• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Shall Heavenly kingdom be displaced,
    with God in a realm of ruin?
    Wherein lies man’s liberalized chase,
    when fools are busy doin’?

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    Shall Heavenly kingdom be displaced,
    with God in a realm of ruin?
    Wherein lies man’s liberalized chase,
    when fools are busy doin’?

    Responsibility for noble progression
    is in man’s divine communion.
    Relating principles of social dress
    to fully realize God’s dominion.

    Goodness is an individual endeavor;
    depending on the definition used.
    When emptiness relies on a woman,
    who is accused of social abuse?

    She is on-course with internal pursuits,
    while he aligns some survival thing.
    Neglect is the ruin from Heaven’s way,
    ’cause Godhood grants a mis-aim.

    A fitful creation applies the gender pair;
    sexuality is our principle concern.
    One, without the other’s physical care,
    is but a pending pleasure to earn.

    One…abandons the cause of heaven,
    then, the cause becomes aloof.
    She found a lucrative world to love,
    ’cause the Kingdom has goofed.

    Upright is beauty–to be made so pure,
    for this joyride towards freedom.
    Two genders sexualize misfit…for sure,
    forsaking God within His kingdom.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Creation is the hope and dream of life;
    Original plan: units husband with a wife.
    Attraction is a beautiful trait–of female,
    To entice a hormone arousal–in the male.

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    Creation is the hope and dream of life;
    Original plan: units husband with a wife.
    Attraction is a beautiful trait–of female,
    To entice hormone arousal–in the male.

    Possess true-need in the unity of a girl;
    Add meaning to happiness in this world.
    There can be no complete satisfaction;
    Without love: life is a freaky creation.

    Look!…a beautiful lady seeks true love;
    Perhaps she caresses soft–like a dove.
    Her need can arouse a mental sex-trap,
    Where love finds purpose–in alive-map.

    Travel a lady…to the limits of her heart,
    As masculine hormone satisfy loving art.
    Beware! however, of a warning-paradox;
    Lust stalks love’s consummate sex-lock.

    Attraction is an art of this divine creation;
    Drawing both genders toward a sexfaction.
    Alas, dirt fills her sensation–with charisma;
    But, her sexy heart…is taken in a dilemma.

    Hidden with sex, is love’s temptation of lust;
    Yet, cherish her beauty; beware of the bust.
    Allurement is fraught with a constant charm,
    Which compels sex…with some social alarm.

    Both sexes court the port of an evil design,
    Where this universal love walks a fine-line.
    A trapizone-irony, with the passion of love,
    Is when sex steps onto holy ground above.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Deep within a gender creature,
    there lies a universal fuss.
    It tantalizes an emotional quest,
    to awaken the gitty bug.

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    Deep within a gender creature,
    there lies a universal fuss.
    It tantalizes an emotional quest,
    to awaken the gitty bug.

    Warmer than the comfortable sun,
    kissing makes no sense at all.
    The bug rules the mind and heart,
    until the foolish creature falls.

    Head-over-heels, the gitty tale
    soon demands attention.
    Subduing the creature’s power,
    holds time in suspension.

    Hopeful dreams begin to breath,
    while life appeals…to fresh.
    There is no mortal more aluring,
    than this bug will caress.

    Time floats in the eternal realm,
    more real than the past.
    As long as the gitty bug will live,
    the body desires to last.

    The gitty dreams…arouse a love,
    as emotions go deeper.
    In this world of mortal creatures,
    riches become cheaper.

    Waiting for the bug to consume,
    gitty…suffers the brain.
    If love can not dispel the gloom,
    the creature falls insane.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Behind every stressful man is a gender-split;
    Delusive minds of the sexes, just…may not fit.
    Waiting!…like vultures hanging up in the sky,
    Systematic powers…pamper this defiant cry.

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    Behind every stressful man is a gender-split;
    Delusive minds of the sexes, just…may not fit.
    Waiting!…like vultures hanging up in the sky,
    Systematic powers…pamper this defiant cry.

    Man labors constantly to blend a gender-split;
    But, sex is a convenient tool for digging a pit.
    Swooping into play, the vultures grasp a rule,
    To unfold a cry-of-delusion…on a gentle fool.

    The stressful man is no fool…when he begins;
    ‘Cause kindly, sex is gentle with his lady friend.
    The vultures gather to offer laws of legal use,
    As a gender-split cries “rule” for spouse abuse.

    Effort arises with a devotion to serve a cause;
    The struggle to appease sex…is having-a-ball.
    Vultures see no virtue–split down-the-middle;
    Mean…merits a reward, as gentle means little.

    A gulf betwixt the split…is a resolute mystery;
    ‘Til finally, patience survives a sexual sensory.
    Vultures are dumb as post–come from space;
    Their function is to legalize the perpetual race.

    Work is man’s character–woven into a vanity,
    That the act of gender sex…is virtually a duty.
    Basically, the value in man’s work…turns a lie,
    ‘Cause a clever fickle female is the angle why.

    When the female refers to man–as filthy scum,
    Our system declares his devotion–a dirty bum.
    Therefore, a gender-split is a mystery to mend;
    Brazenly, to repair the bedroom with his friend.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    We wallow alot in man’s dirt;
    But, Heaven planted us clean.
    The search–behind the skirt,
    Asserts, that God isn’t mean!

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    We wallow alot in man’s dirt;
    But, Heaven planted us clean.
    This search–behind the skirt,
    Asserts, that God isn’t mean!

    Man labors with this ugly world,
    Though heaven reveals beauty.
    A double-gender: boy and girl,
    Matches with some ugly cutey.

    We converse of smut…upon a butt,
    Where God attached the legs.
    Many words translate nasty stuff!
    But, the body is a pure snag.

    Love is an infatuation…of lust;
    Depending in God’s judgement.
    Precious souls…of golden rust,
    Slight man’s noble commitment.

    Fear is a monster–mortals reckon;
    But alas, God disarms the devil.
    Courage shows the order of peckin’;
    True love…is smooth and level.

    Wasting this time–tearing down,
    While God constructs a nation.
    Every soul who breaks the dawn,
    Raises a banner–of salvation.

    Wallowing in man’s dirty mind,
    Deity tolerates the condition.
    Though man appears to be blind
    Beauty cherishes the creation.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    A mild deliberation puts a conflict on the table;
    For the most part, discussions are rather stable.
    Duly complications, in a heterosexual dominion,
    Find gentle self-doubts–with dubious opinion.

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    A mild deliberation puts a conflict on the table;
    For the most part, discussions are rather stable.
    Duly complications, in a heterosexual dominion,
    Find gentle self-doubts–with dubious opinion.

    Suddenly!…a disturbance dominates the scene;
    A vocal eruption astounds ethics–with demean.
    Sweet and congenial, though intentions may be;
    The blunt truth opens a mouth, that cannot see.

    The flabbergastic eruption, by a cute lil’ dimple,
    Overwhelms the personality quirk–like a pimple.
    An indescribeable prank, with a sizeable mouth;
    Undoubtedly, impresses hard critics–some how!

    An impelling urge to squeeze–this popper head,
    Stumbles over self-defensive words–to be said!
    Words form sentences…into paragraphs galore;
    But, a hodge-podge ascertion does much more.

    The mouth commences to expound–a surprize,
    So that written terms…refuse to draft such lies.
    A diplomatic speculation…defines Mister hodge,
    While a stressful counterpart attends Ms podge.

    To bite the tongue…is a heterogeneous distress,
    ‘Cause an external pressure spills a bloody mess.
    Raising the shield…to deflect this verbal attack,
    Only bounces gossip to throw the surprize back.

    More or less, the conflicts are to be unsolveable;
    For, who believes gender truth–is unbelievable?
    An obvious angle–to make this plain and simple:
    Pop this aggravation…like a personalized pimple.
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  • Today, was another…”one-of-those-days.”
    You know the kind, that…get in the way.

    My life depends on…the expression of love;
    For a girl changes everything–that I was.

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    Today, was another…”one-of-those-days.”
    You know the kind, that…get in the way?

    My life depends on…the expression of love;
    For a girl changes everything–that I was.

    If this girl loves me, and cares so much,
    Why does she lust…after ravishing touch?

    My love could trust this girl, because I care.
    But, my feelings-of-love, she refuses to share.

    She tells me one story; only to hear another.
    Please, for heaven-sakes, why do I bother?

    Why spend my heart; she is a waste of time.
    It is simply clear, she doesn’t wish to be mine.

    Being a fool–so long, is driving me wild;
    Remembering the times I made her smile.

    I truely love her; she is aware of that fact.
    Love is a real pain, until, I am loved back.

    Love grows with maturity–100 percent;
    Enduring her dishonesty…is merely a hint.

    There is more to love–that’s right for me.
    I will do everything…to help this girl see.

    But, if the girl refuses to make love…free,
    The maturity I gain…is very good for me.

    My emotions are alive; my smile…is bright.
    Someday, a wonder girl will prove me right.
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