Touch me lover, touch me there and make my body stiff and ferm Take with lips on hardened flesh with care and place yourself apon me and conferm My reaction complete Make glisten and shake My soul.

and in those still waters did Beauty slumber

Silent Messages Although we are not together in the same moment in time, I know that you are looking at me I know that you are thinking of me I know that you can feel my soul breathing. When you awake from your sleep you find that your hands are wanting to hold me your feet are wanting to dance with me. When you look at yourself in the mirror you know that I am watching you through the reflection of your dreams of me. All day long I know that you still silently talk to me. I know when your soul calls out to seek a glance of acceptance from me. You often wonder if your silent messages have reached to me. Close your eyes tonight and you will find that although we are not together in the same moment in time, our dreams somehow tend to combine. I don't know what your dreams are of me but I know that it is me that you see. Maybe you wonder when you wake if last night your dreams I would take Maybe you wonder if I dream the same. I close my eyes and meet you tonight to let you know that I can feel your soul. Although we are not together in the same moment in time, I can still feel your mind. I know that you look at me because I look at you. I know that you think of me because I think of you. I know that you can feel my soul breathing because we breathe the same air in the secrecy of our dreams. But also here tonight, as we meet in our dreams, I would like to let go of the past that has our hands remaining in a timeless hold. Just dance with me one last dance in our dream tonight. Hold me close and give me one last look in our passing vision of each other's mind. I hold your face in my hands as I see my own tears reflect in the sadness of your eyes. Will you let me go and no longer hold the breath of my soul. Tonight is the last time I hold your hand. I am letting go of the pain that stands. Our hands will no longer remain in a timeless hold. And when we wake our love will pass as time continues to fold.

This world we live in is never easy to understand
But sometimes even within the words, a message is lurking
Let your eyes feed the mind, and try to see things from the others side.
This above poem was sent to comfort a man who's heart was broken
It is tender yet ferm, and altho hard to read,
and harder to digest, it shows love, in a form that only one heart could understand.
I understand.
We are here, existing..
And for what!? Nowhere within the realm of existance,
is there any example of none productive life.
Humans exist for one reason only
To become more.
And to that end, we are, therfor we do.
Life was designed by life, and can never be sidesteped
We OWE life, for life,
And as we talk we kill

Man Oh woefull tepid man
Before the terms of age are shown
Too late to gather seeds you've sown
Brittle in your heart and mind
How guilty thou hast grown

Well shit!, what do you exspect?, I am but what your lies have made me.
I kill, and maim, and in the name of country, murder with a smile
And all along the way
I listen to some lieing preacher say
"Go forth and kill in the name of God, for boys he art with thee"
But funny, just the other day, the preacher from the enemies camp
Said the very same thing to me!.

Oh, But what wicked webs we weave,
when at first we do practice to beleive.

Can you tell me in all honesty that you do not feel emotions?
Is your heart so cold. shriveled and without life
that you no longer feel lust?, Blood no longer stirs in the face of beauty?
I for one, am still a man, and in that find pleasure in the thought of true sexual attraction.
We are human, normal is our lust for life, and that life is not bought cheaply in some back street bonk session.
I stand before the world, strong in my desires, and strong in the faith in my bodies reaction to beauty. Be it two beauties embraced in lust, or the crys of a wolf alone at dusk
be it fire streaming from a mountains scared face
or smoky visions of sweet flesh sweat covered lace
I am alive,thinking, desire? in which I find no disgrace
Cold is the heart that stalks my past
tattered is the ensign that still clings to the mast
Of the ship that held my dreams
Yet, low, before me stands a chance
To taste again the moment of pure emotion
To hold once more complete devotion
You'l have to kill me before I die,
And woe to thee who hear my last cry.
With this ring I thee enslave
and all I have to thee I gave
but into, not out of, that lonesome dark cave
I steped from the light into the grave, where bones of past lovers littered your ground
To you it was nothing , Ha! whats one more?
and you past over my please, "what was that sound?" But trust this lover deep is the score
left by your nails on my soul.
There was a time when I beleived that that was true, I felt hatred and fear, and anger ruled my depths. I woke on morning to the sound of my own screams. I remembered where I was laying. I sat upright in my single bed, looked at the photographs of my wife long dead, my wife that was left, left me for money and greed. I looked hard at the envolope on my dresser table, postmarked NY State, Beside that on a faided picture reprint, lay my wedding ring. I looked at my hand, and the imprint and scar-tissue was still evident there. :(.
Yes I was bitter, these few lines above are truely a reflection of that bitterness, but as I looked at the collection of odds and sods, that lay there on that table to greet me that morn', I am still alive, I am not alone, I am still Man, I still get hard thinking about sex, I still love the thrill of that first touch of wetness on my gingerly exsploring fingers. I thought for a time that there was nothing in the world that could feel as nice again, the legacy of too much pain.
But beleive me people. This too will pass.
It has,

So here ends the fist page , I have passed from lover to fool, from trust to dispare, from together to alone, after spending my hearts ample wealth on a hopless cause, I am once more reborn into the world, and no one had to be nailed to a cross.
I have come through the fire with no more than a singe-mark on the base of my heart. I am with hope, and again romantic threads, that once held me aloft during storms of imeasurable anger, are tenuously reaching for the soil, so rich and well watered by tears of dispare, that still lays within the confines of my existance .
To Be Continued


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