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Humans seem to over analyze everything that they do in today’s society. Instead of breaking their bonds and doing what makes them feel good or what they fantasies in their minds. For if a poet and a writer sit and ponder what they are told to right even if they nothing of the subject, they themselves are dumb founded about the material and will eventually not want to write. So many dwell within their own souls and write what they feel or might have encountered in their lives to make them all specialists in their own field.

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ladygoddessaries
20:48 Apr 29 2008

This is true~

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Has my mind become dark, for this society has become a trap for me, these days seem to linger more with no end in sight. The concrete maze I call this world has seemed to give me more twists and turns and still I have yet to find the exit for which I longer for. My mind which was free to fly to my dreams seem to collide for what I cannot achieve. I longer to escape this concrete maze and set my mind free, with in the writing, yes within my writting I shall, for I have never been hampered by this lives confusion, nor do I insist in being wrapped up in the drama of what life seem to cover me with. Random thoughts upon the pages here to show me an escape, to help me tear down the walls that seem to close in on me. I feel lost or is it a drain from the work, and burdens of life. Yet I should follow the rules I set upon others where the story of words become my escape to another place, feelings of my inner soul to my friends and my own sanity. For if this person is to break the chains of insanity I must escape, to write become free. I feel better when words seem to be my guide to my heart, for others seem to dwell on material things in this life, neh not me for my strength is the feelings I have come to hide, to tell of stories and words in the simple yet poetic symbols upon the whiten pages of life. To escape here or into the doors of my mind seem to even bar me from reaching, yet I shall not falter and hopefully the words expressed will help ease the pain of this mixed up world and those that seem to cling to my esurience that this world is not as bad as it seems. Many friends find reinsurance in the words they find here, and for me I found words of inspiration in the words they have to offer in what I consume from them. To write, to live to dream, make others feel the words and break the chains that bond them to this concrete society of the hustle and bustle of what they know. My heart sheds a tear for them and the pains and ambitions I feel within. To write, to dream to live, this is what we need to make the history in life more sensible to us and our friends. Ramblings of my thoughts…..yet unclear the passage to take, but I shall find the place to set us free…..

Yet in life the word of love is more complicate than that of any other emotion that us humans may experience in our lives. For no one really can interpret the meaning of love or the value we put upon these people that we want to spend the rest of our lives with. Many studies have been observed to try and reason the many characteristics with love, yet to this day no one can determine what causes love or the feelings in which it generates. The mystery of love has been interpreted in many of the centuries that have past. What do you consider love? For every persons meaning of love can not be the same as someone else’s. The love for a dear one that shares your existence, the love for security as for money or material belongings. Yet the power of love in today’s society is used to bluntly. For the meaning of love is no more meaningful than the word of hate. For humans have mistook the feelings that they share for another even if it’s not love, For they sleep with friends, or strangers that they have just met and have a one night stand or fling. For who in fact they think they may love; yet when it’s all said and done, the feelings they share the night before is long past. For this is not the right of love, but the right of uncontrolled passion. no more than the countless boyfriends and girlfriends a person grows up within their lives. Yet at the time these people were so special to them that they thought they were truly in love with the other. But as the time lingered on the love for these people diminish and they move on to the next step in their life. But who is to say that they were not truly in love with these people at the time. What is to be considered love? The feeling to people feel as they journey through this countless time in this world and finally are laid to rest next to one and other. Maybe, but to me I hope that there is more to love than what has been shown. Love to my reasoning is an uncontrollable desire to do what my heart tells me to do to please the person that I’m with. With no hesitation to what the task or pleasure maybe. For if I sit and ponder what has been asked of me, or if it’s disgusting in any manner than I have failed to my mate, and for them to do the same. For love is a two way street in the open plane of life, with each crossing somewhere in the middle.

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Sinora
20:23 Apr 21 2008

How very true. Love is just so 'big' sometimes to understand fully.

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MaraJade
20:26 Apr 21 2008

I think the paths of love cross but rarely..and sometimes it is gone before we realize love visited our hearts. I hope that makes sense :)

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dabbler
23:41 Apr 21 2008

Well written, I have developed the response to "I love you."

I respond, " and, I love to be with you." So far this reply is received with an air of consoling to my intimate friends.The degree of love often goes from on extreme to the next. Couples that develop give and take guidlines and speak clearly about their involvement and attatcment are more likely to go through trying times together.Friendship and associate differences are in the same area, when you call some one a friend to easily and they let you down, because you gave them friend privilages, as opposed to associatiated filters.a drive to be with some one is not the only factor of love by far, you make that clear here.love could be said to be abstract art, when you view it with the painter you may be a little jaded.

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Or is this a concept of a mad man that is trying to put his life and the lives around him on a aspect that he may handle. But, can our minds be so powerful to sense stuff that has not yet happened. Such as powers as E.S.P or physics or fortune tellers. For if we realize the concept of my puzzle, than how can this possible come to be. For I think that these mortals have realized a way to actually transform time and even the minds to show us what they want us to see or believe. They have also realized in their yet vast minds that we all live in a dream state and that we all think is real is made up in the strands of our dying minds. Are they truly overseers of the future or in my mind tricksters, for that is what I shall call them? They have somehow mentally elapsed the time scheme that we all are currently in and have seen the rest of the future without the soul purpose of going to their own death beds. For they prey on the weaker of the species of humans. They have the unique ability to pick these individuals out and manipulate them into seeing or thinking, or even acting; the way they have forced their actions upon these weaker souls. Some of these tricksters do have the canny ability to possible do the act in which they have best advanced, for like a skill that one learns about their job as you and I.

But is this only a dream, for like the words upon these pages were written long ago and these old and feeble fingers of my immortal hands can no longer scribble in print. These are my beliefs as life goes on for no woman or poem is sweeter than the one you can imagine or feel. For love is the most spell binding act of carnal love or lust of the humans’ life. Yet in my mind I have yet to reach an ecstasy that fills my being for I can not get enough of the smell, taste or warmth of the female species. For they are like the many flowers that haunt our country side for each in their own way is shaped and look different, and the aroma and taste of each bud is that of nothing that is purer in the heart of god. But if my puzzle was in fact known to be true, than the craving of the female species is a sense of long ago urges; for is this all a dream? For we can’t do more than what we have already done in our past life, for if we could would that send a shock wave of uncountable proportion through the future or past. Puzzles or fact, for can you interpret your own life as a puzzle or mystery that has yet to be solved.

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ladygoddessaries
16:44 Apr 18 2008

So many thoughts.. so many words come to mind~

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BornfromDeath
04:44 Apr 21 2008

i have been reading your stuff for so long now...... i love it all...... *hugs*

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So how can I trap this thing within myself not to be seen ever again? To lose my emotions of my immortal soul, to give up what is so important to me; so that this thing will never come to the light of this unjust world. For some have told me that it was the imperfect childhood I had lived that this thing gets it’s powers from, for as a child, love was not a feeling I had ever felt, and the blackened skin of the hitting that I endured could have painted the sixteenth chapel two folds over. For the abuse of a child hood could drive a normal man insane, for I do not know. But my emotions are here to help those who need the attention, love or friendship that I bold so dear to me. For the lack of these growing up now makes me crave them like a drug, for each of these I can not get enough of. Or will I ever stop trying to get. For like everybody else, I just want a niche in this big world where I have friends to talk to, and IM not so scared to talk in a crowd of people. For the mouse inside of me may yet turn into a majestic and strong wolf.

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ladygoddessaries
17:22 Apr 17 2008

Every now and again I see the wolf, as well as the mouse. Combine the two you get a facinating Man~

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Sinora
19:39 Apr 17 2008

Try as I might I cannot see any mouse in you at all *smiles*

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BornfromDeath
04:47 Apr 21 2008

i have seen both ...... and both are what makes you the most wonderful person you are...... but the wolf is exciteing as well..... the mouse is the cuddle bug..... :)

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My Thoughts seem to linger in the smoke of a candle before me, is it in my mind or is it my foolish sight. Figures in the white smoke which my eyes seem to taunt me with. Are they images of fantasies and passion or unclear vision of the circling air, but the smoke seems to be twirling in ecstasy, touching, caressing, moving and becomes a live. For it twirls amongst itself like bodies entangled in heat yet glistening with sweat as if in a moonlit night. My thoughts of passion craving a taste so sweet, that my mind is almost addictive to the nectar, yes I crave just a taste in the depths of my mouth, my mind imagines the smell of her body as it enthralls the fantasies of my inner depths of my mind, yet I seem to shiver with anticipation of a her touch, her warmth, the feeling upon my hands of her warm, swollen and wet reaches, longing to hold, squeeze all the points of my flesh, to create small orgasms as we entice the essence of our dreams. The warmth of her mouth, upon my flesh teasing and tasting the salt upon my skin. Our warmth of our bodies as we hold each other in the night. A than the smoke is gone, yet vanishing into the night air, a fantasy of my mind or the dream of man, looking searching for the lost love which I seek. I bow my head and close my mind. To recapture the dream in which I lost.

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ladygoddessaries
00:28 Apr 09 2008

Ohh yes.. there is the passion that drives minds wild. Lovely my dear.. absolutely lovely~

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Sinora
10:59 Apr 09 2008

A good read.

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What of this thing we call sex and what value does it hold on our souls? For is it the act of sex or the feeling that we achieve during the course of sex that we relish. For at the point of climax is that when the couples achieve that sensation of fulfillment; or is it a chore that they put on every night. Let me explain why I would call sex a chore. For when sex is the same every night it becomes a chore and not a pleasure anymore. So how can we make the act of love always satisfying and not a chore. In my mind it takes the help of both of the partners to achieve this affect. For each partner in this act has fantasies or quirks that normally they wouldn’t think of doing but are willing to achieve the ultimate pleasure from the other. When these fantasies are tried and determined if they both like it and don’t, they are added into the sexual pot and stirred. For example, one night the female will be the controller and dictate what she likes and the male will perform to these specifications. And the next night the roles are reversed. For I not trying to imply that every night should be a three ring circus, but we all want to be loved and feel satisfied after a night of passion, not just one being satisfied; the goal is both to completely be satisfied when the night is over. So once a night throw a twist into your act and make the night different in the slightest bit from the night before. By using candles, toys, or even sexy lingerie what ever meets the fancy. For you both know what each other wants and likes, so use this in the fantasies that come to mind. For if we hold fantasies within ourselves and never live them out, sex in that fact becomes a daily chore that we must perform; like doing dishes and cleaning house.

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ladygoddessaries
05:57 Apr 08 2008

Hmm.. so many things can be said but shall say this. Be rid of the chore and relish the delights of the soul. Expand the mind and the body shall follow.

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And what of the sensation of touch. The touch of two lovers who love and caress each other, exploring every crevasse on the human body. The two lovers feel their hearts warm as their body feels the others touch, causing them to shiver in ecstasy as small multiple orgasm race through their nerves system. They feel the moistness of their fluids as it escapes from their genital areas. Making their mind heighten in a passion towards their spouse or the other soul that is so close and dear to their hearts. A touch can be more than a friendly or loving gesture; it can be a tool of power or control on a not so dominant human. These souls think that no matter what they do in their lives that they should be the ones who have the control, whether it be in love making, or their place of work, or just any situation that might arrive in their lives.

This last week I lost a dear close friend of mine, a tragic situation that should have been or could have been helped. He shall be dearly missed by his family and me and the community. He leaves his daughter and his wife and the gang from Wednesday night out.

Paul you will be missed.





A tragic loss of life is hard to deal with, yet I feel a loss for the method of death should have been noticed by me or someone. He was found with his wrists cut sitting at home why his family was out. I just cannot imagine why he would do this leaving a daughter of two and a wife. We did not even see anything wrong with him.

Never in my mind could I understand cutting on ones self, yet as a younger person I did in fact do this to relieve stress from the problems of my life, yet as I matured I found out this is not the way to handle the situation and now my arms are scarred with passions from the past. But I guess I felt at sometimes to die and be done yet, I donot know. Usually my life I leave to myself, and keep my emotions locked inside and away from the society and its drama. Yet a dear friend I care for here, was talking to me and said they wanted to tell me something. And when they did they talked of cutting themselves to release stress. And to me I thought I was just the odd ball growing up and I am wondering is there more of this going on than I am blind to. Is friendship so blind that they cannot notice a onset of something, or is society so busy that we don’t dwell in the problems of others. I do , my friends and family are that, and I shall help where I can………….

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ladygoddessaries
01:32 Apr 04 2008

Am sorry to hear of your loss.. and wish nothing but positive thoughts for you and his family at this time. However, I am glad to see you release all this out into writing. That shall help you heal.

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Creative people are always looking to better their surroundings to the point that they are not threatened by what may not partake of them. For we write to bring those into our dreams and our minds. We draw to let them see the fantasies that echo through our minds and give us our good and bad dreams. What can a logic person do to bring us into their lives. Nothing for it doesn’t fit into the numbered system of their lives. For they have foreseen everything except for that what is know. For we ask them what color is the lake, and they respond by saying blue. For if the creative side was asked they would reply that it is a clear slate that has colors of the sky, the tree’s, the mountains and have given it a wheel of colors that intense the very pupil that we see through. Why do they see the same as us or are they so blind with the configurations that they are totally oblivious to what they cannot comprehend. For do they see the telephone poles that line our streets and disappear into the horizon and give us a line unto itself. For lines make up a better part of our life for no matter what we have created or that what god has bore, is made up of lines, shapes that our eyes see and that our mind unscrambles to define what it is. For no two persons interpretation of an object is the same for they see different points of interest. To busy one while the other wishes to stop and smell the flowers.

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matahariivy
22:25 Apr 07 2008

I think the majority of the world walks around with blinders on.



If you're given a big piece of paper to draw on, some people limit themselves. They'll find a nice little corner and draw something so small and so insigniciant. They don't take the time to see. To really see the world around them.



It's true. What you wrote so true.



It reminds me of that poem.



'You see things as they are and ask, "Why"?

But I dream of things that never were and ask, "Why not?"

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