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She’s more than a soldier…
Fighting her way through battle,
Defending her comrades from the fiery blasts of the enemy…
She’s Ms. Independent 101.
She stands by herself for herself.
A man by her side does not make her any less strong.
She creates and maintains her character,
Her allure, her grace…
Her rightful place as ‘Queen.’
She’s Ms. Independent 101.
She takes on everything in front of her.
She marches to victory,
And she takes her love ones with her every step of the way.
She’s more than a woman,
With curves, valleys, and hills for a man to explore…
She knows she is a rare, priceless jewel that is to be sought,
And treated with respect…
She is a Star…
She is a Diva…
She is a Goddess…
She’s Ms. Independent 101.
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Identity Crisis
Who Am I?
No one.
What Am I?
Nothing.
Where Am I?
Nowhere…
“Identity Crisis”
A shadow in a sea of people,
A memory that has been forgotten
A stain that has disappeared…
“Identity Crisis”
Wandering, hiding, walking,
Existing, being, following,
Running, standing, falling…
“Identity Crisis”
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"OH, DADDY"
Oh, Daddy, What have you done?
You left me alone to find my way,
You never said anything, you just left one day.
Oh, Daddy, What have you done?
I am so lost. I need your help. Why did you leave?,
You were my protector, the one I should cleave.
Oh, Daddy, What have you done?
You left us in tears,
longing for death and hell's fire, despite all our fears.
Oh, Daddy, What have you done?
Was this your plan?
To leave us alone? Tell me,
I want to understand
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The eyes of a woman
are shimmering pools of loveliness
shining like rubies…
Capturing your attention.
The lips of a woman
are still, quiet
Succulent and delicious…
Destroying your strength.
The hands of a woman
are caring, and soft,
passionate and deliberate…
Milking you for all you are worth.
The whispers of a woman
are soothing and kind
Rejuvenating …
Claiming your heart.
The heart of a woman
is pure and gentle
and delicate indeed…
To have her heart would mean so much…
Who is this woman?
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Love or “Love”
Love is a disease
A plague,
A sickness…
Possessing everything
That does not
Belong to Her
In exchange for no guarantees,
Broken promises, or
Unfulfilled realties…
Love is a game of Blackjack,
Half a chance…
To win or to lose…
The stakes are high…
But we don’t’ care…
We risk it all…
For love…
Or the illusion of it.
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Ecstasy
Ecstasy swirling, twirling
Our hearts beating as one with desire,
Poised perfectly upright…
Graceful movements suspended in
~Time~
In suspended movements, graceful,
Upright, perfectly poised.
Desire with one as beating hearts,
Our twirling, swirling ecstasy.
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Fate…
Who will you become?
The decisions that we make,
That determines our fate…
What if you find out you were to become
something other than what you became?
The decisions that we make
That determines our fate…
I’m sure you can relate…
What if you became something in
order to become something else?
The decisions that we make
That determines our fate…
Who will you become?
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Autumn
Look how far I’ve fallen,
Like leaves falling from a tree.
Just falling…
Feeling Orange…
Feeling Green…
Feeling Brown…
Falling from Mother Earth…
Experiencing ‘autumn’ in the summertime.
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IF I EVER LOVE AGAIN
If I ever love again,
Let my heart find you, so that we can dance the
‘Lover’s Dance’.
Just you and me…
Can’t you hear my plea?
If I ever love again,
I hope my heart can rest in your hands.
To know your strength and comfort,
To lie silently in your passionate embrace.
Can’t you hear my plea?
If I ever love again,
Know only your footprints can lead to the door of my heart,
To feel your love inside of me, keeping me warm from the cold of my past,
I know you will save me,
Can’t you hear my plea?
If I ever love again,
May love grant me you, to climb the heights of passion,
To stir emotions of want and need like I never felt before…
Yes, this is my plea.
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This Man
The eyes of a man
are dark and mysterious,
alive and piercing…
Possessing your soul.
The lips of a man
are wet and sweet,
warm with desire…
Awakening the passion within you.
The hands of a man
are strong and caring,
touching with certainty…
That which he intends to takes captive…
Arresting you heart.
The whispers of a man
are deep and untouched…
wanton and sacred…
Bleeding your resolve.
The heart of man
is fragile and precious…
priceless beyond compare…
To have his heart would mean so much…
Who is this man?
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