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P. Mauriat Eldon she spoke his name for all to remember.His name means basso with the augmentative suffix -one. Her belief was that he was Italian. She spoke of him with a Peking Duck inspired meatloaf with brown rice and cabbage. I love his tone and suttle temperament.Echolocation used to create his image.She spoke of his brother as somewhat clumsy: clownish even, Puchner I believe his name was:Pushner Eldon.He wore rings as Cymbal of His Excellence.The minute the night sky appeared he looked to me to be his: I laughed and called to his brother: who I loved in the night in tones of vengeful desire. The next evening Puchner looked again to me and my suseries of intercessory prayers where answered. Steeped full of desire I allowed him to love me: and was pleased and satisfied.His claves were a rhythmic pattern of satisfaction, soothing my longing and desire." With you,an Everlasting Love" I was a tempress of passion, a lyre beneath the flute! Propulsive grooves, that created a duration of want and need.
The oils of the supper plate coated my mouth as he kissed me..Issuing me published to the world. I stood beside him for day's and at night I loved him with a deep neverending ppassion.People had to cause us to stand before God as one. In such doings I had achieve all that a woman could acheive in finding: the satisfaction of belonging until I was made his before God and man. I smiled in delight that some saw me different: he who I had learned to love had made me steeped into oneness
Written by: Contraltos de Passionate
From the AlbumF3 to F5
"Sounds of a Woman in Love"
Troupes of Love-Troupes of Lovers
"Half way Thru"-
create and recreated
by Big Beats Music Co.
Usage of both male and Female
Background singers
Done with collaborated efforts with
the Intention to Impress Sound Team
and "Sumthang Special"
For Groove Chore Group
"Special Night" performed
with Modern Mixes
and Real Opera Music
with sum Twang from Groovey Beats
"Gotez to Be"
sang wiff C-Mid Octave
of The Same Name
(courtesy of Marriage Minded Album Co.)
she asked for a great thyme
a day for festvel and enjoyment
a day to marvel in the creativity
of love
and day for people to come together and celebrate the need
to love
she made beautiful drinks of
cucumber jucies and apple jucies
with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies.
she favored a suttle flavor a mild wild
but tamed flavor
for a meat offering
so she flavored a pork roast with
rosemary, garlic, onions, yogurt, thyme
and the gameyness and wildness of a goat.
she created pocket with in the roast
to hold the flavor of the pork.
this was roasted for twelve hours to create a moist wild
smokey flavor
that which with sauce would be admired
and loved.
her pies were to be of mixture
never allowing a single flavor
to out speak a double flavored mixture.
she combined butternut squash and sweet potato,
with cream, and goats milk and butter sugar and honey
cloves and cinnamon and a little sugar and
vanilla and almond extracts
to create a flavor which those who loved
togetherness could speak to and speak about in past tense.
apples and figs were liquered to
develop a flavor then to roasted and
suagered and sprinkled with cinnamon to
make pies
that the lovers of the world would wish for.
the doughs were sweetened and
fattened by sugar and shortening.
some where cooked as pies and turnovers.
sweet prefections to admire and adore.
the beef's were slowed roasted
to collect the savory juices
that were to be gravy for yucca roots and potatoes
a rich saucey gravy that was stout and bold, beefy
and brash.
rich with the goodness of
rosemary and thyme
garlic and onions, some graveys were
extended with richness
by horseradish
and some were the drippings of chicken and turkey and even the precious gameyness of the lamb.
oh the lamb, which rosemary's' thyme and bay leaves garlic and onions and ginger were sauced with
wines for flavoring and
and were cooked as pies and turnovers.
it she gitt she dew whoop
greasy clappin sweet
shine
kissing in moonlight nights
lovers whisketyed
sleepy
wake up and grind that
dinkie dew
what i'm gonna say to you
in the morning?
every day a betterone
improving on those days gone by
some might ask you why
tell it cause you love me
tell them it's cause you care
tell them aint nothing like being loved
and aint nothing like me and you
she polished the brasses and waxed the floors
to a brilliant shine
the tables were covered with perfect lines
and the silverware
was laid out in a perfect line
the woodwinds were wiped clean and covered
the piano and the flute were surfaced
and the sheet music was stacked
on the floor
we sleep until noon
and rose to eat and rehearse our chore
what a day for some
a bit imitation for others
the french horners paused to understand
the oboeists took time to explain
it seemed a strain but perfection
takes rehersting
simple sweet flavors
the fruited samples before the meal
a songstress should save her voice
not overtly express how she feels
take note of the baritone,
he speaks softly with the Soprano
he likes the tone ,
but think their some thing wrong
with the piano
the tenor get what he deserves,
speaks the alto, but he should at least
be respect enough to have
the piano tuned
o this i presume
of this I guess it better
you and the next song
strings and flutes
the guys take pursuit
they romp the curvey crest
this she will confess is
the part she likes most
does she answer to speak expression
or do she just say what she feels
the more you speak the more
you say
is it best to just keep it real
we go on in a while
time to smile and look real pretty
we got a great portion of the world doing one thing
looking, liking, loving,
we got these people together
now we have to satisfy them
with some real talents
speak our way, say what we say
read the monologue
and let them know why our names on the
Marquee.
the intro to "something specail" were taken from
Classay Banger's fifth
with sounds taken from
Diditt Gettit: guess so!
written by Phatsew Azmere and he strangs of cotton band
copyrighted yesterday and then and beyond!
write and sing this one production company
See the black cat run, jump, slink away, a shadow within shadows and a life force of mystery. A predator in composite, a compact killer, a butcher for life, the apex of its design, all built of little fur and bones, razors, a hunter in miniature.
A professional from birth. Cunning, slick, and sly. In the calculus of black cats that plot and destroy. Do they bring presents of dead mice, bird heads, and stranger things. Yes, they do! To there humans as tokens of respect and devotion…
But, all that fury and murder in a small cute four-legged form a furry little shadow within shadows, with big soulful eyes, they lay waste to your soul's ramparts and snuggle into a little furry ball of furies, as abyssal black stares back into your soul with twin pumpkin fire lights eyes of purrfect piercing design.
They express love without words. They slowly blink emerald eyes, a symbolism of that devotion, as a deep purr of a suttle silent little engine revs as you stroke the ferry beast as it is stretches and yaws, mouth of bright teeth, curls around feet down and hugs your hand as the little endless engine of furry fury cuddles and only just wants loves.
Such the duality of a thing and apex predator in a pint-sized puff ball. Of furry fury… A black cat is a shadow within a shadow running under your feet as you stumble to the restroom at midnight on Halloweens Eve.
They sit and watch the void above your head in the air of the unknown things best left unseen by humanity and only black cats can know. In correlation between black cats and their shadows, they know the unknown, unseen, and undreamed.
See the black cats run, jump, and slink away, a shadow within shadows and a life force of mystery. A predator in composite, a compact killer, a butcher of life, the apex of its design, all built of little bones, razors, and furry furies.
Cunning, slick, sly as it curls itself around your heart, wanting cuddles, treats with slowly blinking eyes of love, and devotion in the way only a black cat can!
Loss Lost Love
by~ GARY FIELDS
Why my love left?
I soon forget the reason's why
All that I remember
Is that she left such
An empty space
An empty trace
So many memories
Which can not be erased
And I die just a little inside
And time mean's nothing to me'
Fore you mean so much to me
- And -
Then ever so slightly
I wish for quiet subtle change
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And I don't know since when
But time just set's end on end
And smoke appears below
Which can choke a friend
A friend in need
Certainly not you love
And once again, ever so slightly
I wish for quiet suttle change
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It has been three weeks (03) now
And things' are all in a clammer'
Thing's just seem to set end on end
And nothing seem's to matter
An I make a vowel for thee
In a time that is lost for- ever
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O'h, how I wish to belong
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by~ Poet Destroyer
I can see the pain!
I came to you no longer.
Looking for answers,
I cried till I could no more..
I shared'
I stared'
At the empty space hiding in my heart,
I knew then that day was the end.
Thoughts ran like rivers,
flowing a stream down my face.
You picked the pieces up as I walked away.
With no more to open and say.
~~~~~
When holding wasn't holding to me no more,
You opened up your heart, in hopes I could feel.
We cried into the night,
until the early morn.
We scolded each other's pain,
searching and seeking each others heart.
As time drew, second begun to fade.
I saw our lovers nest fading,
as the night grew thick.
The moment had arrived,
why did we say goodbye?
~~~~~
Now we sit alone,
reminiscing the past that vaporized into thin air.
An empty trace'
An empty space'
~~~~~
Oh! How I wish to belong!
A collaboration with * GARY FIELDS
My collaboration contest
True love starts off with friendship
True friendship starts off with trust
And to build this type of bond mutual respect is a must
Now to respect some one in this way you must first
communicate.talking ,listening,for a start this bond you will
create.
In time this precious bond gets stronger due to respect you
both share.and at this point you start to feel that you really
truly care.
During this fragile stage trust begins to grow,comfortable
with this person now more feelings you start to show.
Trusting more in this person in who you can depend.
Now that respect and trust is there you now become friends.
Filled with joyful emotions because of your new friend.
All the times shared together now you never want to end.
It starts off as a little spark deep down in your tummy.
As time goes on it grows and grows making you feel funny.
And those times when you`re alone thinking does this person
Feel the same.this feeling that you feel inside goes by another
name.Not sure how or when this happend but feeling that its
true.now your thoughts becomes hopes that he feels the same
for you.Not sure how to go about this you start to test it out.with
suttle flirting gustures to confirm there isnt doubt.
And when it finally happens your floating in the clouds above.
Knowing down deep inside that this is really love.
All those moments that led up to this was vital in every way
So dont ever let go of those moments not even for a day.
True Love feels so good inside you thank the stars above.
for blessing you with this precious gift the precious gift of love.
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THE PRESTIGE OF MARRIAGE ALLUDED HER
OR THIS SHE WOULD HAVE ME TO BELIEVE
SHE SEEKED TREASURES THAT HER BODY
WOULD STORE, TO BIRTH A CHILD MIGHT
I SOW MY SEEDS
HER WANT FOR US TO HAVE THIS TOGETHERNESS
WAS SO UNREAL I, NEVER COULD BELIEVE
I LOVED THE FACT THAT SHE WISHED ME HERS
IF ONLY THIS NIGHT SHE WOULD HAVE
I STRUGGLED TO PLEASE HER
WHEN MY LACKING SHOW SHE'D BECOME MAD
BENEATH ME SHE MOVED ME TO COMPLIMENT HER
AND EMBRACED ME TO LOVE HER MORE
THE NECTARS OF HER BODY PERFUMED ME
THE DEPTHS OF HER DEVOTION I'D EXPLORE
SHE DANCED BENEATH ME
A SUTTLE NEED IN HER WANTING
A LANGUAGE PERFECTLY UNDERSTOOD
TOGETHER WE'D START THIS NEW BEGINNING
WE SCRIPTED ONE ANOTHER TO THIS END
FOR THOSE WHO WISHED US TO BE WITH THEM
THIS IS HOW THEIR STORIES WOULD END
WE AGREED TO MEET AND BE LOVERS
SHADOWY CHARACTERS FOR
GOSSIPING FOLK
THOSE WHO KNEW US IN OTHER WAYS
WE WOULD HAVE A WORLD TO THINK THEM AS JOKES
AN UNDERSTANDING FREE OF DEFINED WORDS
A WAY THE WORLD WOULD WISH FOOLS TO BELIEVE
TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE DARK AND SHADY
TO BRING ABOUT THE EMOTIONS
OF PEOPLE NEEDED TO BELIEVE
the hollow presence of things unseen seem to be my biggest blessing cursed to live in a world were the wrong decision can be your enemy's best weapon. learned to live by my elders learn to die by the youth even in the midst of the storm ill find my way threw.. the dark truth addicted to money woman an lies attracted to neon because those lights are so bright. fear hidden by courage, so courage shadows the pain inflicting the rage that sometimes ends my most hurtful days. dont cry. is what they told me so i hold my pain in thinking well the pains got to end. at some point along the road i had to have drifted off because the road that im taking has me lost..ha suddle thoughts i must be on the same road as love because know one can find us so im trying my best to find the path that takes me home the path that gets e of this long road. danm this is roads so cold. dont cry. the suttle days seem to fade away like problems do i use to get used but now i just move no relationships that last because friends end up like memory's somewhere in my past.dont cry, whats the point of a lie to cover a lie why not tell the truth, ill give it a try my differences seem to attract people in my life who seem to have dreams of me flying high living that wealthy life....wish I could see what you do. dont cry,, looking in the mirror the images does change but who said that things should stay the same,,, dont cry tears dont show but i can fill them flow but i keep a straight face so you'll never know. images haunt me like my mom in that coffin, danm that *****hurt my moms in a coffin, they said let go youll make it threw, danm that lie sounds good, i only wish it was true. dont cry
learning how to dehydrate food was easy
but it was so hard to convince them
to get over the need for meat.
learning dehydration was easy: expensive but easy.I couldn't forget I called my Lover, she liked doing thing with me so I found it easiest to try recipes where she would taste and motive me to improve my performances. I made up terms as I would go along.One day she made the statement that She could coach a team of men to support her marrying me: due to my lack of concern for her needs as I had fallen in love with my new dehydration machine. She said that she was tired of employing the people of Newfoundland and Labrador to voice her concerns.I didn't get the joke.
I began a cycle of thought believing I could invent a new type of seasoning or at least create a new way to uses buddhas hands,chilis ,garlic, lemon grass,milk, sour cream,potatoes, chives onions and shucked clams, and fish as base for a broth bisque. I then added the gelatiny fat from pig feet stock.I was look ing for a full bodied taste. Something I could feed a soccer team on a cool spring morning, and by lunchtime they'd beg me for more.She inspired me this with her lewd joke: and I felt ashamed until one day, I had made a croutons from 3 loaves of day old bread: The garlicy buttered bread sprinkled with dried parmesan cheese complimented the soup so well that I called people over to taste it. People loved the smokey baconish-garlicy, suttle fishy taste of the creamy bisque were the tender potatoes and onions a combined to create a smooth soothing satisfying herb topped delicacy that wasn't kruel to the palette: but more fullor to tickle the need for more.
daytime begins doesnt mean the nightmare ends.elvis lives doesnt mean he's at home.
walking around like a dead man walking,breathing through a tube.
hands cold and brittle hair falling out in patches.
a once handsome youg man turned into a shell of a human,being critiqued every moment he
appears in the streets.
searching for love on a dead end road his only sign of hope reads"only men allowed."
in ther no one judges him in there no one cares all they wnat is one thing that he has to
spare.
a hundred here two hundred ther girls in g-string underwear.
he places his hope on a cherry bomb as long as he keeps it coming the longer it'll go on.
for that time he's ther he has no fears he's fullfilling his hopes of being wanted.
lights burn low but never fade in this place of suttle shade,he never has to be ashamed.
when the night turns to morning and its time to go little does he know he's not alone.
as he walks to the car and turns the key from behind he's attacked his assaliant he can't see.
in slow motion he surrenders without a fight crying to his attacker"let me live another night."
all he wanted was his money and that he had leaving the old man in terror and longing fear.
they came to his rescue a little too late funny to think all the man wanted was a lovely
dinner date.never again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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