Originally posted by NunYahBidnessdude...bro', you know you are way off base on this right?
You're probably right about the guilt part. Coincedently...there were two girls in Julian's dream was there not? One of which he's helpless to help, and the other doing away with that very girl.Two girls!!! Does anyone not see the correlation here?
Originally posted by NunYahBidness
You're probably right about the guilt part. Coincedently...there were two girls in Julian's dream was there not? One of which he's helpless to help, and the other doing away with that very girl.Two girls!!! Does anyone not see the correlation here?
Originally posted by Syren
Yeah, the guy's desperate for a threesome 😄
yeah fine whatever...
Hearts afoul full of madness
Pitted soul no not sadness
Ire a bloom in spring time come
Wayward trek ‘neath the burning sun.
Heated words gone astray
The drama unfolds on a vilified play
Two now one, then back again.
As many things this too did end.
Anger rising like oceans cresting.
And to my heart the devil feasting.
No rain will drown my borrowed sorrow
Nor sun to brightened my darkened morrow.
Stop! The incessant games.
Feel you now the hated flames.
Burn and burn without hope or cause.
Dip my head in the gaping jaws.
Beat beat my heart go thumping.
Faster than mercury running.
Strike me now O’ mighty Zeus.
Thunderbolt lightning, Yea! Let loose.
And let me die a clean slated mind.
No anger then, but peace in time.
Sleep. To sleep I long your arm.
Save my soul, from her gutless charm.
Love
Ay’ woman loved, thou art the fabric of my soul.
Enmesh with me you, thy heart.
Forever my thoughts, Ay’ you have stole,
Hence now find I, to ne’er part.
And in parting, O’ gods show me sorrow,
For in elation will I so deny.
Until she that is the sun of my morrow,
Comes hither to stay by my side.
So then sauntered she in a fashion sultry guile,
Dumbstruck was I at her sight.
Beloved tresses bloomed with honeyed style,
And I but suffer my longing plight.
What works the hand creates upon her curv’d form,
To mould and shape the beauty make.
And I but stand in passion heated storm
Behold this wearied man is thine to take.
O’ beloved dear thou art to me,
And love thy name I shall demand.
Tis sweet to taste yon lips of thee,
And I am yours to command.
i've never dedicated anything to anyone...so this goes out to you! she who drives me nutz!!!
Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]LoveAy’ woman loved, thou art the fabric of my soul.
Enmesh with me you, thy heart.
Forever my thoughts, Ay’ you have stole,
Hence now find I, to ne’er part.And in parting, O’ gods show me sorrow,
For in elation will I so deny.
Until she that is the sun of my morrow,
Comes hither to stay by my side.So then sauntered she in a fashion sultry guile,
Dumbstruck was I at her sight.
Beloved tresses bloomed with honeyed style,
And I but suffer my longing plight.What works the hand creates upon her curv’d form,
To mould and shape the beauty make.
And I but stand in passion heated storm
Behold this wearied man is thine to take.O’ beloved dear thou art to me,
And love thy name I shall demand.
Tis sweet to taste yon lips of thee,
And I am yours to command.i've never dedicated anything to anyone...so this goes out to you! she who drives me nutz!!! [/B]
Damn, I had no idea I affected you so powerfully flirt
revised version of the Silverfish i has written and posted earlier.
The Silverfish
A silverfish crawled up on the wall.
I flicked at the thing, but it did not fall.
So instead of soaring high up in the air,
A smeared bloody glob had remained there.
I sighed at my erroneous misbegotten action.
Knowing I’ve committed some sort of infraction,
To all forms of insect type life.
As I took some TP, to erase the sight.
And as I sat on my humble commode,
Deep in ponder within my abode.
Will I be judged by God and man,
At the tainted blight upon my hand.
So with heavy shoulders I let out a sigh.
Having got up I had wondered why,
That my mind should be racked with terrible guilt.
At killing a bug, the little filth.
And sauntering out the room of bath.
I was faced with a silverfish’s wrath.
Not one, not two but a hundred fold,
Stood their ground with eyes so cold.
I froze in terror. I could not move.
I lost my cool, and yes even my groove.
But I stood my ground to fight the little bug,
In truth I ran like a chicken…I need me a hug.
Dear Friend;
I have given it much thought as to our last conversation was, and well, I must disagree with you. I honestly believe that love is not something that can be truly defined as you’ve put it. And since we are all unique and different from one another, I cannot see how my idea as to what love is, is no more correct or wrong for that matter, than it is from yours.
As there are many shades of red (being my favourite colour) I honestly believe there are varying shades to love. But then that’s neither here nor there, now is it. As you’ve said to me before, the glass is always half empty where I see it the other way. You asked: “Are you in love?” To which I’ve said over a dozen time yes. But does being in love make one smart? Yes. And no.
I believe that when one is “in” love, there is also an ugly side that somehow or other seems to find its way to the surface. You’ve asked what that was and I’ve said this many times before. Jealousy, paranoia, insecurities, wild imaginations of some dastardly paramour longing and desiring the affection of your love. And in so many times I have stated thus, you’ve disagreed with me that that cannot be so.
You’ve said that when one is in love, those things cannot possibly be a side of love to which I’ve said. How so, I once quipped. And you’ve replied with honesty and candor that tickles my bone to no end. Love, as you so eloquently played to me is beyond all those things. You cannot love a person if those vile emotions should overcome the unsuspecting soul. Oh no! How can you honestly say you love someone when those things can overcome you, you’ve said.
It was then, after thinking that in some sense that is true. But then how is it that if one is in love, can one feel all that I’ve mentioned? How can one truly be in love when you become jealous, obsessed and quite frankly I find appalling, to accuse the object of your affection of anything but being honest and straightforward?
Yes. I am in love my friend. More so than I have ever thought capable of. I’ve loved many and found some to be more lust than actual love. But for all those that I had loved, no one has ever affected me as this one person has. And in doing so, I’ve allowed my own insecurities to blind me from the truth. That though my heart now belongs to this person to whom I’ve professed my affections for, I’ve yet to overcome my own failings.
Time you say will heal all wounds. But the memory of hurt and sorrow will last a lifetime.