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Hiya BMF...

Hope you and all your guests have a wonderful week.


Did a free write yesterday... just some feelings that have bubbled under the surface...


Walled up under iron chains
Protected from pain yet
longing to be free, to explore

You were but my locksmith
Words meandered inside
Releasing me from this captivity.

Unknowingly I gave you my heart...
Training wheels attached
You held it, nurtured it, taught it

Then you let go...
Traces of you forever etched.
I wanted to cling, scream, cry out...

Doubt crept in...I fought the urges
To dismount and run back and
lock myself back in my safe place

I hear you in my mind,
Believing... I let go
I soar, clinging to newfound freedom

It is mine.
 
Hiya BMF...

Hope you and all your guests have a wonderful week.


Did a free write yesterday... just some feelings that have bubbled under the surface...


Walled up under iron chains
Protected from pain yet
longing to be free, to explore

You were but my locksmith
Words meandered inside
Releasing me from this captivity.

Unknowingly I gave you my heart...
Training wheels attached
You held it, nurtured it, taught it

Then you let go...
Traces of you forever etched.
I wanted to cling, scream, cry out...

Doubt crept in...I fought the urges
To dismount and run back and
lock myself back in my safe place

I hear you in my mind,
Believing... I let go
I soar, clinging to newfound freedom

It is mine.

Powerful piece, AJ!! I'm glad that freedom is yours. Don't let it go. Captivity is a lonely place to be. I'm so glad you posted!!
 
My first today

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I see eyes wet, tears free flowing.
You just can't forget
All the hate that life's showing.
Then he came along, fresh smile on his face
Promising to sing a new song.
Wrong.
Now, you find yourself,
Pieces all scattered.
Can't remember when
Being you even mattered.
So tired of actors, pretenders, and fakers.
Hope takers, dream breakers.
You're slowly shutting down.

So, you just can't believe that I'm not like that.
That I'm not that cat
Who's gonna be that foul.
Now,
I won't promise that ill heal your wounds,
But with my love I'll soothe
The pain will leave you soon.
I find your scars to be beautiful,
They tell a life of living, and not afraid of love.
And girl, I'm speaking of
The kind of love that scrubs away
All of your old decay.

I'd like a chance
To put you on display.
To show the world your shine
Not keep you locked away.
I need a moment to relax your mind.
Let's sneak away and find
Who you used to be.
Won't try to change, but rearrange your world
Give you a new reality
Make you my favorite girl.
Complete the renovations
Rebuild your life
Then things will be alright.
 
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I see eyes wet, tears free flowing.
You just can't forget
All the hate that life's showing.
Then he came along, fresh smile on his face
Promising to sing a new song.
Wrong.
Now, you find yourself,
Pieces all scattered.
Can't remember when
Being you even mattered.
So tired of actors, pretenders, and fakers.
Hope takers, dream breakers.
You're slowly shutting down.

So, you just can't believe that I'm not like that.
That I'm not that cat
Who's gonna be that foul.
Now,
I won't promise that ill heal your wounds,
But with my love I'll soothe
The pain will leave you soon.
I find your scars to be beautiful,
They tell a life of living, and not afraid of love.
And girl, I'm speaking of
The kind of love that scrubs away
All of your old decay.

I'd like a chance
To put you on display.
To show the world your shine
Not keep you locked away.
I need a moment to relax your mind.
Let's sneak away and find
Who you used to be.
Won't try to change, but rearrange your world
Give you a new reality
Make you my favorite girl.
Complete the renovations
Rebuild your life
Then things will be alright.

Wonderful! http://i650.photobucket.com/albums/uu226/sexijo82/rock.gif but you knew that already! :)
 
Home (Letter from Iraq)

sitting here all alone
can only think of home
stare at the walls
wondering if faith will fall
how do i get back to that place
the only place i feel safe

i just wanna come back home
safe home
home sweet home

my mind goes places beyond me
places i don't wanna see
don't know if i'll be the same
will you look at me with disdain
searching for the eye of the storm
and feeling like i'm torn

i just wanna come back home
safe home
home sweet home
 
sitting here all alone
can only think of home
stare at the walls
wondering if faith will fall
how do i get back to that place
the only place i feel safe

i just wanna come back home
safe home
home sweet home

my mind goes places beyond me
places i don't wanna see
don't know if i'll be the same
will you look at me with disdain
searching for the eye of the storm
and feeling like i'm torn

i just wanna come back home
safe home
home sweet home

Wow. Great poem. I feel for you, but ill join my faith with yours. We'll try not to let it fall.
 
Lol. Thanks, babe. You're not so bad yourself! :devil:

Oh now you're overcomplimenting moi, I only added ONE lousy poem compared to everyone else's. If only I hadn't thrown away all my old school books for English at High School, I'd be plagiarising myself right about now! :D
 
Oh now you're overcomplimenting moi, I only added ONE lousy poem compared to everyone else's. If only I hadn't thrown away all my old school books for English at High School, I'd be plagiarising myself right about now! :D

I was talking about you! Lol.
 
War pt II

Rule 1
You don't talk about fight club.
Rule number 2,
If you do,
Expect to get drug
But, cause you like it rough
Proclaiming to be a tough bitch
Let me me switch quick
And with this fork
I'm bout to pitch you.
Knocked over the head
Fist holding hair tightly
Struggle mightily
But this will last the whole nighty.
It's highly likely
You won't leave the way you came
Cause once you cum with me
You'll never be the same.
Over in the dark side
The ride gets kind of bumpy
Black and blue bodies
All scarred up and lumpy.
War in the bedroom with many casualties
Little deaths becoming more like
Brutal fatalities.
Horns coming out, screams, wailing like a Banshee
You asked to be tortured
Don't even consider leaving.

Feeling queasy, muscles burning, stomach churning
Fighting desperately
No surrender,
Your submission
Is what I'm intent on earning.
You not being easy
Juices flying, grinding on me
Sticky, my members twitching
Lust itching
Consuming soldiers.
Pressing forward, digging holes
Claiming new territory.
Something past horny is consuming
Like bodysnatchers.
I'm a bold scrapper.
Your body is what I'm after
Blasting through your defenses
Assaulting all of your senses
Tasting, teasing, and taming
Maiming, renaming, claiming
Then once I plant my flag in your soil
I'm owner.
This war is over.
 
I was talking about you! Lol.

Oh! Oops! :eek: Nah, it's just lil old me. Anyway, catch ya later...I gotta go bounce and climb a pole. Wish me luck, it's been four weeks since I last did...it's gonna hurt like a biatch but will be definitely worth it.

Now go rock some poetic like-minded people's mind. :)
 
Oh! Oops! :eek: Nah, it's just lil old me. Anyway, catch ya later...I gotta go bounce and climb a pole. Wish me luck, it's been four weeks since I last did...it's gonna hurt like a biatch but will be definitely worth it.

Now go rock some poetic like-minded people's mind. :)

Wait....climb a pole? Uhm...pics? Vids? Oh damn!
 
sitting here all alone
can only think of home
stare at the walls
wondering if faith will fall...

Pieces written by soldiers always get me... You can feel the emotion in them! Theraputic as well, I would imagine... Thanks for posting this! :heart:
 
BMF, loved the first one you posted today! Beautiful and gives hope to women that have been burned... There are still a few good guys around... ;)
 
This is not your typical... 'pretty' poetry, but you wanted limericks, limericks you will get, handsome. :)

In a beach house beside a Great Lake
Nat and Kendra some lovin' did make,
They loved long and loved hard
til that cabin they jarred,
causing quite a formidable wake

And when they were done, she did sigh
for her Nat was a hell of a guy.
He looked at her and grinned,
as her hands he held pinned
and her legs he pushed wide with his thighs (oh my)

The papers the very next day,
spoke of the water's tremendous, high-spray
Nat lay there quite smug,
with a smile on his mug,
cuz he never does nothin' halfway
 
This is not your typical... 'pretty' poetry, but you wanted limericks, limericks you will get, handsome. :)

In a beach house beside a Great Lake
Nat and Kendra some lovin' did make,
They loved long and loved hard
til that cabin they jarred,
causing quite a formidable wake

And when they were done, she did sigh
for her Nat was a hell of a guy.
He looked at her and grinned,
as her hands he held pinned
and her legs he pushed wide with his thighs (oh my)

The papers the very next day,
spoke of the water's tremendous, high-spray
Nat lay there quite smug,
with a smile on his mug,
cuz he never does nothin' halfway

Yaaaaaaaayyyy!!!! I love it! Damn Nat! Lol! Ok, Kendra, which corner of the suite do you want? I'm booking you solid.
 
Yaaaaaaaayyyy!!!! I love it! Damn Nat! Lol! Ok, Kendra, which corner of the suite do you want? I'm booking you solid.

I want the dark corner, with candles as the only light.

If there should be a couch with a highish back, that'd be good (I'm tall :p)
 
I want the dark corner, with candles as the only light.

If there should be a couch with a highish back, that'd be good (I'm tall :p)

Done. I just ordered the couch. Should be here tomorrow! Welcome, sweetheart. Make yourself at home!
 
A little poem to me from Nat ~

She says that I'm hateful,
Sometimes, I have to agree;
Other times I'm simply awful,
Who knows to what degree?
She claims that I'm frustrating,
Although I don't know why,
But then when she's contemplating
With her most wistful sigh,
That I'm just a silly man,
I admit that's how I began --
I laugh and say, "Yes Ma'am
For you, I most certainly am."

No, ‘twas not her striking beauty that set
My pulse a-racing, though pretty she most
Surely is, a fairness to not forget;
Nor was it her lilting laugh with the boast
Of enduring gladness at its utmost,
That won this hardened heart long since thought dead;
Though soft smile and sparkled eyes might be host
To peerless charms such that Daphne instead
May be in our midst, let it not be said
She so seduced one bereft of life’s joys;
Without more she proposed new life ahead,
Her pure kindness given without request,
Tis with which I now find myself so blessed….



(xxii-x-2008)


and one of his sonnets for m, I have a beautiful blank book in which he writes these in his own hand, for me.

While she is away, all in life is misplaced,
The winds’ breezes wane, the hours’ minutes are erased;
Colors lose their brightness, the birds’ singing dissonant,
All dull and flat awaiting their constant;
The seas lack that normal ebb and flow,
Their moon not in concert with the waves below,
Senses feel and react with apparent boredom,
The nerves in her absence rendered too numb;
As time passes and her return draws near,
The world’s axis is righted and made more sincere;
When we are apart my heart breaks in two,
Seeking her love, deep and true,
But when she returns the world is put right,
My life, my love, my air, my light….


and another


I have no special gift to offer thee,
No riches or jewels for recompense,
Nor landed estates will you get from me;
Fair ransom I need obtain, I know not whence,
This exchange to make, receipt in equal sense;
Yet were I asked to divest all I owned
To live with thee e'er, from this day hence,
'Tis sure my response be loudly intoned,
My actions, accept'd, widely condoned,
Since all the world's baubles hold for me naught,
Life's trappings would be easily disowned,
To barter for a love so richly sought;
Come, lady, join with mine thy winsome hand,
That we may be off to our chosen land.



(xxiii-ix-2008)


:D
 
That stuff is genius!! Please tell Nat, from me, that those sonnets are the real deal. I love reading them. I enjoyed those immensely. He can state your corner, but no funny stuff...ok...some, but not all the time. Damn.:D
 
That stuff is genius!! Please tell Nat, from me, that those sonnets are the real deal. I love reading them. I enjoyed those immensely. He can state your corner, but no funny stuff...ok...some, but not all the time. Damn.:D

Thanks, BMF.

I'm manipulative that way...:rolleyes::)...or so it's been said...:rolleyes:
 
I just wanted to stop by and say I love your thread, BMF. The performances have been wonderful. It took a while to enjoy them all but...*whew*...fantastic stuff! :rose:
 
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