poetry
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Oh, I desire you in those skin tight jeans those long legs and the subtle things that curve in the right places that then fill my mind, with thoughts of tracing fingers over you. Wild are these thoughts of mind they send me so lustfully blind I have to remember that there is more to…
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Let my biggest desires, raise your expectations higher, my desire to save the earth and increase all of our self worth. Let it take us to a level of greater understanding, higher than on the ground which we are presently standing, raise our frequencies and shine a light on life. It’s our world too, so lets…
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I have doubts that under the present way we live That we continue to exist, Without destroying everything Is not possible without major change To our present thinking that is deranged, Where we kill animals for beauty and sport Where environmental destruction is often so keenly sought, By corporations with money, influence and power I…
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She saw him as the perfect one This burden and pressure was to much for him So he gave her reason to see him as flawed And though it seemed mad he was happier Foreseeing the expectation of perfection.
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It’s a long journey Back home Among the stars, Where spirits roam And we may get weary, We may get tired But we will preserve, All the while, For we are shooting stars And comets, On our way back home It’s an arduous journey, Into the unknown And will blaze a trail of fire, And…
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Seconds counted Between breaths, Witness your past lives Experience past deaths, Feel the exultation and pain As you relive life again, Between the heartbeats And the breaths, Between one beat And then the next, Absorb your being Into to meditation, Become one with creation. Experience a thousand lifetimes Gone before, And walk through Those various…
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Within the green woods Beneath the trees, Brewing silently under Mulching leaves, Being fed by heat. Below the soil The heartbeat of Mother Earth boils, At the nature we have spoiled. The verdancy of the canopy Hiding, disguising many things That in our arrogance We often miss That we can’t continue On like this Living…
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Ready and ripe And looking forward to tasting, The fruits of he wholeness A wonderful sensation, She was wide open and gaping Her arms and her heart, When he connected to her, There was no tearing them apart.
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She was as delicate as a flower But he plucked her with brutality For he did appreciate her sensual nature He just wanted to satisfy his needs He treated her with rough and ready hands She could only submit to his whims At least that is how it seemed But she smiled knowing she was…
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Ethereal she was in many ways Yet a warrior queen in others She was a goddess so supreme Of all the lost and hopefully lovers.
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