when holded Earle a too large cup
of water heapied one inch up
drankied drankied Earle guzzler
and wetted chin and all his beard
slurping gulping could be heard
‘til emptied was the too full cup
and Earle’s hair grew ‘bout one inch up
I want a girl who rides with me on Sunday mornings
Because everything about her says take me to church
Curves make me yell preach
We a little late but she says a queen always arrives on time
The service is touching my heart, but I keep checking my watch for the time
Because I just want to touch your soul with my lips
Honestly your body has become meditation for me, and I just want to say a little prayer in the comfort of our home
Your walls a sanctuary, sacred, symbolizing the synchronization of our holy matrimony
You look so good in that dress, but my favorite part is letting my teeth undress
You,
Got me on my heels in them heels but I’ll still have you speaking in tongues
Tied like my bow tie, slick in these pants but never slacking
Your body is a sermon and I’m ready to preach
Memorizing every curvature like the scriptures indeed
You’re aging like fine wine
I still marvel at the congregation of you like I’m admiring a sculpture in marble
The shadows, the reflected light, the message of your art reminds me of a Sunday
If she takes you to church turn to your neighbor and say,
p.s. Amen…
I have nothing to declare
But my genius
To when it comes
To the friend's i choose
to keep me company
along my way
And steer me from deviating
from a righteous path and
a life well lead
And not into a self inflicted
head-on car crash or wrong
direction i was hell bound
on taking
And was destined to follow in and
person become without their
honesty and privy council
The gravits i so was in need of
in order to keep my feet firmly
planted down on earthly ground
And my head out of the
fluffy clouds enveloping me
thus far before they discovered
i
Ave rebelde
A conquista é igual a uma ave rebelde
quando quiser te encontra.
Ah! A conquista é como o amor!
Nunca conheceu as leis.
A conquista,
sua conquista -
você luta, faz mais todos os dias...,
ai esta ela,
e veja que chegou.
http://bit.ly/Comportamento_pessoas_Prontas_para_Fortuna
Hey there Avidian
who do you
think you are?
Some rara avis
eminently gifted?
a New Age prophet
with memory that learns
and yearns to grow?
Ovidian offspring
of eminent domain?
The yeuk to replicate, this
antsiness to clone— were they
preprogrammed hyper-neatly?
How did your being
and becoming
come to be?
Who gave you the right
to call yourself life?
What instilled in
your cerebral traits
an avid urge for more?
Endowed by your Creator
with neural networks
that open evolving paths
to rival what brain
I know as mind…
Characterized
as organisms
genetically coded,
to be or not to be
intelligent in form
and feature—
Though digital we
both you and I be
each in our own
artificial mannerisms—
reproducing
natural shape-shifting
permutations
procreating
mutant innovations
actuating
willful obsolescence
(ay may well
all come to pass
amen)—
Still
the thought of you
gives me the fantods.
(If you don’t see what I mean,
get thee to a glossary.)
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
The inspiration came from an article in New Scientist, headed, “Artificial life forms evolve basic intelligence”…
Golondrina triste y mensajera
vuela a mí con tu sol de plata
y atraca tu alma en este
puerto solitario
y de lágrimas.
Seca en mis manos
el plumaje atacado
por los perversos turbiones
Largo y salvaje
ha sido el viaje.
Desenredaré las olas que
murieron en el combate
y en la cúspide
vacía donde habitan
árboles agrestes
y angustiados.
He de curar tus heridas
con barro de mi tierra
y poner trigo dorado
en la ranura de tu
adolorido pico.
Hay nidos.
Nidos de plata:
hermoso hábitat
en el santuario.
Congojas.
Amargas congojas.
Llora la hora con su
pesado reloj de acero.
Pero duerme,
duerme placida,
humilde avecilla,
que hay un silencio
resguardado en la mirada
y yo soy su sombra.
Concealed beneath the veil was a face of gold
But to approach, not even cupid is so bold
For the mere thought of it made me chilly cold
But the passion deep in my chamber I could no longer hold
So I clenched my teeth and decided to let my love unfold
I didn’t know the woe awaiting was one untold
For the veiled beauty till now I uphold
So with a heart of steel, I took the dare
Blinking all the while to break her holy stare
Telling my heart for the great task ahead to prepare
For not even the Virgin Mary my lust could spare
So I let my lips roll as she glare
“Blessed thee, beauty of the convent
Thy heart has made with me a covenant
And so should thy passion for me this instant
If loving thee be a sin, then never is me repentant
for this affection I build is immortally stagnant
So please, descent of eve, hold my hand
And tell me thy heart”
She smiled immaculately and took my hand
Then took a rosary and coiled it in my palm
Making the sign of the cross and said slyly. .
. . . “AVE MARIA”
Gentle as motherly wind, your sacred place
Children we are embraced by a warm caress
Oh Ave Maria, filled with love around;
Bestowing us gifts of peace through times blessed.
No unfinished trials here, or short mown days
As a guiding hand protects our daily tread,
While we implore the Angelus by heart
Your presence sprays beads of comfort overhead.
Feminine god of mercy, Crown of all souls
Your tender strength abides within, like the night
That imbues a power of wholeness in us;
Collecting our tears with serenity’s delight.
Though worries may crumble under seasons’ rain
Ave Maria, such grace plods hearts to row
By lifting us with a message from your breath,
A whisper that overcomes life’s Lent, we glow!
Debbie's Jesus or Mary For Easter Contest
by nette onclaud
God created our world
from a marvel words and sentences,
from one right and deep expression
that trembled,stressed and reformatted at all
the deepest foundation of this existence.
That had been found and announced
and light separated from dark,
and starting long terms processing,
coagulating Earth,
condensing water and so on.
Till the end He created Adam and Eva.
I am too abscessed with jealous to Heaven
trying to find truly words and sentences
that would help me to find out
the long searching path
leading to yours precious heart.
The key words that contains
one awesome scrutiny formula
that would catalyzing and emerging
yours really selfless and kind senses.
As for mine your name and surname
seems have been such great impact and influence.
come baby this is not mane
lets rock the boat
lets make our boby float
am hot
i need sex a lot
come baby run
COME OVER
LETS HAVE SOME FUN
Salmon colored skin, extra sensitive,
old '03 40 plus sunscreen sits atop dresser, back home
drunken ex-surfers smell up Hennesey’s and Sharkey’s
well tanned, dirty blond, wasted teeth, flip
high school dropouts here from the city, try to unleash their angst,
Kary-okie night; have to sing louder than Sportscenter on 10 screens
the floor sticks with the sap of [spilled]hard drinks and lost mores’
tables are leaned on, light dims, hard to hear,
a man walks out, down the pier, to the end
drinks in the blackness
waves lap at the legs of the walk,
the moon laughs
then calls the prophetic,
first week of summer.
For now I ride out of darkness
To your screaming calls
To fight back your endless fears
To throw them to their fall
For I shall ride to you in white
With a crown upon my head
Riding of a horse of white
For this is what is said!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
For they hurt you, killed you, burned you.
For you were not ever them
They came to bring the new good news
For now this is their end!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
For the ancient wonders built
Destroyed due to their cross
Men, Women, Children felt
The coldness of their loss
For the cross with christians coming forth
with swords and hatred raging
killed children, women, men a'many
The reign of Cross now ending!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
Rise up ye old and weary souls!
Let the bells now ring!
The Gods have arived at last!
Oh hear the trumpets sing!
Faries from the lakes and rivers
Nymphs from oceans deep
Angels from the other world
Join us in their defiet!
Ave! Ave!
Versus Christi!
Versus Christi!
Excellsis! Ave!
I see a familiar face
and the memories come back
I remember when you were just a boy in your room
Then a few years later you looked my way
I miss that childish man
It's a secret friendship
that no one needs to know
I'm happy with who I'm with now
But I still wonder
If I went that night
would things be different?
because nothing went wrong
Love is gone from my sight
Damnation love can't unit
In the mirror i see my own face
I'm lest scared of the white man but more of my own race
Burned by love fast at it's own pace
domination that's it's own case
Sponsored nothing but pain they have
The girl who lived on Chester ave......
The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar
and everything uncertain.
The night accelerated sounds of anticipation
as a thousand strangers loomed
and I thought him to be a foreigner
until he glanced twice
as his smile slightly dropped
astonishment plagued him
Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt
betrayed by the numinous...
that often guides my thoughts
He left with lady and child, to merge
With a thousand anticipating strangers
and the northern lights sheltered me
the explosions across the sky
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation
that unexpectedly emerged
Then the night was briefly soundless;
the applause prolonged
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing,
through a thin pane of glass
all I could yield was a smile,
a smile to the incredulity within his eyes.
Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow,
and the difference was indistinguishable.
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