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I Live In the Paragraph

in the middle of the atmosphere guided by the brightness of the fog that was and will be a
transformation assumes. The attraction of mental concepts consume the being who is armed
with a wonderful hyperdermic filled with scriptures imprint. Everlasting stains made and
confined to the lines of creative guidance. projective influence unfolds leaving the spine
chilled at the mad brilliance of thoughts un-leashed. The ending result of injection leads to
oohs, aahs, tears, smiles and beautiful migranes of astonishment. a flow is possesed as if
indulgence was beneath the oceans blanket. within the pupils the effect of potency can be
seen, the one behind it smirks at the steps closer to immortality. Waste not time with useless
delays, send the accolades, I live in the Paragraph.
The temperature drops and within the midst of the artic influence an extension of the hand is
revealed, with chilling details manuvers are set in motion as the un-thinkable is thought of
and created. Behold an alien tattooist bringing outer world concepts to life, or so it may
seem. conversations on clouds, tears bottled within the ocean, a promise of the dolphins
secret. Coincedences that are yet to exist, similiar to that of a god of sorts unto the
following. Relax and breathe as thy minds eye breeds intoxication like fantasies heated
within a spoon resulting in nouns that suffocate the lines, verbs that bite and amazing
sentences that may never end. thy soul is the literature, I am of the story and it is of me, in
honesty it must surely be known that, I live in the paragraph.

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A Drop of Rain Water

Since the begining of days when my heart became an advocate of concrete paths, I have
come to understand the joys that are unprecipitated fears and the fears that are purpose.
For so long I have adapted to the muddy waters that breed beautiful roses with thorns of
such pure poison. Taking into my lungs the fresh air, this same air that is only fresh with the
will of foul principle, yet some how law. Speaking the language that has no sound and
somehow it is always too loud for its own good. Induction in the chase for things that keep
my temperature down in the summer while making the atmosphere a little warmer. Like
something chilly for my wrist ,neck, ears and hands. In the most artic of winters things that
keep me warm like having a personal zoo, mink, chinchilla, fox, rabbit, beaver, and ostich
and yet winters are still so cold. Realizing that somehow winters burn the soul, as summers
tend to freeze the heart. Love is the sound of nature and its remeberance of present. Eagles
scream through the air, colts break the pavement with 38 and 45 calibers of pressure. The
floating of land crafts with special made wheels, stars, spokes, claws, blades, all in chrome
reflecting the spite of happiness in this life. Delicate feminims that perform the sweetest of
actions with the audacity to control the wheather of man. Sunny days, cloudy months, and
years of storm. Pleasure is found everywhere and yet it is never found, so pain is the
blessing of that same pleasure seeked. With each passing day I appear cleaner, except for
my work related smudges(from the parkway to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the
community). All the things I want I have and still I have nothing. Today has been here a
thousand times and only once,tomorrow will pass as yesterday returns. This is where the
truest kisses come from angels, yet the only blessings are from the breath of the demon.
This is home, the city of hustle in the divided states of atrocity. So much passionate turmoil,
so much un-affordable affection that is afforded by price and un-conditional purpose. As the
tears of an infant blend with the crying of the clouds this waters brings hope of a changed
existence. One that is the best life, not heaven or hell, not paradise, but life as it could be,
life in a drop...a single drop... Of Rain Water! Live, Suffer, Celebrate!

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So Gone - the Synopsis

Two stepping on a cloud of spacey smoke, leaning on elevation as my thirst is quenched by 
a tasteful yet un-nutrtional brown water. Fantastic fantasies like the unicorns friendship, half 
closed eyes warmly hugged by a red veil. Inner body tingles for an outer body experience, 
where ever I go there I am twice. As the world sounds like an ocean I am on a wave within 
a wave... wait I beg to differ, I am the wave. Again inticed by thirst, more wonderful brown 
water, yet first the filthy water is tipped before consumption. Surely an honor for the ships 
indulged in their final journey. Cigarettes from saturn a special blend indeed, with a regally 
rich aroma like the peculiar smell of audacity. The lungs constrict as absorbtion takes place, 
streams of smoke are ejected like an illusional laso. A seat is taken, a smile is given and the 
lights go out... Im so gone.
 So gone, so gone, so gone I am, So gone i can whisper at a bird dancing on a branches 
stem.
 So gone, so gone, so gone some more, so gone that without moving I can walk through a 
door.
 So gone, so gone, damn Im so gone, so gone that the feeling I truly adore, so gone that in 
reality I can write no more.

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Appreciation In Full

So much you have been to me and for me. when there was the concept of lost love you
brought with you the meaning of true love. At times when I felt that I suffered alone,your
tears told me that my miseries were also yours. When trouble came pouring down, you were
my shelter. Even when everything seemed to be going wrong your touch let me know it
would be alright. As confusion surrounded me and I lay on the brink of insanity, youbrought
me peace of mind. In the darkness when I was lost and searched for friends, you came as
the light by being my truest friend. In this world where there is said to be no garauntees
youve proven to be my only garauntee...How do i show my appreciation in full?

Maybe if I were able to have the planets rotate around you, or reach into the sky and gather
the stars to put at your door step to forever light the path you walk on...That would be
appreciation in full.
To shed tears until the deserts of the world are no longer dry but instead blossom with roses
that match the complexion of your skin, or to have a single drop of your own tears be the
secret of the fountain of youth...That would be appreciation in full.
Having the angels of heaven proclaim you as Gods most precious angel on earth and the
priest of the world know the love your name brings as its own religion...That would be
appreciation in full.
Directing the bees from every continent to bring their honey only to you as a representation
of how sweet your touch is, or a million butterflies to explain to you what my stomach feels
like when i am in your presence...That would be appreciation in full.
To go back in time to the begining of my life and be born for the purpose of being with you
and only you,or to make the blessings of your first and second child becreated from my
seed...That would be appeciation in full.
Having the waves of the ocean spell out your name within every ripple of motion or to make
love to you under the stars in the middle of that same ocean while lying on the waves...That
would be appreciation in full.
Spending my life in prayer thanking God for having you, while looking into the sky seing
your face in the clouds or hearing your voice within every breeze of wind, feeling your touch
within the suns warm rays...That would be appreciation in full.
My pride in life is having you and for that I trust solely in us, you are my love, my life, my
wife...How do I show my appreciation in full?

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Touch Me

So many things can be determined within a touch, for a single touch can bring forth the most of things. The right touch is priceless and can never be duplicated. So many things beautiful are birthed by a single touch.
     Touch me and feel the pain of being in love tremble through my inner core. This same beautiful pain that has given meanining to the passion of us.
      Touch me and replenish my soul with warmthand caring, that the lifes audacities have stolen from me, for I am attimes numb and it is only your touch that can grant me feelings once more.
       Touch me and sense the words of affection that are caught in my throat, but can be seen in my eyes. This same affection that has given me golden mist of breathe each time I pronounce your name.
        Touchme and understand that the future of us has been founded by that same touch.A future that consist of an eternal desire to be kissed by you,seen by you and to live and grow with you.
         Touch me and always know that it is your touch and only your touch that is the cure for the ills life at times offers, within your touch I am given endurance, inspiration,and am left with an intoxicating longing for more and more of your touch.
         Touch me and become my truest friend...Touch me and become my confidant...Touch me and become my greatest fantasy come true...Touch me and become my reason for living.
                                             Just Touch me.

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A Kiss

A kiss is something that is sentimental, special, intimate, a form of affection that can
brighten a dark day. It can encourage the discouraged or arouse the senuality of the
reciever or giver. kiss is always wonderful especially from the one you love.
So therefore I grtant you a kiss upon your forehead for the memories weve made and the
ones still to be made in our time of growing old together as one.
I must also kiss your eyes; the left for all the faults that you chose to overlook in
continuously loving me, the right for all the good factors you saw in me and helped me make
better.
With so much of you to love and enjoy, I kiss your nose for the wonderful scent that you
leave upon the pillows in the bed we share.
Yet the aforementioned is not enough so there will be a kiss upon your lips for the breathe
of fresh air you have brought into my life.
And indeed I shall kiss your neck for the life of senuality that you bring into our
relationship of love and life with one another.
Now allow me to kiss your hands for having the only touch in this world that can heal me,
when life brings me pain.
We are still not finished as I kiss your left breast for your heart beat which is the theme
song of my world.
Did you think I forgot about your stomach which is the cradle for the lives weve made or
are soon to make together.
I must smile as I kiss your inner thighs, for in there is the source of my sweetest
addiction unto you which I pray will forever be mines alone.
In the times when the matters of life have put me down it was you who bent down to pick
me up with uplifting support and for that I kiss your knees.
Last but never the least what I must finally kiss is your feet for all the journeys youve
been on with me as well as the ones you have walked me through.

Now kiss me and know that my love is forever!

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Are You

In this life of atmosphere and audacity there is indeed much that is neede for the mind"s stability, the body"s satisfaction and finally the soul"s sanctuary. So in turn the question exists, a question that must be asked...Are You?
   Indefinately I shall live amongst the skies of lonely interior, Are You the cloud to comfort me? If life should become a desert of desperation and dehydration, Are You my life saving drop of rain water? If the dark shall arise and in the midst of such I have become lost in the fogs influence, Are You my guiding light? entrapped in a room of disstraction surrounded by walls that promote defeat, Are You my butterfly of wisdom and strategy? Are You the beholder of a kiss to liven my tase buds when they have gone bland?The one who within the eye"s mirror can be seen the image of life and love forever, that same one whos touch of satin inspires tears of fulfillment. Are You thy specific angel with un-matched beauty along with a scent that grants fantasies? Causing an addiction of who you are and all that is of you, the rose with the thorn that pricks allowing the beautiful sensation of heart felt pain. Are You she who"s words enlighten the spirit? Possesor of moves to ignite the fire within me, giving me a sensational overdose. At last the most important question that bounds my life... Are You my wife?
                  IN truth I admit, a simple kiss upon your breast and I may truly live forever !

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I Am

As I kneel to the prominence of a higher understanding with one eye shut tight, a becoming
takes place in existence.
I am the one who has seen the smile of the decietful and have heard the songs of
blasphemy. In all i have kept an un-tainted eye as well as the ability to hear the truth.
I am that soul which has witnessed the dissection of earthly pleasure giving way to
passionate turmoil. Yet I wear the shoes of loyalty and principal as the need for turmoil lays
at my feet.
I am the same one who has been born in and raised by the entity known as pain.
Conversations with this entity has given me an un-precedent accuracy of mind, with a torso
of forged endurance. I have had no greater companion or teacher.
I am he who holds a spirit that must drink from the crying of the sky and be fed by the
sustenance of a world that is hoped for. However this same spirit is intertwined with an un-
curable longing known as desire that will never reach a state of content.
I am this same one who has sat in the presence of murderers, monsters,and those who
appreciate atrocity. yet without a violent tendancy of my own, I have traveled their mind
space and understood their thoughts, gaining their their utmost respect.
I am the one who has visioned the tears of infants that drizzle unto the earth"s soil, bringing
forth rivers, valleys, and never ending forest.
where there is smoke without flame, where there is flame without heat, where principal is
without loyalty.
Where all that matters is endurance of atmosphere...I am.

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Rescue Me From My Destiny

Dark days bright nights,approached by glamourous smiles with deep motives and dull
intentions. wonderful noise smothering particulaur senses. Infactuation with the ingredients
of a peculiar taste,brown water,liquid lightening, and a taseful 1738 blend. An atmosphere
full of pretty birds with broken with broken wings implementing the most astounding
memories that should last forever,yet who can remember.smoke the color of rain clouds
granting a peak at the angels fantasies. Whoa give me a moment-lost in translation
understanding words that cant be understood...rescue me from my destiny. morning glances
after acat on the roof entry, angered thoughts of a cherished love lead to a frustrated
intimacy. a special silence follows until broken by spoken half truths.looks of affection that
wish to flee,yet bound by the hearts leash. timid touches and cold concern,promises
announced in a whispered awe. one spilled tear for lack of faith sealed with a kiss of
blasphemy. finally a most needed coma arrives bringing dreams of memories lost. a soul
piercing eye with a pupil of contempt, all so grand for a toll that is sure to ensue...rescue me
from my destiny. A short distance through a long door, the glace behind at a comforting
illussion. The sun is bright always and the days are cold forever. Deeds committed worth
everything thats nothing, still the adrenaline enjoyable is embarked upon. For the sake of
small wonders attendance of the feast of wolves, hand shakes with the brutes during
agreements between civil monsters. Indulged in accomadating a demand amongst a people
of intense cravings and un-satisfiable urges. An un-mentiomable deal from he who is the son
of the one who knows the ageless stranger. reflection of shields with the bias of the eagles
integrity. all in a spectrum of lights that cause excellerated rates of the heart and a million
thoughts in the span of a moment. Surely a daily itenerary...some one please rescue me
from my destiny!

The choices we make
determine what is destined for the future.

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The Gift

Seconds of a glance, hours of speech, days of embrace, months of thoughts, years of
binding to be. The sky above dazzles with influences of the sun"s light of warm inspiration.
Souls mingle, bodies collide intimately, and breaths of passion are exchanged. A smile
reflects the mood in a day, a kiss seals the deal.
Trees dance and bushes wiggle, the grass sways with the wind like the thoughts of the
previous day of the sun"s influence. A sniff of perfume left upon satin sheets as wind through
an open window on a windy day skimmers across the bed. A thought reflects the memories
as hope peeks at the future.
Piddle paddle is the language spoken as rain speaks to the windows it falls upon. The same
rain which speaks words of growth and slight despair, yet washes away despair with three
drops that are repeated a million times over. Tiny speckles of motion that admit to passion
as well as contrite. A hand on a stomach, a face seen within a puddle reflects the coming.
Further into the season of life a cold white blanket covers existence, the bodies of the in-
organic and the mood of the organic. Men are made from this same white blanket to laugh
with children. Yes, the children who enjoy the priveledge of earth"s winter blanket. So a hug
reflects the warmth of two that will soon become three.
A time of pain for the benefit, the benefit of pain for a time as the siblings hail and sleet play
a little rough on all in its path. A pressure that must be endured, a pain that opens the path
for blessing. A tear as the reflection of the pain and happiness to come and go, to be and be
no more.
Slightly water again spills from the heavens as a means to drizzle away that which has been
endured for the sake of it all. Abducted by a breeze carrying the smell of inspiration,and the
light touch of satisfaction. A well deserved rest reflects the passion of strain and an awaiting
becomes the begining.
The rest is recovered from, the strain is achieved and completed. Eight motions of life and
atmosphere have been seen through by grace. All along allowing a ninth motion that brings
forth a rainbow... A rainbow of life... A child is born... A gift has been given!