“We Believe” #Revised
“Nārāyana Guru (1856–1928), the prolific poet, philosopher, and social reformer is believed to have attained enlightenment (i.e., an absolute state of wisdom) after his several years of education in languages, the scriptures of the different religions, yoga, and experiences with ascetic life, culminating in his long and meditative recluse in Maruthwamala hills in South India. Nārāyana Guru’s philosophical masterpiece “Atmopadeśa Śatakam” (100 verses of self-instruction) is primarily the Guru’s poetic expression of his philosophy of universal love, emanating from his experienced state of primordial knowledge of the Universe, and his consequent ability to view the human race as one of a species, in unqualified equality and without any racial, religious, caste, or other discriminations whatsoever.” In Hebrew, Ahava is the most commonly used term for both interpersonal love and love of God.
*wikipedia
To love is to live
Love forgives,
even in the ugliest "storms".
Rain pours,
but four letters provide,
a never-ending "umbrella".
Yellow and Orange images,
are visible in the midst of a "rainbow".
I reach for you…
"We Believe”
As we stretch open arms,
the "clouds" cry no more.
Smiles make themselves visible from the "Heavens".
A pot of gold sparkled,
as laughter echoed the "blue skies"
Our pledge is eternal…we glow in elation
"We Believe”
Chains of passion,
transcend doubt into reality.
With me,
you are protected by the armor of "King Authur".
The round table,
is covered with "pillows".
To harm you is to challenge my love,
to the death I fight.
“We Believe”
To love is to live,
so I pray for many moons.
In my arms you sleep quietly.
I look at your facial structure…"My Nefertiti"
As the sheep slowly battle each eye-blink,
I hope we sink in a Titanic of “Ahava”
"We Believe”
The End
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
"He Sucked the Pearl Tongue Juices" #UpdatedVersion 8/26/2012
"He Sucked the Pearl Tongue Juices"
"He who would search for pearls must dive below."-John Dryden (British Poet-R.I.P)
Act 1:
In an exclusive position,
he attempted to "swallow",
a few of life's gifts…what a "present".
The "Shaking"… was Unbearable
Shivering…Emotions…Shattering
They believed each night was Magical
Invisible crowds saw "unbearable" Madness.
In Agreement,
Each Moan was "Mutual".
Sensual movements caused Rhythms to Collide deep ..."Inside"
They understood a day contains only "24 hours",
so they changed positions.
He stood at "attention".
She creamed with mean ...."intentions"
"He sucked the pearl tongue juices"
She "Smiled" and "Cried" at the same time
Orgasms produced never ending "Waterfalls"
They "chased" them religously.
Deep
Moist
Sticky
Act 2:
Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock
"He sucked the pearl tongue juices"
Seconds…My God…So Fast
Minutes…Two souls…Ignite and Clash
Hours…"Ooh this Love is So",
blasted from the stereo.
Lust devoured each breath,
leaving only a little "oxygen" to caress.
Her toes,
Curled and Folded.
Only concentration could "hold" her…
She asked for "forgiveness"…He denied her Plea
Continuing to "fold her" over...
His mouth
Stayed full
Tasted Ecstasy
Jaws,
Stayed numb from "Assertiveness".
The strawberry bush,
"camouflaged" the premature mustache.
A sexual ambush..
Act 3:
The pearl tongue started to "Rain" again
Her "pearl tongue" destroys expensive Umbrellas
Two set of sheets "permanently damaged"
There is no antidote!
Puddles of "elation" sink through each mattress
Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock
Around the clock,
"He sucked the pearl tongue juices".
By this time,
another song creeps into sound.
Keith Sweat's "Make It Last Forever",
blasted from the stereo.
Nobody was physically "around"...SO
They made a video
Her "Thighs" filled the Camera
No longer a private show
Lust that was promised to be a secret,
was cursed when his "finger",
hit the "enter" key.
Now her pearl tongue,
can be viewed externally.
The End
"He who would search for pearls must dive below."-John Dryden (British Poet-R.I.P)
Act 1:
In an exclusive position,
he attempted to "swallow",
a few of life's gifts…what a "present".
The "Shaking"… was Unbearable
Shivering…Emotions…Shattering
They believed each night was Magical
Invisible crowds saw "unbearable" Madness.
In Agreement,
Each Moan was "Mutual".
Sensual movements caused Rhythms to Collide deep ..."Inside"
They understood a day contains only "24 hours",
so they changed positions.
He stood at "attention".
She creamed with mean ...."intentions"
"He sucked the pearl tongue juices"
She "Smiled" and "Cried" at the same time
Orgasms produced never ending "Waterfalls"
They "chased" them religously.
Deep
Moist
Sticky
Extreme pleasure,
Introduced guilt to a "Fatigued Comforter"
Introduced guilt to a "Fatigued Comforter"
Drip…Drip…Drip…Drop
Act 2:
Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock
"He sucked the pearl tongue juices"
Seconds…My God…So Fast
Minutes…Two souls…Ignite and Clash
Hours…"Ooh this Love is So",
blasted from the stereo.
Lust devoured each breath,
leaving only a little "oxygen" to caress.
Her toes,
Curled and Folded.
Only concentration could "hold" her…
She asked for "forgiveness"…He denied her Plea
Continuing to "fold her" over...
His mouth
Stayed full
Tasted Ecstasy
Jaws,
Stayed numb from "Assertiveness".
The strawberry bush,
"camouflaged" the premature mustache.
A sexual ambush..
Act 3:
The pearl tongue started to "Rain" again
Her "pearl tongue" destroys expensive Umbrellas
Two set of sheets "permanently damaged"
There is no antidote!
Puddles of "elation" sink through each mattress
Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock…Tick-Tock
Around the clock,
"He sucked the pearl tongue juices".
By this time,
another song creeps into sound.
Keith Sweat's "Make It Last Forever",
blasted from the stereo.
Nobody was physically "around"...SO
They made a video
Her "Thighs" filled the Camera
No longer a private show
Lust that was promised to be a secret,
was cursed when his "finger",
hit the "enter" key.
Now her pearl tongue,
can be viewed externally.
The End
Sunday, July 10, 2011
"On These Steps I Sit" #2007
"On These Steps I Sit"
The top step of this brownstone use to be a passage towards peace
A portal to what I thought was infinite happiness …Smiles
No Sadness
Madness invisible
Standing on the sidewalk I waited for inspiration
Affection
Elation
The opposite of a tear
No fears
A hug that is solid and confident
We've both been cheated on
Lied to
Cried in the night
Tonight we erase past days that should never be crossed again
Revisited
Relived
"On These Steps I Sit"
Sipping on my favorite drink
I want to drink a cup of joy again
This use to be our place of solitude
Meditation
Medication
What happened to our love?
Answer the doorbell please
"On These Steps I Sit"
Cold
Hungry
Holding an engagement ring-
that doesn't fit
The End
The top step of this brownstone use to be a passage towards peace
A portal to what I thought was infinite happiness …Smiles
No Sadness
Madness invisible
Standing on the sidewalk I waited for inspiration
Affection
Elation
The opposite of a tear
No fears
A hug that is solid and confident
We've both been cheated on
Lied to
Cried in the night
Tonight we erase past days that should never be crossed again
Revisited
Relived
"On These Steps I Sit"
Sipping on my favorite drink
I want to drink a cup of joy again
This use to be our place of solitude
Meditation
Medication
What happened to our love?
Answer the doorbell please
"On These Steps I Sit"
Cold
Hungry
Holding an engagement ring-
that doesn't fit
The End
Saturday, July 9, 2011
"Love is So...So" Vol. 2
"Love is So...So"
Wendy had sore legs from the constant 9-5 work days along with being psychologically drained from a broken heart...that started...as soon as Jason's feelings began to depart...retreat...submit...and relive in the arms of a "dark angel"...who believed that passion should be kin to dead presidents...Wendy's bank account was in the negative so I guess..."Love is So…So”…tears torment her cheeks...fear allowed her to hide for weeks...cold beers became her sanity and ugliness became her vanity though she was...beautiful outside....inside is the opposite of attraction...her body still feels the pain...she walks the streets at night looking for an image of Jason...an image of love...an image of a time 18 months ago where she remembered how to smile...how to give her lust away without feeling guilty...taking dollar bills for an orgasm led Wendy to believe that..."Love is So…So" or doesn’t really exist at all...the money started to pile up...the stars shine each time she checks in the hotels of tainted passion...it’s the night shift what do you expect...it’s the night shift where there is no direct deposit...just transactions that could lead to HIV, TB or some disease that can end your love...end your joy...end your reasons to believe that...somebody cares...her knight ran away with royalty...Jason sits in his Condo looking down at the city as Wendy strolls down the avenue with "Big Daddy in the Caddy"...leading her to new prospects..."Love is So…So"...new adventures...new scenery...and a new identity that allows her to find love several times per day...the pain from her legs working that 9-5 are over...now only her heart and soul slowly die from a low self esteem...low self worth...and visions of Jason wearing that ring...In 6 months a child will be born with 125 fathers...125 men who will not bother...to even purchase a bottle of milk...
The End
Wendy had sore legs from the constant 9-5 work days along with being psychologically drained from a broken heart...that started...as soon as Jason's feelings began to depart...retreat...submit...and relive in the arms of a "dark angel"...who believed that passion should be kin to dead presidents...Wendy's bank account was in the negative so I guess..."Love is So…So”…tears torment her cheeks...fear allowed her to hide for weeks...cold beers became her sanity and ugliness became her vanity though she was...beautiful outside....inside is the opposite of attraction...her body still feels the pain...she walks the streets at night looking for an image of Jason...an image of love...an image of a time 18 months ago where she remembered how to smile...how to give her lust away without feeling guilty...taking dollar bills for an orgasm led Wendy to believe that..."Love is So…So" or doesn’t really exist at all...the money started to pile up...the stars shine each time she checks in the hotels of tainted passion...it’s the night shift what do you expect...it’s the night shift where there is no direct deposit...just transactions that could lead to HIV, TB or some disease that can end your love...end your joy...end your reasons to believe that...somebody cares...her knight ran away with royalty...Jason sits in his Condo looking down at the city as Wendy strolls down the avenue with "Big Daddy in the Caddy"...leading her to new prospects..."Love is So…So"...new adventures...new scenery...and a new identity that allows her to find love several times per day...the pain from her legs working that 9-5 are over...now only her heart and soul slowly die from a low self esteem...low self worth...and visions of Jason wearing that ring...In 6 months a child will be born with 125 fathers...125 men who will not bother...to even purchase a bottle of milk...
The End
“Myspace Dating” #Vol.2
“Myspace Dating”
Three punches to her head provided Sharon with a one way ticket to the concrete…not a place of solitude…opposite to the candle light dinner where they happened to meet…by mistake…maybe by fate… but who’s praying…they both got stood up from possible online dating…online escaping…online mating but this isn’t natural…some people you meet….are not natural…just a blog of pipe dreams…a blog displaying a representative that will never be… the knight or queen of your dreams…two souls attempting to visit a land created by computer programmers…magicians who swear they have the answers to your needs…Sharon and Tom traded smiles… as the waiter sent a drink to each party…this was the start…this was the initial greeting into foreign lands that should have never been invaded…never been thought of as a place of elation…”Myspace Dating”…a world where everyone is a star…everyone is so special…so creative…so kind…so nice…but what about the real closet where our clothes reside…what about how people really are inside…a lot different than the bulletins that one might possess…and all you see is how they stress this positive persona…time doest’t lie…time was created by the father so his children only need to read the clock…Four months later Sharon found out what Tom did best…not the music that he produced…not the New York Times Best Seller list…rather…a temper that manifested into physical aggression…as verbal lashes weakened her back…she wish she could go back…to that moment…when her… “Myspace Dating” thoughts could have stayed just that…a thought and a laugh…cyber should never be reality and the bruises on her arms proved it…the five weeks of charm and ….who the hell is this on the other end of this phone…proved it…The third punch to her jaw introduced her to that concrete…several loud screams and the door bell ringed…Busting through the door was her husband who was shipped to Iraq six months ago…six hours ago he called but the yells drowned out the phone…he was on his way home…bored seven months ago Sharon joined myspace for a little leisure…now three tombstones read…THIS IS THE RESULT OF ONLINE DATING…a place where people meet…a place where…EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME…Cheers
The End
Three punches to her head provided Sharon with a one way ticket to the concrete…not a place of solitude…opposite to the candle light dinner where they happened to meet…by mistake…maybe by fate… but who’s praying…they both got stood up from possible online dating…online escaping…online mating but this isn’t natural…some people you meet….are not natural…just a blog of pipe dreams…a blog displaying a representative that will never be… the knight or queen of your dreams…two souls attempting to visit a land created by computer programmers…magicians who swear they have the answers to your needs…Sharon and Tom traded smiles… as the waiter sent a drink to each party…this was the start…this was the initial greeting into foreign lands that should have never been invaded…never been thought of as a place of elation…”Myspace Dating”…a world where everyone is a star…everyone is so special…so creative…so kind…so nice…but what about the real closet where our clothes reside…what about how people really are inside…a lot different than the bulletins that one might possess…and all you see is how they stress this positive persona…time doest’t lie…time was created by the father so his children only need to read the clock…Four months later Sharon found out what Tom did best…not the music that he produced…not the New York Times Best Seller list…rather…a temper that manifested into physical aggression…as verbal lashes weakened her back…she wish she could go back…to that moment…when her… “Myspace Dating” thoughts could have stayed just that…a thought and a laugh…cyber should never be reality and the bruises on her arms proved it…the five weeks of charm and ….who the hell is this on the other end of this phone…proved it…The third punch to her jaw introduced her to that concrete…several loud screams and the door bell ringed…Busting through the door was her husband who was shipped to Iraq six months ago…six hours ago he called but the yells drowned out the phone…he was on his way home…bored seven months ago Sharon joined myspace for a little leisure…now three tombstones read…THIS IS THE RESULT OF ONLINE DATING…a place where people meet…a place where…EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME…Cheers
The End
"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What" #2007
"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"
An appealing smell woke me up the same time the alarm clock had a nervous breakdown…the bed…feels broken down…dripping in ecstasy…her scent…still next to me…We met…28 weeks ago…the location...a bar at a business convention…a night that remains a constant revelation of what total gratification truly means…her legs in that red dress…truly mean…"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…We traded cards and walked away…7 months later I smell eggs and bacon in her kitchen…Walking down the hallway...I could see her curvaceous figure gyrating in front of the stove to my favorite Anita Baker album…We ate…We debated…after constant penetration this union is a lot more complicated…her expectations…elevated…my concentration was on happiness and living for the moment…"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…From passionate "Four-Play" to aggressive confrontations…A friend of yours saw me at the local Jazz Club with a woman who doesn't match your profile…Though this was only speculation I decided to get my umbrella out…I remember we use to sit on the balcony and watch the beauty of storms…now...constantly... you storm out the room confused at what we have going on…Is our pornographic relationship suppose to be taken from the bedroom to a more serious and secure residence?...What is our dedication suppose to be? "Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…We use to practice scene's from the most graphic films…now we practice ways to confuse each other…mentally abuse each other…another 28 weeks of an undercover affair…this is not fair to your husband or my wife…guess we are secret lovers…secret liars…our significant others…they each work out of town for days at a time…We live a selfish lifestyle…one day at a time…
The End
An appealing smell woke me up the same time the alarm clock had a nervous breakdown…the bed…feels broken down…dripping in ecstasy…her scent…still next to me…We met…28 weeks ago…the location...a bar at a business convention…a night that remains a constant revelation of what total gratification truly means…her legs in that red dress…truly mean…"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…We traded cards and walked away…7 months later I smell eggs and bacon in her kitchen…Walking down the hallway...I could see her curvaceous figure gyrating in front of the stove to my favorite Anita Baker album…We ate…We debated…after constant penetration this union is a lot more complicated…her expectations…elevated…my concentration was on happiness and living for the moment…"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…From passionate "Four-Play" to aggressive confrontations…A friend of yours saw me at the local Jazz Club with a woman who doesn't match your profile…Though this was only speculation I decided to get my umbrella out…I remember we use to sit on the balcony and watch the beauty of storms…now...constantly... you storm out the room confused at what we have going on…Is our pornographic relationship suppose to be taken from the bedroom to a more serious and secure residence?...What is our dedication suppose to be? "Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…We use to practice scene's from the most graphic films…now we practice ways to confuse each other…mentally abuse each other…another 28 weeks of an undercover affair…this is not fair to your husband or my wife…guess we are secret lovers…secret liars…our significant others…they each work out of town for days at a time…We live a selfish lifestyle…one day at a time…
The End
"I Grew Up in Pain" Vol. 2
"I Grew Up in Pain"
I grew up in pain
Pain that made it hard to smile
The type
That temporarily makes me insane
When it rains
The pain flows through every vein
A hard ache for even the toughest soul
Nobody knows the hurt in each heartbeat
Even when I'm sleep
My mind creeps to a place far away
Close to comfort
Distant from the storms in my bloodstream
It seems that I'm one of the chosen few
To live a lifetime of popping pills
At times too ill to smile
Each week I dial 911
Thinking that the day has come
That I walk with the shadow of death
A dark tunnel with a glow at the end
My end is someone else beginning
Trying not to be selfish
I thank my mother for giving birth
The thirst I have for happiness
Is gigantic
Still sitting with the same pain day after day
I lay across the bed with my eyes closed
Feeling that only God knows
His son was nailed to a cross
I'm nailed to a mentality that I will never get well
Oh Well
Guess there is a Heaven and Hell on Earth
Death started at my birth
For what it’s worth
I attempt to smile
The End
I grew up in pain
Pain that made it hard to smile
The type
That temporarily makes me insane
When it rains
The pain flows through every vein
A hard ache for even the toughest soul
Nobody knows the hurt in each heartbeat
Even when I'm sleep
My mind creeps to a place far away
Close to comfort
Distant from the storms in my bloodstream
It seems that I'm one of the chosen few
To live a lifetime of popping pills
At times too ill to smile
Each week I dial 911
Thinking that the day has come
That I walk with the shadow of death
A dark tunnel with a glow at the end
My end is someone else beginning
Trying not to be selfish
I thank my mother for giving birth
The thirst I have for happiness
Is gigantic
Still sitting with the same pain day after day
I lay across the bed with my eyes closed
Feeling that only God knows
His son was nailed to a cross
I'm nailed to a mentality that I will never get well
Oh Well
Guess there is a Heaven and Hell on Earth
Death started at my birth
For what it’s worth
I attempt to smile
The End
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