The Main Theme For
" Subject To The Movie"
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The Orchestration
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I once believed love would
keep us together
we'd go through whatever
our desire not to be apart
I characterized, the reason why
it was cool to say I love you
that feeling we share
the one no one would dare
to come between just
cause I love you
Everytime we kiss goodbye
I never doubt the reason why
cause your the top
you're the best
that I must confess
it's love I guess
When I lose my concentration
or get losed in conversation
I step away to ask
what do she want me to say
That passionate behavior
is the kind that'll save yah
when you loss your concentration
or lose you way.
what then to say ah
what denotes the point of our
existence
i don't know when
I can't remember how
I just know it's a special thing
we have together
Need every romance be passionate
for it to resonate
Must professions of love grandiloquent
adorn the lace of verses intimate
Need lovers risk life and limb
to reel their marriage in
Must they stride ‘cross the world’s stage
worshiped by the idlers of the age
Cannot affairs of the heart
glow in candle’s quietude
Sustained by shared faith
and moral rectitude
Alas, lightning and fireworks are preferred
by those who hold the strings of the purse
Give me your hand, my soul's star,
and look me in my eyes...
Look how
my heart and soul
embrace you
and dreams are woven
of tender loves,
of beautiful journeys far away,
in the land of love and life...
Look, our whole life
has one sense only...
To love you deeply,
to be loved by you
and to love
both together,
our children
and the whole world...
Because, nothing else
in this world remains
at the end,
except only,
the love and warmth,
we gave and felt,
with a warm embracing,
with a sweet glance,
with many feelings
and with a multitude
of countless and sweet,
passionate kisses of love...
Thomas Akritidis
Must be something in your heart passionate
Someone stirring in your mind so passionate
As the dot of light shines bright
Instantaneously engage is light
I am of who I am before
Must be something in your spirit that purges
Pains of this sorted I'm compelled with urges
As the waving of the winds
Copopulate the solar blinds
Floating in mid summer skies
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I felt your love and passionate dart,
in my lonely and loving heart.
Passion spawned in hearts filled with desire
ignites to become raging fires
Come here please
so all can see
how beautiful, sensual
and irresistible you are to me.
You move very slowly
like a cunning cat,
your fur looks so inviting
but your claws are intact.
Is my chain mail
strong enough to engage,
will I be able to come of age.
We brush by one another,
the scent is hypnotic,
I know now
my armor is just idiotic.
Your claws are erect
they rip through my skin and bones,
I am completely tattered,
battered, and left alone.
I pick myself up
and tend to my wounds,
I was a gallant knight,
but now completely bestrewn.
These gashes I received,
tearing my soul apart,
will never fully heal,
always having a wounded heart.
I will move forward in this state
as most must do,
never fully allowing
one’s passionate dreams
come true.
How have you been, tell me the news,
first, where did you buy those kinky shoes?
Victim of fashion, prisoner of fad,
for better or worse, mad about it, good or bad.
Heard you're doing fine, have it made,
but, when did you get those slinky shades?
Modern mode, sartorial style, captured by trends,
it goes on for ever and never ends.
What have you done, relate all the facts,
now, where did you find that fancy hat?
New York, London, what's in what's not,
Paris or Rome, who calls the shots?
Moving up in the world, you have a chance,
tho', when did you purchase those swanky pants?
Who knows what goes on behind the scenes,
in all those glossy magazines?
To All The Girls In Orania,
Your brilliance dictates the sun's rising
and the very star' eternal dance.
I am the Orchid of Orania, an often
overlooked,outrageous original.
My heart harbours heat,a heavy hyper-hot
hearth.
I am glory grown in grit, a giant gem
glittering greatly.
The sky stays silent, stunned by my
spectacular soul.
My mere presence makes the very universe
seem like a faint whisper.
Your gentle aura of eros envelops me.
Your gaze and kiss make me raise a sea.
Your serpent penetrates my womb-to-be.
You are on top of me for the rest of eternity.
You gentle smile of love romances me.
In your eyes I can finally see so clearly:
You and I are soulmates always meant to be.
You hold me close giving me sense of safety.
Too Real
Too Done
To Feel Again
Where Words
Won’t Fall Vacant
Like Rain.
-Gray Squirrel
09-22-2025
Passionate Affair
my head throbbed like
a jackhammer in full bore
my eyes felt like pieces of
eighty grit sandpaper
it was another Tequila Sunrise
which was no surprise
when we first met, I was her
bad boy, Desperado type,
she was my Witchy Woman
I was the New Kid in Town,
she was an old hand In the City
we both liked to live
Life in the Fast Lane
we first met at the sleazy, time worn
Hotel California
our love affair set my life
on fire and left me feeling
on top of the world
it all came crashing down
when she said what do we
do After the Thrill is Gone
I knew she was angling for
a way to end it
she finished her drink
cooly stood up and walked out
no word of goodbye nor tear
in her eye
she left a gaping supermassive black
Hole in the World
I was sucked in to the hole
with no chance to escape
tequila was my only relief
I live in hope that
One of These Nights
I will find another just like her
Ardor abated
Bodies both
Collapse
Damp
Erotic
Fulfillment
Gains giddy
High
Intense
Kiss keepers
Lingering
Melting moves
Nestle Narvana
Optimal
Passionate
Release
Sated
Touch
Unleashes
Verve vapor
Whispers wanting
Xanadu
Zees
I am in love with my many retirement hobbies
Passionate about cartooning, painting and poetry
Intensely enthusiastic when I am playing in my art studio
Also thrilled with peanut butter cookies and twinkies
Loving refried beans and salsa heated up eaten on chips
These are a few of my favorite things
My passions have changed through the years
But at this moment, in this time, these are my main events
I am incapable
In my existence
To fathom the love that I receive
It is not ever same
Everyday the envelope takes a distinct figure
Adding to my muddle
Each day it alters its scent
But it boils me to think
How is it love if days can recast it
Or is it that
My feeble mind
Is incapable of
Knowing the love of the titled
For my letters if ever posted
Would always smell the same
But I do know
I am incapable
Of grossing a response to it
As it would be dull to love a commoner
For who has known only one scent
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