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Irs-Illicit-Rude-Sickening

The internal department of the psychic friends,
Aggravation can find a dollar before it is printed,
Like Christmas tax day comes once a year,
It will take that long to pay one bill,
Ask Santa for it under the tree it will appear,
The parasite, the invalid, it can't help itself ,
It's eating away a the system,
You can't kill it, it's like bad grass,
It just sucks your blood and laughs,
The more you give it the more it wants,
They use your mind, your body, and your soul,
No matter how bad it hurts, it can hurt somemore,
Hand stretched out arms open wide,
It invites everyone to be on it's side,
It runs like water it's hard to hold,
It rund out of your pocket until there is no more,
Like maduca the seven headed moster with a sore,
It won't stop kicking until you are  is sore,
Men ain't free it's a IRS guarantee,
They can not stand the sun to shine,
They tell you what to think,
You can't fight City Hall because they put up a ten foot wall,
They can't hear, can't see, and won't speak no evil,
A crooked road where will this lead us,
To the deaths of the masses,
It spews hate it's the only thing that lasts,
Everything else is a worn out song,
"Follow the IRS you can't go wrong,
The IRS and it's sympathizers,
Go early to bed they are early risers,
Can't make love you can't go to war,
Not for a good reason or things worth fighting for,
Who's your daddy? What's your mama name,
Ask me no questions it's the end of the game,
Stand up sit down what should I do?
The IRS wants to get next to you,
They'll burn your house, they'll take your child,
Can't have it, ain't getting it,
I ain't got and I ain't gonna get.

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The Independent Woman

Growing in ways as an independent woman,
For sure there were things to do that I shouldn't,
The days were long the nights were endless,
I've struggled hard for my independence,
My sole support in the years gone past,
Has been my hopes that I find your love that's true,
And it clashed with all the things I had going on,
Temptation made it hard to tell right from wrong,
With my morality as my guide I held on and tried to stay in the light,
My dignity and my pride helped me through the darkest hours,
Love has two sides, one that fills the busy days,
And one that stalks it's prey in the empty night,
To triumph over sin and evil I used common sense,
It took all of me to cool the fever, standing up on my own two feet,
To the cause of love I gave all of me,
Love's my reward, this is what I've struggled toward,
Fulfillment, joy and bliss, Oh-h sweet independence,
Oh the comfort and shelter of his arms,
Where I could nurture the calm, how sweet love is to me,
Through the bitterness and controversy,
It's over and I've one the struggle for my independence,
To stay whole I'll use all my God given senses...

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The Moon Fell From the Sky

The moon fell from the sky,
The mountains came crashing down,
The daylight turned to darkness,
There was no love that could be found,
I stumbled through the seclusion,
So much time alone affords me,
I wanted to look in the mirror,
Just to see, just to see,
There were no tears on my face,
It was no mystery,
Things looked out of place,
How did I survive?
It was not you loving me,
The man on the pillow beside me,
Was a stranger to my love,
He was someone that I met,
The love was shocking,
It touched me everywhere,
It reinforced the innocent,
Tender love , and kisses,
How this man took my love?
I do not know,
The reality  of a bitter love gripped my soul,
It was sin and I wanted more,
I could not believe that my love was,
 Heated up when as I sat alone,
And I was chilled to the bone,
From my empty bed, and empty arms,
This was no fantasy,
A warm cozy fire with a toasty glass of wine,
Chocolate and champagne,
A concoction of livid bliss,
Scenes of a wild eyed subliminal, and submissive act,
Rushed  through my mind and  I tried,
To hold on to the sanctity of the blitz of this fantasy,
An image  a flash of ecstasy,
Two lovers entwined,
Tangled in a massive act of love which seemed  to be sublime.
This stranger took my love, he led me down the road,
To ecstacy, way past passion and walked me right up to the door to 
deep satisfaction...

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George Jargon

The cool.The night air.The mist.A breeze.The light.The stars.A kiss.A walk.
A stroll.A hint.A scent.A wish.A smile.A stare.A glance.A rain drop. A cloud.
A shower.A sunset.The dawn.A book.A song.A candle's glow.A fireplace.
A wall.A room.A pale color scheme.A bubble.A faucet drip. A cigar. The count
down.A wish A kiss.A pat on the back. A squat.A spot.A release.A drink.
Some gin.Some wine.A pomagranate.Some rum.Champagne.Love in vain.
A toast.The utmost.Imagination.Spooked Alone.The dark.A dim light. A
skeleton.A closet. Love tucked away.A rendezvous.A refuse.A sweet retreat.
A thick parfume.A message.Tlc.A lay. A midnight.Candlelight rendezvous.
TWO.US TWO.ME AND YOU.A smut game.A winner.A victor.A love that's
tame.The same.Opposites.Night into day.Window shopping.Indecision.
Beneath the moon.Sleep until noon.On the kitchen floor.By the fire place.
A blouse.A shirt.Some pants.A skirt.Silk.Satin.Linen.Lace.Fur.Leather.
Sweater.Suede.The daylight.Dawn.Daybreak.Sunday morn.Holywater.
Crispy bacon.China.Silver.Coffee.Tea.Sugar.Honey.Love's sweet treats.

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Private Moments

In the dark when the lights are out private moments come to mind,
About the more somber times,
When you take my hand I'm more secure I'm less fearful of the hours ahead,
Your love leads me and guides me through the dark,
Through the wilderness of love on this journey we embark,
As you kiss me your tender touch mends my lonely broken heart,
The gentleness,the sweet soft carress,makes these moments worth waiting for,
And in private moments when in love we share  sweet communion,
God above honors our union in the private moments that we share,
They create memories that are scattered here and there,
Pictures flutter through my mind of the loving times so rare,
I greet you and your love and face to face we now share the private moments,
In your arms I'm free from world beyond the darkness .

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The Entrance

Enter into the temple that God made it to be,
It is now an empty hollow shell filled with love's memories,
It has served men well it's doors and windows once open,
The men who entered did not tell,
They were hoping to gain in experience it was then an institution,
Now it's bare and forsaken there is not much use in it,
There's been repeated attempts to restore a now still entity,
To relive the days in the sun to rekindle the flames of desire,
To the love that once meant so much,to be the lover of great men once again,
It would be painful to go there because I was once free of care,
Loving was so easy it was like  second nature to me,
Now the lustful days has transformed my heart into a painful memory,
To feel ecstacy once again is impossible you see,
I went down to ecstacy,way past satisfaction and I lost my virginity,
My body once God's temple he used to dwell inside,
Love has forsaken it's beauty the years have been unkind,
My hair once black and wavy is now white and a little panky,
My hips once round and curvy are spread out like the sea,
I've burdened none in hopes that I will survive the tomorrows,
I'd like to love for eternity on fantasies and dreams,
I come across such useless things at night as I wonder through
the dimly lit room,it smells of candles and sweet with fragrance,
Finding nothing like two arms to lie in,these are things meant for virgins.

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The Manisfestation

If you believe,  that love is true , it will be  waiting there for you,
Then open wide your heart, inside there is love you've kept warm,
Heart to heart, and woman to man,
If you look at her from head to toe you will see,
The woman you made her to be,
She weathered the storm of envy
The rain has caused her grief,
Inside her heart, she believed the rain would end,
She clung to that hope,  but the world wanted more,
She was abrased by it's greed,
When you look into her eyes you will see,
The tears form, and she will cry,
She knows the beauty of  the love inside, it will manifest,
Then she will savor it's sweetness,
She's been showered many times,
She'll hear your voice hushed in the darkness,
She'll remember speaking softly in your ear,
She'll remember needing you close,
Giving her love to you was her choice,
Reach out and touch her hand, she'll need you to,
She'll grip your's tightly to let you know she approves,
Her pride will not stand in the way,
Like two children at love you'll play,
Her friendship was yours many days,
Then you'll place, your arm around her shoulder,
The many hours you shared in each others arms,
Were countless,  and then onward your arm falls to her waist,
If she lets your love inside you will place,
Your hand upon her head then the tears she's held inside you'll shed,
when they subside you'll be as humble as the lamb,
Your mouth will touch her mouth,
You  rescued her from the darkness,
And from the evils of a greater sin,
As love will know best, 
Your hand will explore her body,
For your heart wants to know,
That the jealousy of darkness has not, harmed what you intended to love,
You'll kiss her breast with warm sweet kisses,
Carnal knowledge will be warm, 
You'll touch where her love , and yours colide,
As you enter her body which is the temple,
Sacred for her man alone, 
your love will melt inside her,
As woman and a man you'll become as one...

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Spill No Tears

Spill no tears for the years we've spent, have been good ones,
Shed not a tear because each day I've spent in the sun,
Do not weep, weeping willow for this love, do not cry for me,
Because I give myself freely, and I have no broken heart,
Lonliness is no more my love lies within me,
I gave myself to no one else this to the envy,
I shared not a day in anyone's arms, I've not enjoyed his charms,
I've kept my love warm, I've kept my love from harm,
If I am  in love where does this love live?
Will it give itself to me freely , if it should pass this way,
I'll speak not a word , I'll utter not a sound,
Your touch will overwhelm me , time alone will tell,
In the hours I've spent alone, I've written on the walls I climbed,
As my love sat on a shelf,
Your love will comfort me it will soothe the ache,
It will give to me and take the emptiness away,
Each night as I slept alone I dreamed of being someone more,
Than someone without anyone to love but,
Spill no tears , do not weep for me weeping willow,
The tears are on my pillow  I have cried them all,
In a dream about your love...

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Smitten

Smitten by a bitter love, my heart could take no more,
All of my experiences i started to implore,
I impoored my inner being to come through for me one more time,
And take my love and place it out there on the line,
I've searched for a cure, for this bitter love less than pure,
When the answer came to mind, My heart asked and I replied,
I am not sure, I cannot say how much indifference I can take,
Wish I may, wish I might, find a warm love tonight,
Take away the bitterness, fill my heart with bliss,
Show me how to love, exactly the way love was meant to be,
The bitterness has chased away the warmth love has inside it,
To recapture the depths of my desire, would take all of my life,
Though love has gone away from me, I'll cling to what I've learned,
My experience has taught me to be whereever your heart desires...

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The Aftermath,August 29,2005

Tonight I lay in your arms with confidence and I know,
That loving you comes naturally for me so  I go,
Through the changes loves takes me through,
With confidence, grace, and poise,
Cause I'm loving you the right way and that this love is not wrong,
I lay here knowing what I know, I'm sure, I'm secure,
In the love we share and know that together,
We've weathered the storm and it has passed,
Tonight we're blessed and heaven has poured down the love,
From above , from above,
You looked at this love I give you from my eye to my body,
You gazed in my eyes filled with mystery,
Your voice was clear, in my ear,
I heard your voice and responded, with confidence,
I know just what my love has meant,
You held my hand, I remember you holding it ,
Through the darkest hours,  when love was empty and hollow,
When you placed your arm around my shoulder,
You expressed your love for me I was free,
Your arm fell to my waist as we stood face to face,
Your mouth on my mouth you kissed me with sweet kisses,
Without a doubt tonight as I lay here free without care,
I touched your lips, your nose, your eyes, your forehead,
And then the crown of your head,
I love you and then I started to melt,
You kissed my breast to set love in motion,
Your hand carressed the source where my love is as deep as the ocean,
Then together we lay as one because there are no others,
As one we greet the morning sun,
In the aftermath of love's rage your love came, your love came!