Such a beautiful Girl
Taken outa this world
Such a precious pearl
Who was living in a dream-world
]]>Such a beautiful Girl
Taken outa this world
Such a precious pearl
Who was living in a dream-world
It was just a little twirl
(chorus)
She was lost in confusion
Was his love just an illusion
She fealt like an intrusion
Just a little twirl
Her head hit the wall
Just a little hurl
Turned into a brawl
Just a young girl
Who thought she had it all
By Crystal Tinsley
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Dear god this language is so old
Coyote!!!
you old devil, has done it again.
My friend, concern yourself not
With the attributes of people,
Alone, Solitary, that is where I see you,
Loping, pressing your firm print into sand,
into forest floor, pavement,
Scavenging the pockets of these angels
You old devil and dear friend
Covince me to set the table,
I shall hold a considerable feast of words
]]>Dear god this language is so old
Coyote!!!
you old devil, has done it again.
My friend, concern yourself not
With the attributes of people,
Alone, Solitary, that is where I see you,
Loping, pressing your firm print into sand,
into forest floor, pavement,
Scavenging the pockets of these angels
You old devil and dear friend
Covince me to set the table,
I shall hold a considerable feast of words
For you Coyote
Only to pay a respectable debt
An Honorable tongue speaking on behalf of you
A toast, the chiming glass
Loneliness, mutable aloofness
The dark rust that makes up your coat
Dark saturation,
Desert stars,
Spilt wine,
I have spilt your wine
Composed by: Christoper J. Muscat
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Thunder rattles the sky
lighting flashes right before our eyes.
The clouds begin to creep,
down pores of rain, soaking the ground underneath our feet.
Rivers and creeks begin to fill their veins
while gust of wind seem to blow untamed,
Lighting strikes, as you scratch my back
now we reverse the role and I’m in the back.
Thunder roars as we cry out in passion and pain.
In this tropical storm, we give birth to romance and lust,
you pull, I push, and we thrust. .Puddles of water at our feet
a blanket of rain to cover while we creep.
Thunder rattles the sky
lighting flashes right before our eyes.
The clouds begin to creep,
down pores of rain, soaking the ground underneath our feet.
Rivers and creeks begin to fill their veins
while gust of wind seem to blow untamed,
Lighting strikes, as you scratch my back
now we reverse the role and I’m in the back.
Thunder roars as we cry out in passion and pain.
In this tropical storm, we give birth to romance and lust,
you pull, I push, and we thrust. .Puddles of water at our feet
a blanket of rain to cover while we creep.
The storms almost over with one thought on my mind, an Oasis of the as we entwine
Do you know loves name?
Have you ever played loves game?
Has love ever made you cry?
Did she get up and say good-bye?
I’ve walked with love hand and hand.
I grew up with love; she taught me how to be a man.
I’ve watch love pass me by.
]]>Do you know loves name?
Have you ever played loves game?
Has love ever made you cry?
Did she get up and say good-bye?
I’ve walked with love hand and hand.
I grew up with love; she taught me how to be a man.
I’ve watch love pass me by.
I’ve seen love through others eyes.
One day she came in like a storm, cold and wet.
The next day she just up and left.
Love hurts so bad it burns.
Love teaches you. You’ll learn.
Love is never free,
But don’t pay cash, she cheap.
Love is blind.
Keeps you up all night,
Plays with your mind.
So do you know love’s name?
Welcome love, maker her your friend.
she will be back time and time again.
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The voices inside my head tell me how I am as a person
They say I am a loser
A retard
Socially rejected
These voices are the people all around me in society
The people I see on the street
The people that drive by me in cars
The people I see everywhere I go
These people really don't feel bad things about me
I do
I portray my own insecurities through the perceptions of others
Despite the fact that the may not feel that way about me
All my psychological problems start with me and me only
I will conquer all of my demons when I fully learn how to love myself
Love the people around you
Dont allow for any interference
I dont really hear voices
]]>The voices inside my head tell me how I am as a person
They say I am a loser
A retard
Socially rejected
These voices are the people all around me in society
The people I see on the street
The people that drive by me in cars
The people I see everywhere I go
These people really don't feel bad things about me
I do
I portray my own insecurities through the perceptions of others
Despite the fact that the may not feel that way about me
All my psychological problems start with me and me only
I will conquer all of my demons when I fully learn how to love myself
Love the people around you
Dont allow for any interference
I dont really hear voices
I am an unsecure person
I might be that person you hold very dearly
I might be the person standing next to you.
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Its been so long to feel like writing.I used to write all the time and was very good.The many opinions also agreed
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Its been so long to feel like writing.I used to write all the time and was very good.The many opinions also agreed
This was many years ago.So many years in act,to write reasonably well at this time,seems so very strange
There was a reason to write of love,and the trials of others lives,and how there lives affected my life,as a whole
For the Love Of Country
I drove the tractor trailer,through the many roads of the United States.The North,the South,East and West,All alone
There was of course many traveled roads.There were many loads to deliver some where.There were of course. Women
The cities,and country you would drive through,became your life.It all became a part of you.It was yours.Your love
For the Love of Money
Before driving,it was simple.The life of a new teen,just getting started.There were so many things in life.What was wanted
You could drive a car,or hitch hike all night.You could walk from sundown to sunup.You could do,whatever you felt like
There were many times,you would take flight.You would leave your world,and create a new one.Usually life,was alive
For the Love of Trying
When all things happened,they would occur fast.You would be alone,with others.You could just be alone,at night,walking
the miles would be walked slowly.The traffic,would pass quickly.The road was not safe at night.The quiet,the darkness
Soon the lights of a city,village,or trailer park,would come in sight.The road was lonesome,and tiresome,and loved
For The Love of Like
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Its a gift.Its a need.Its wonderful.Its life.Its beautiful.Its here.Its in our lives.
Today,is different,as one looks about.To sit here and not dream.to not wish
Last night we sat here together.Last night you watched the movie.I listened.
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Its a gift.Its a need.Its wonderful.Its life.Its beautiful.Its here.Its in our lives.
Today,is different,as one looks about.To sit here and not dream.to not wish
Last night we sat here together.Last night you watched the movie.I listened.
To the voices,and your laugh among them.The anguish of mishaps,heard.
I looked out my window,between the lines of writing,which appeared before me.
The thoughts were absent and mislead.The sounds came to me,the traffic below
To gaze into the night,and the city lights.To hear your sighs,as the movie,ended
The window was clearer than the evening sky.The smog even at night,was low,smelly
I could see nothing,as the business lights went out.There was no sky,there were no clouds
I could almost wish to be somewhere else.I could be somewhere.Some where to hide outside
The skyscrapers loom in the distant.No more than a half mile.Perhaps the moon,unseen is there.
Its been along time to see any stars.The North Star,returns at times.Its not often,for clear sky
The mist of the smog,is not as it is to be mistaken for fog.The fog,leaves in the early morning,light
I look out the window,and I look at my wife.She readies for bed,and the blinds are turned downward
She smiles,and her English is light.She speaks differently than in her language.She really loves me
She disappears,and now the window is shaded.Through the blinds,whispers of light,seep right through
I look out my window,for the last time.The noises are less,yet will continue all night. Now I will say
Good Night
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The days are waning,and they are always so long.The Days of wanting you,needing you beside me.The days of loving,our open-ness
Its been so long since we have not loved.The days are distant,and yet close as you are.The next few days will tell our new story
Its been almost two weeks,and working days,with me there.Now the new week looms ahead,and in the city,you will daily work
These next few days will tell,if we stay the course.Not one of us being angry,upset,or a little coarse.Just the two of us,it matters,
Tonight we are fine,and like dinner,we were good to each other.We smiled and talked,as much ,but with a new edge on our lips
We always miss each other a little too much.We need the closeness,to keep us within each others touch.I Love You,This much!
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sometimes when i sit by myself at the dawn
i remember how i used to be so alone
but then you came to change my life
and let me know that my soul is alive
sometimes when my heart beats go higher
and i feel that my passion is put on fire
i ran to the open sea and sleep in a boat
and open your lettres to feel you with each word you wrote
i look at the sky and try to go so far
to see your angel face drawn by each star
sometimes when i feel that the world become so small
]]>sometimes when i sit by myself at the dawn
i remember how i used to be so alone
but then you came to change my life
and let me know that my soul is alive
sometimes when my heart beats go higher
and i feel that my passion is put on fire
i ran to the open sea and sleep in a boat
and open your lettres to feel you with each word you wrote
i look at the sky and try to go so far
to see your angel face drawn by each star
sometimes when i feel that the world become so small
and each time i try to fly away from it i fall
i found you holding my hands helping me to smooth the rought
trying to teach me how to fly with a beautiful way called love
sometimes when i feel so down and sad
and nothing around me can make me glad
you run to me with a perfumed red rose
offering me some romance nights with extra doze
and after all that you are still asking if u suppose
buy a small ring and gently prepose
wondering if you did i will accept you or not
forgetting how i enjoy being with you alot
so dont wonder and dont hesitate
cause you will always be my lovely mate
and nothing on earth i want but you
cause baby iam totally in love with you
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Dual Reality
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Dual Reality
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it was my night of Love... ….to grasp and kiss a this was my night of Love & I was the night….
so picturesque …
& blooming… like the mind
wet grass everywhere..fount of all inspiration
soul music…sad silence,
death peace,
new waves…& old waters
-marital dreams….
& Clean shreds of broken glass
it was my satanic night..
oh Kama..kama…
I never wanted any of this
to end..to ever remain in
the presence of myself
…..
tender moist breast
..gray, blue, black,
tears and me…
fragrances to allievate the
pain of my heart,
and the heat between
the sky and this earth
…so much Kama in Love
To cuddle the child in Her,
To hold forth the Love and
Kama in Her….
unknowing of whom I caress,
like an uncaring child
and an unborn thought
…in the womb…
….like a first…
Sweet and sad…
Nay melancholous…
….Virginal
…exciting yet peaceful…
Natural…..Aaaah…
And a
Dream…amidst the
Clouds and within the rains..
floating among the pines…
I was Dark and It was
Bright…….I
….It….Lust…
by: the lone boatman
]]>that my body has gotten more round.
As I try it,
another new diet,
I always add another pound.
]]>that my body has gotten more round.
As I try it,
another new diet,
I always add another pound.
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