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What our ends usually require is something from the begining.... Thus... I am the elements, procreated by two menalinites who made love in the middle of a star filled night. A keeper of creative talents and gifts that is shared in every glance, smile, touch, thought.... As I am a true reflection beyond 6inch glasses in the eyes of the youth that starve to cross over and claim their birthright as children of the universe, beings of a higher calling. Simple as simplicity can be, yet complex about by complexities. I am love, hugs and kisses, like memories of your grandma. Discipline, joy, stregth , and courage, like the honor of your Elder. I am writing this write now and it is what is right now. A so it go and a so a just so! Ashe
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Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, 'Richness, can you tak... read more
To You...
Sat, May 10, 2008 - 1:18 PM
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Not to me, but to you. To you , with no unseasoned notions Rather motions, like the calmness of the ocean. Engulfed in the unseen like seven hundred plagues of serenity . This is the day of countless awakenings. Lavender wine is on my lips, and sorrow’s cup is empty Untold to the forsaken.. Screaming from the bottom of the mountain top.. ..............Awaiting you......... To you not to me , I send tireless melodies like clouds of smoke that release from my pineal roc... read more
Ballad of a Bastard Bitch
Mon, May 5, 2008 - 10:48 AM
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Her hair was dark and thick It smelled like sweet rose hips Her bronze skin was soft and smooth Like soulful solitudes or flowing satin sheets Wrapped around the daughters of Iron Sheiks Her voice like soft honey and When she speaks strewed words plunge deep in to my minds’ river Swimming with vigor to deliver fines messages to that detach my heart from anger I felt that there was nothing I could offer as a gesture as to how much I love her But she al... read more
I can't seem to stay in my body. I woke up and fell asleep like 8 times in my dream, while I was having a dream in my dreams... This moon is something else... Now I can't find my bracelet... Has anybody seen it???
Sun, April 20, 2008 - 8:37 AM
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Erotic Confessions: Between the Sheets
Thu, April 17, 2008 - 7:02 AM
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How fresh the smell, and sweet the taste of a succulent world that awaits to be unlocked in tantalizing desire. What have you decided? Trusting only in your passions to have your insides washed with an unyielding charge of energy, as your imagination lapses over in to burning pain. Appendages become rigid like pearled flesh breaking young skin. Shaking in feverish anxiety you draw me on top of you. Do you want me? Entreat me to spread y... read more
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