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Posted: 3/24/2008 7:48:10 PM | Hi there Ms. shadow queen, lovely to see you again!!!
Withering behind the shadow of you
bringing to life this heart of mine
forgoing the tears that once were mine
even today in those fears of what's to come
I face them with a different winked eye
Letting all take their own course
believing that what I have been through then
Couldn't possibly construde my thurst of tomorrow | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/24/2008 10:29:30 PM | Couldn't possibly construe my thirst of tomorrow
tomorrow's made of sunshine and rainbows
and even if a storm blows I'll be prepared
For whatever dares blow this way
to turn upside down what it may
I'll have my memories to make me stay
Warm arms surround and hold me tight
Snow all you want to tonight, I'm not getting cold!
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Msg: 3903 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/25/2008 7:15:01 AM | Snow all you want to tonight, I'm not getting cold!
As much as the bed wants and needs to hold
Chills are forbidden beneath this sheet
There will be another soon to provide heat
Will it be you? Will your moans echo off these barren walls?
Will the staccato cries of your ecstacy reverberate throughout these cold halls?
Submit to the will of the pillow and the lace
The cold cannot win out aginst the heat showing in your face | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 7:19:02 AM | oops 4 minutes too slow! amends....
The cold cannot win out aginst the heat showing in your face
I'm sorry I embarrassed you and put you in your place
but your behavior as of late has been such a disgrace
Someone had to let you know, you really are off base
You never paid the heating bill, and let the fire die
Now the pipes are frozen and I'm so mad I could cry
So I'm heading to the airport and to some Acapulco gold
Snow all you want to tonight, I'm not getting cold!
Snow all you want to tonight, I'm not getting cold!
Promises that spring is soon, are really getting old
I'm gonna make my own sunshine despite the wintry blast
'cause I've got you by my side I know the storm can't last
You shake me up with just one touch that electrifies me so
I don't care if the whole outside is still covered with snow
The way you wake that fire in me brings a tropic wave
that makes me want to heat things up and really misbehave | |
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Msg: 3905 | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 7:39:01 AM | ^^^^ nice fix!
makes me want to heat things up and really misbehave
to the point of going past the place where you can save
straddling the crisp horizon at the edge of pleasure
tickling every nerve and synapse beyond any measure
look into the face of want, desire, lust and passion
grasping onto anything that holds you in this fashion
heat, escape, your body screams inside this fantasy
letting go of all that binds you to reality | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 7:56:02 AM | letting go of all that binds you to reality
avarice, cruelty and human frailty
we're young forever in our minds
in constant wonder of our finds
our children's children set us free
we glimpse a world we used to see
we drop the sexual competition
and circle back to our origin | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 9:46:19 AM | and circle back to our origin
riding the thermals high
sweeping through the atmosphere
on obsidian wings we fly
reflecting past and future
from the depths of the moment of now
we fly into future promises
as the universe will allow. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 10:41:24 AM | Hi Mi crystal west wind.
--such a whore-- this promise of spring
whispering decadence and gifts she will bring
teasing and taunting with breezes so fair
making us want her right then and right there
then laughing with malice she shows us her ways
and blasts another cold one knocking us in a daze
caught with our pants down we lose our desire
go back in our houses and warm up by the fire | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 12:22:32 PM | Go back in our houses and warm up by the fire
--retire that thought that got caught. In the cold. Bloomers and all.
Polka dot, striped , clowns and cherries, you name it there is a shade
a colour, a style for every wile-smart
ass comment. For every bum. Like ... "Lick-me I'm a Sucker"
Knicker-bocker undies hang up once again. Wait ...
for spring. To come n slam some sun . I'd like to design some...and
make-a-some fun, I'd call my line, (of undies, silly) "Fridge-Magnets "(oxi moron)LOL | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 2:03:39 PM | make-a-some fun, I'd call my line, (of undies, silly) "Fridge-Magnets "(oxi moron)LOL
last time i bought me some undies i got a free one that says 'spring break'
which makes me smile...at 52 i guess i to can go jump in the lake
undies can be fun...i like to buy new ones...not many see
the rainbows with cherries or the fishies nice and green
it's mainly my secret that makes me wanna smile
if only they knew what i wear once in awhile
i guess you can never judge a package until it's undone! | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 3:46:29 PM | i guess you can never judge a package
until it's undone!
You got to count all your marbles
To see if you have won
Some play the big people game
In a very childish way
I’m on the sidelines with a whistle
Keeping score everyday
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Posted: 3/25/2008 4:08:50 PM | I'm on the sidelines with a whistle 
keeping score every day
flat out rollin ... to rolled-out of the hay
where I nibble my kibble
and sing songs all the day
eye'n me up a new parlay
with a skip and a dance
makes the clouds roll away
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Posted: 3/25/2008 5:12:16 PM | (Thanks to the young'n here for the following words)
A dance makes the clouds roll away
especially the funky chicken one
ya know the one:
"I don't wanna be a chicken,
I don't wanna be a duck,
So, I'm shake'n my butt!!,
cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck".......
Now let's "Hoooooookie Pooooooookie", put your left foot in.... | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 6:00:26 PM | If you really want to play
get yer work done during the day
spray that dirt off all your skin
come on over an let it begin
fresh and smiling with no baggage
dancing and laughing at the saggage
we can have lots of fun
counting backwards from one | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 6:13:12 PM | counting backwards from one
we sail on the other side of the sun
opposite worlds collide in space
and cancel each other no more two face
alice was looking and saw her way through
The mad hatter told her just what to do
down the black hole where light passes by
out in the universe sailing new sky | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 6:19:54 PM | out in the universe sailing new sky
phoenix risen from dust in the eye
third time
blind spot finally caved
let up and on wing-wind she waved . hoorahs expelled for strength to catch
the sail to enter dispelling once and for all the frail eve of alice ;
Now long gone cold
A flight of a New hot-bird rises... I'm bein told
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:20:06 AM | A flight of a New hot-bird rises... I'm bein told
updraft is just full of surprises, men are sold
her smile, her legs, her sexy dress
that woman was a gorgeous mess
spilling curves and the voice of a child
platinum hair, by power beguiled
something about her made you want to protect her
and hide her away from public conjecture | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 7:06:34 AM | and hide her away from public conjecture
so she once more won't hear the lecture
judgements have been made
where harmful things were said
compassion holds the truth
and does so soothe
remember to look in kindess
i need not be so mindless | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 12:16:15 PM | Trusting: a particular order of chaotic bliss
And I wasn't saying "I trust you" when I gave you that kiss...
Just bored tonight: in need of drink ....I'm not blushing
Oh, don't you worry, I won't be rushing..
These other girls may find you, oh, so endearing
When not one single word outta their mouths are you hearing..
So, yes, pay for my drinks....and "I'm sorry, did I forget to feel?"
When you go home alone.. remember I warned you: I'm real... | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 12:27:13 PM | When you go home alone.. remember I warned you: I'm real...
I'm not just a friendly ghost with all this earthy sex appeal
I know I seem out of this world, and not who you expect to find
but there are different dimensions, though I admit I am one of a kind
The wings are of gossamer silk, the finest the fairies have spun
They can be folded away, if you would rather just have us some fun
Don't be afraid of my ears, I know they may to you look weird
And don't mind the hair on my face, just think of it as a chick beard | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 12:38:06 PM | And don't mind the hair on my face,
just think of it as a chick beard
Won’t take you in the daylight
Cause the beard looks kinda’ weird
I’m not too fussy kind of dating man
Took out a few that looked
Liked they got whooped with a pan
But I had no remorse when I ran
just joking Ravin... | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 3:40:24 PM | But I had no remorse when I ran into.. just joking Ravin
This girl, was personal.. she took my man when my heart caved in
She'd given her phone number out to so many in the past
The mates would gather round and recant tales of Ravin's mast
Ravin flew like from pub to pub, soliciting mutiple mates
She didn't care who drove her out on any of her paid dates
I walked up one late night, dressed in black silk stockings,
gently pushing open the door
Another loud smoke-filled room as the men laughed, my ex was
leaning her over when the bullets pummelled her body to the floor
Just joking Ravin... teased no more... Suckin' Sally asked for a coors | |
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