heard my name
And knew the game
It scared him so
For him to know
Running across the land
Never to walk hand in hand
Never knowing if we can
So now, I call him running man
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:51:16 PM | Thanks Sam~if you only knew my story of the running man. Seems as though he runs back and forth though. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:54:05 PM | Lock the gate, it's your choice what side he's on! LOL
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:56:34 PM | You're too funny. I will keep that thought though for the next time.  | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:58:42 PM | Been there before, i finally locked the door.
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:07:14 PM | lol I've actually asked if I should install a revolving door.
Eyes of Crystal
Eyes of crystal
eliminating light
searching for answers
lost in your life
look into the the eyes
see what will become
see your past mistakes
lose yourself in the light
to find the person you lost
starring into a mirror
stranger starring back
can you see a glimmer of light
somewhere inside the eyes
one speck of crystal
to assist through this spite
when you find it you will see
the person who is meant to be. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:12:31 PM | The radio man comes a running
His goal is very ambitious
to snag the one that is delicious.
He offers to pay for the treat
as the means to take you to his retreat.
He wants to conquer the very best
to add one more chalk mark on his vest.
The dancer sees an easy mark
one who is rich and managed like a dart.
But the radio man is smooth as silk
and captures the dancers urge for milk.
For the radio man is the one who is cunning.
And chalks up another one as he keeps running.
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:17:20 PM | All this chat about gates and locks and and and... when we can only be what we are. Maybe a bit foolish at times but hey we are here ..
When will you be true to yourself?
What is your life about?
If you can not see the truth about you.
What are your values worth?
If you can not see between night and day?
What is your word worth?
If you can not feel right or wrong..
What is your soul about?
If you tangle a human on a hook?
What is your heart essentially?
If not the sounding board of love.
What are your senses for?
If not to understand the feelings of others.
What is your worth?
If you can not give it to others.
What is your goodness?
If you do not say “For me!”
What is your exuberance?
If you take another to despair
What is genuine love?
Will You ever know!.
Yes, When you are true to yourself! | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:29:47 PM | REVOLVING DOOR
Spinning doors to see the man
If that’s the way, of your plan
Don’t just chase a phantom dream
For it takes two, to be a team
Hold yourself, with the highest respect
For in his mirror, it will reflect
If his love shall hold your name
Then you will feel the burning flame
If it doesn’t, then slam the door
And tell him that there is no more
Sam
All in good fun Coach!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:44:07 PM | Great one Sam , I install spinning doors for aliving and quite often get caught This is a great thread and don't mind me just here for the read and fun cheers
Chatter
Once on the phone does he chatter,
he moves through stages in the tattle,
From a good chew of the fat and chaffer,
to shouting the breeze in a claver,
to talking rapidly in a natter,
to running off at the mouth in a blabber,
on to a continuous brattle,
upping the level to a prattle,
finishing off in a cackle.
Oh! Does he chatter.....
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:51:43 PM | Coach, Thanks for taking my writing lightly, i'm in a dry humor mood tonight. Thanks for sharing your work with all of us. We enjoy it very much!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:55:19 PM | Now Sam, are you an by birth? And what's this dry humour thing... it's been pouring rain here all day.. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 11:00:51 PM | 5 days with no rain this month so far, today was bright and sunny! Must be the evil twin here tonight! One never knows, LOL LOL LOL
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 11:10:30 PM | The evil TWIN  ... is she the red head tonite? With all that moisture  must be good your way? | |
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