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Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
People of dreams, my grandmother said, are we gypsies,
Stargazers, drifters, the royalty of each roadside camp,
Soul travelers, speaking the language of every country,
For through us the wind bemoans and the moon’s eyes see,
Friend to all the forgotten- the lost, the broken, the tramps,
But foe to none, save three: ourselves, the hateful and destiny.
We have our tools, our parlor games; bless the Wheel of Destiny,
But beware the Tower and the Devil, the bane of all true gypsies.
I’ll read your future, relay that Lovers meet and Death tramps
on certainty. Hope comes with the World, where the Fool camps
and drinks from cups, but avoids the Ten Swords that he can see,
Then carefully picks up loose coins from a honeyed country.
Haunted woods welcome me like my sentry raven. Oh, country!
Vamp I am and hag I shall become, no fellow slave to destiny!
Cards do not lie and neither do I; a seer tells what she can see,
Yet my heart weeps, nobody pities others more than we gypsies,
And so I now escape the endless revelations, pitch my camp
in the wilderness where only one, unseen phantom tramps.
So, I build a fire, brew a tea and sing like silver screen tramps,
A stranger approaches the glow I made in the moonlit country,
God have mercy on this Romani. Fortune has found my camp,
So long I have tried to escape from desire, the flame of destiny,
But it’s found me! This prince of thieves knows not Gypsies
And I enflame high above my quaking knees. Can he not see?
There stands the Magician and there is nothing he can not see,
His grin is sure, across my flushed skin his warm gaze tramps,
I clutch my Strength card, attempting to deny the torch of destiny,
Love at first sight is the passionate rite of all blueblood gypsies,
How suddenly the heart can open in the closed bud of the country,
Fate, oh my handsome fate, nods and begins to cross my camp.
He stops, closes his eyes, trembles within the shrinking camp,
So I cross to him, lift my hand to his face, surprise I then see,
A hand covers mine, two quiver before they accept their destiny,
Our lips meet, hot and damp, o’er clover hunger lustily tramps...
I sit up on my bedroll, gasping, alone in this foresaken country,
Damn my waking and damn the sheer loneliness of gypsies!
I gaze around the camp, something stirs, insistently tramps,
A sigh I hear, not mine, and a bold silhouette I can now see,
Come My Love, come destiny, come thief of the hearts of gypsies.
What woman wouldn’t want rubies or pure pearls,
Or winning a trip to cruise around the entire world?
What about having a diamond as deep as the ocean blue?
What is it that makes you desire the heart of diamonds so true?
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, this I know to be true,
It is truly amazing to see them sparkle as we see them in view.
It matters not of what color, shape, or size they may be,
A diamond is still a diamond, a gem that is never free.
The endless beauty of a pure diamond is such a surprise,
To see a woman light up with excitement in her tender eyes.
When she is presented a beautiful diamond from her true love,
Who showers her with the best, its purity is like that of a Heavenly white dove.
With each passing day, we often forget how beautiful they are,
For when they sparkle, it reminds us of all of the wonderful , shining stars.
Whenever you go shopping, don’t be afraid to stop in,
A fine jeweler near you, carrying diamonds, a girl’s best friend.
Your strong hand
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes,
makes me forget my small stature
in this world
I wish to carry your
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle
It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die
She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward
The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true
Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame
Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?
Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show
Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
with hair dark and deep.
i imagine me running my fingers through it.
i imagine kissing her cheeks.
ive wanted her forever.
i need her right now.
but she's like a bird
nobody can tie her down.
i wish i had her with me. so i can tell her these things.
and i also wish i could tell my mom, who would be so disapointed in me.
i only wish i could come out and scream to the world.
"I DON'T CARE I'M IN LOVE WITH A GIRL!"
i only wish that my mother could see,
that even though i might be gay, i still want her to love me.
so tonight ill call her, my lover (if that) and fight with her when she ccalls herself fat.
i laugh along with her, and talk about her day.
then my mom will burst through the door crying. then i'll tell her, im gay.
A Very Inviting Temptation!
I remember of a particular situation.
I was offered a very "inviting" temptation.
The situation I was in... I didn't belong!
And lost any sense of "right and wrong."
At first... I felt no guilt or shame.
And brought embarrassment
to my family's name.
I tried to explain this to my wife and kids.
I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!"
The Godly principles were "tossed to the side,"
As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride.
Soon, all in my life that truly mattered...
Was gone! My life was empty and shattered!
I was sorry for all of the problems I caused!
This time... I took a moment to pause.
I cried to God to rescue me from my sin.
I confessed! Would God help me once again?
I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love!
This time the help I needed had to come from above!
I asked him for a fresh and brand new start.
He removed the stain from a broken heart.
He restored to me the joy I once had.
I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad!
Jesus is the reason I'm here today!
I LOVE HIM more than words can say!
By Jim Pemberton