You can pound it Prode it Probe it Play with it Talk to it Write on it It is by far the most Interesting Thought provoking Instrument Devised by man It makes me Smarter More aware Enhances systems Of self Drawing closer dailly Rendereing me near Incapacitated To daily living Excercise Chores People Animals
Ipad Ipad Ipad Can you Break spells Like, you know Honeymoon over Type of spell Or how About the one That was ...
Online profile read Want someone To light fire Am guessing always been A trait wanted in a mate Has anybody been able To do that yet?
Fire cannot be had Way too hot Requires swift action Will consume you If given half-a-chance Swallow you whole Spit you out Looking different Than ever before Blackened, desperate To resemble self again
Gaia uprising Gaia warriors indeed Never ever thought I would hear Extinction Rebellion In my years Global warming Climate change A hoax? Maybe, but only the rich Will be saved To start again A new world order Of one-percenters
Bill and Melinda Gates At the top And what about Mark Zuckerburg Or the Amazon guy Let them see What money can't buy Flowing rivers Oceans clean No rubbish ever seen Let them see after Killing off the little people ...
In love with me In love with her The one to groom The one to make your own The her of fantasies Rich and free Fulfilling deepseatedness Hidden desires Of longings The head only knows And only knows why
My need to be her Overwhelming my person Of days That will never be That can't be And was not to be
So, then... How to live within the bounds Of age and dimension Of the here and now
It seems fantasies May be safer mode to be Bringing past to present Ever...
I'm told I live in fairy tales Tales of knights in shining armor Rescuing me Making me feel oh so good With the tales from beyond
Setting myself up With the knight and his fight He will come unto me I shall surrender Myself unto him
He leads me From whence he came Into the enchantment of the tale Where he lures me And kisses me Upon bended knee Begging for me to be His own, making me his Branding me as he pushes The hardness of his man Into me piercing the virgin sheath ...
Oh to feel your touch Your fingers ever so lightly Sleepily lull me with your magic Your hand resting upon my belly As you squeeze my shoulder Relaxing me with the deep of you Transmitting the love you freely give The magic of touch Communicates to my being Your thoughts As you rub upon me Your desire at its peak My cellular structure rearranged Gives off a big bang An elated scream of who I am As I lie crumpled in your arms And think Of the magic in your fingertips I fall fast asleep.
Sadness and despair Of what could be What will never be Time wasted Not knowing where to turn Not sure of reality Seems too much at times Just makes me cry Tears rolling down My old woman checks Making puddles Every where I go Wishing I were young again Wishing I could be yours from day one Knowing all too well None will ever be It's all a hoax anyway This thing called love Is a metaphor for despair And loathing it brings