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"words Uttered By Our Fingers"

Through the path of life,
We undergo some strife,
But we found each other as we type,
Our finger matched,
Through the technology screen,
And taught us to believe,
That friendship comes,
From up above,
And matched us in this crazy thing,
Fingers matched,
Walking together,
On this chosen path,

As we type and read what we write,
Getting to know each other,
Is such a delight,
Our fingers resemble,
All that is real,
In this day and age,
We are lucky to feel,
Each others heart,
As our fingers do the talking.

SH 6/9/10

Dedicated to Wilma,

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We the People

She stands so majestically,
As she holds the torch,
The torch of a new beginning,
With hearts full of hope,

Coming to America,
Freedom from a boat,
To Ellis Island,
With visions of hope,

For the Island is closed,
But the law still stands,
Of years past,
Legal immigration for all to see,
From those coming from overseas,

Today we face,
A whole new way,
Illegal immigration,
In the USA,

For the law is stated,
As so it should be,
They are coming over our borders,
To take jobs from you and me,
The drugs and violence,
That they bring,
Is very scary,
For our children and me,

The law is in place,
And has been for years,
If you are legal,
There is nothing to fear,

This is why,
There is a word,
Illegal immigrant,
And is just deserved,

If we do something illegal,
We are thrown into jail,
Until we are heard,
Forgive me if I sound reasonable,
But this is what I have learned,
So go ahead and try to sue us,
For we abide by the laws,
Of our founding fathers.
Sh 6-19-10

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Splat

For the soul is stripped,
The heart just stops,
The gloom of the day,
Enchanted without worry,
For it is gone,
All the feelings produced,
Numb as we sit,
We are yet at work,
But the motivations are just that,
No motivation,
No sense of will,
Cascading downwards,
For what went wrong?
How did this overwhelming feeling erupt,
Where do we fit?
Where will we land?
Tumbling,
Falling,
Stumbling,
With no hope in sight,
But the breaking of the ground,
Leave, let me tumble,
To much wasted time,
SPLAT!

09/07

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Victim

The alluring eyes of the aggressor,
Blazing with anticipation,
As the victim awaits unknowing,
Slowly she steps closer,
The very senses of her thoughts,
Tingle within the bounds of her mind,
For the smell emulates,
Her pulse quickens,
The strike at any time now,

The victim he sits,
No sense of what is coming,
Unit his breath is gone,
Devoured by her beauty,
And her cunningness,

Sh 06/23/10

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For What Is It You Seek

For what is it you seek?
Asked the wise man,
The child replied “I seek all that is right and good”
The wise man pondered that thought,
What is right and good in your mind?
The child spoke,
What is right and good is:
Money,
Happiness,
Food,
Drink,
Beauty,
Health,
And Love.

The wise man spoke but soft and stern,
Why must money be your first thought and love your last?
Is this not just the world’s demons of want?

The child again spoke, yet timid this time,
For sir, money is needed for survival
From what I have been taught it can buy me,
A roof over my head,
Food for me to eat,
Beauty and health,
And I have seen it could bring love.

The wise man complexed stated,
For son, you have been swayed from the truths,
For money is just a tool,
Yes you could put a roof over your head,
And buy food,
But is it a big roof or just what is needed,
Is the food you buy steaks or ground beef?
The more you want, the more money you will need,
You are a child of GOD, beauty you have.
Health is from your father in heaven,
Love could not be bought,
Only lust is bought! And it leaves you empty,
For true love has been given,
To all who want it, from the day we are born to the day we die,
That comes through choice,

The child boasted,
But Sir, 
What is it that you have to show in your life?
Sandals on your feet,
A gown on your back,
Scars on your body,
Truly this is not what you wanted.

The wise man’s voice calm and soothing replied,
Son, what I have I have given for you.
SH- 02/10

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Up From the Sea Comes a Bubbling Crude

Do you remember the Beverly Hillbillies?
When Jed shot the ground,
Oil produced without a sound,
They capped that up quick,
They didn’t even damage the fish,

So tell me,
If a bunch of hillbillies,
Came together,
Could they stop a leak?
That seems to go on forever,

Black gold gushing in our waters,
Damage from below,
Ever getting worst,
And no one is taking control,
With all the technology,
And all the great minds,
We cannot figure out,
How to cap a pipe????

SH 6/21/10

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Sub Conscience Mind

Raging from within,
It speaks to me,
Pain, regret, and self destruction,
I cannot feel it,
But it is there,
From every thought,
And every move,

Only now I have come to understand,
That the abuse is still there,
Buried in, that I thought had died,
And try to keep it from my mind,
For some things I do,
I don’t understand,
Like cowering from a touch,
Of a gentle hand,

Engraved in the soul,
Or maybe in the mind,
Thing that have happened over the times,
That has never been left behind,

I could now find a way,
To put it asleep,
And not let my sub conscience,
Rule me so deep.

Sharlib
3/26/10

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Barbie Inspired

Just enough to drive one crazy,
The smile I cannot touch,
The hair that I cannot run my finger though,
The warmth of hug not felt yet,
The vision is perfect,
A fireplace,
A blanket,
A glass of wine,
Roses all around,
The sent of a sensual woman,
Being held close,
The light gleaming on her long hair,
The warmth of her,
Warmer than the fire,
The feel of her gentle lips,
Softly placed on mine,
The tender touch on her shoulders,
The feel of a breath down her neck,
Touching the censes,
Curved by desire,
The point of heaven,
The feel is so real,
To be just a dream,
So in reality we will see.
12/15/08
Barbie inspired

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Blood Attraction- Anew Living

Secretly Paris lurks in the shadows,
Looking at all the blood thirsty fellows,
For she knows this is what she has become,
Over taken by the lust of blood,
Passion now renewed,
From deep within,

For how would I know?
They would come to me,
Blood flowing around the queen bee,
For I must see a mirror,
And see what they see,
For this life has become easy,
They are all attracted to me,

My flowing blond hair,
Draped along the middle of my back,
My dark mysterious eye,
Adding to my addicting smile,
The confidence of my moves,
So easy is this to draw them in,

For the table is set,
In the streets,
As they wait for me,
Never able to tell,
Their  fate is hell,
As I drain them to their end,

They all so change as the years go by,
Not the flavor,
But the gleam in their eyes,
Never knowing they will soon die,

I walk in the dead of night,
Searching for that pure of heart,
That will end these endless nights,
For death for me has been taken away,
Till I find the one that could set me free,

….. To Be Continued


SH 4/28/10

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Blood Addiction- the Repeat

For hundred of years have past,
And many have died,
Before Greco looked for me,

My scent he could smell,
From miles away,
Keeping track of my movement,
And knowing me,

The time has come,
For him to reappear,
To complete the journey,
That brought me here,

The night was dark,
The moon set still,
When he took me in ecstasy,

The beast within,
Has to be set free,
The taste of her blood,
Back within him 
As the feast has begun,

Pairs lying there on the ground,
No life and not a sound,
For hours he waited over her,
With great expectations,
Of what was to come,

And then he emerged,
An awesome sight,
The one that would kill,
Greco and his wife,
Just to carry on,
The blood addictions,

THE END

SH -4/28/10