flirt ....

I Love When you Are Near Me....

When I touch your face,
every single glimmer of hope in your eyes
and there sweet and filled with tenderness...
Lightening erect all in slow motion...
And with my head upon your shoulder,
I point up to the constellations and tell you...
You ARE more THAN that...
Touching the softeness of my cheek is pure...
I love you so much it brings tears to my eyes...
And a happy skipping and thumping to my heart and soul...
Every teardrop that I weep, is building you
an ocean,
A mountain,
A forest,
and a plain...
but we are the peak to touching heaven.
For now, I am just your sunshine in your summer evening bouncing through your hair
sending only Love and Protection. Only to be with you once again in the grass...
Yes.
My wish too... was to be with you in the grass that evening
upon a midnight ocean...
I cannot longer bear and drown in my sorrow my feelings of what I am missing, what I am without you.
I want to scream I just have never have to be without you ever again.
Do you love me and will you, forever?

Make Love not War

Winabojo
Mohammed
Buddah
Christ
Vishnu

or
Call it what you like.
I am undeniable like a sand whirlwind through a hot desert.
Century and ages my name is also...
My Virtue of who I am to you at least in three ways.
My lineage also cuts clear through your puzzle.
What was once impossible to solve is now

my own answer.
Unlike others...
I am but the root of your thought and creation.

We are life's greatest gathering.

You are correct it is our legacy.
Once again to bring about a change.

fuck... it aint just sexy bad girls I had to fight here ...were talkin' jealous nuns too...
yes the world is against me... lovely beings my sisters...

and for the record... and as far as Im concerned...
you fuckers owe me BIG for your little herding experience "every piece of tail" that came out the woods a few years back....

I mean BIG!

oh the girl I helped on the bus... our daughter after they scrambled her fucking brains and tried to kill her... Id say we've got about 2 year the most to turn the fucking ship around.

is this a poem?

I'd say all of these are cries for help.

naw... parts of stories... things Ive seen and lived through... somedays I could give a fuck if anyone believes me... considered a silent messenger...

oops I didnt read your response harmless... thanks...

I cant help whom listens or doesnt... be free to choose... its called free will.

Today is your lucky day... along my walk in the forest this morning I found a small branch which looks like a penis with semen coming out of it... its not your is it? .... hmmmmmm.....

I bet you have fantastic tits, but keep the hidden so people focus on your art.

She needs to branch out and try what px does... art you can wear on your tits.

Are you giving me permission to tattoo a couple of verses from your poems around my nipples? I'll publish you, Harmless.

WEll ive done a few drawings for tattoos like one guy i did flaming eyeballs which start on bothe wrists and climb up his forearms.. and Ive got just one... a rose about the size of a quarter... enough for me... no literature on my boobs or ass or thighs... no thank you... My tat was an act of teenage rebellion at age fourteen...

So you go on a fast and sweat...

kismet becomes a frog in the local toystores window
love goes for dinner at the local brewery
silence is sometimes welcomed
as they tell you
the story of a proclemation of medici
the sale of gems and cortez the killer
they tell you how brillant you are
nobody to help a poor homeless girl
no matter the light from within
or the paraells you try to join
to make undeniable peace within
and a ring of emerald you own
shall seal your fate
as true heir
as you leave letters of love
and place a tutu at the crosswalk
on mainstreet

Hi Kosmicjelli.

I wasn't being serious about tattooing Harmless' poetry on myself. I don't have any tattoos, and I don't think I'll ever get around to getting serious about getting one, either. Although, I do wonder what the flaming eyeballs tattoo looks like.

I have no poetry to contribute here, so I shall leave you to your prose. Welcome to RM, btw. Good luck!

lol... well the guy the tats went on was called "tacklebox" because of all his piercings... it was fairly cool the tats, i mean... since of course... I drew them

louder and louder they become
as I stir the pot a little
liar
excellent
fantastico
lovely wish
buzz in the air
hello Elder...
craziness abounds!
Yahoo!

silently
there is a garden
at which the monument stands
into stone
he does not know what to do
but all you hear is silent grief
he requests a union of souls
looking to heavens
for an answer
paradoxically
there is but just one
fathoming its importance
into the eternity he calls
heaven...

i know nothing I was never taught a damn thing. Im quite uneducated... but when someone asks you... a psalm 12 and you read it ... it is true all the way around in many ways and levels. Then... Im sorry Rabbi that you feel neglected ... I will do some studying soon... Actually Ive been isolated all morning. Why I type all this is insane... but true... so what are we all waiting for... so there. No more messenger time to get down to business folks...

Crazy...