Trust..
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Posted:Aug 7, 2009 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2010 12:45 pm 4310 Views
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Reliance and confidence in truth
Is the meaning of trust,
So why can something this strong
Be overcome by lust?
A strong desire for sexual satisfaction
Is the meaning of lust,
So why can something so sinful
Conquer the purity of trust?
Penman.
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A Kiss...
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Posted:Aug 4, 2009 1:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 29, 2010 9:27 am 4187 Views
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A kiss .... A hold
A stroke of love,
A soft embrace
A moist seal
A sensual bond
A locked promise of passion
A feeling
A touch
A shared soul,
Two heartbeats sharing an inner touch,
An affection
Love etched to a loved ones heart
A connection to the inner soul of love
One hasn't really loved until they have loved with their heart and soul, I believe each kiss should say so. 
Penman
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Why?...
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Posted:Aug 2, 2009 1:25 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2009 5:50 am 4307 Views
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Why Is it?
That all you need
Walks through and
Leaves Footprints that
You can never follow?
Why Is it?
That so many
Are oblivious to the
Emotions of the World?
Why is it?
That the only regrets
One has,are the ones
That taught you a lesson?
Why is it?
That one destroys another
Through actions and asks
for forgiveness through words?
Why?
Remember the legacy we leave behind, dwells within the hearts and minds of those whose lives we touch. Make sure your touch doesn't
leave a bruise.
Love a person for what they think and who they are ¨Don't love them for who you think they should or could be.
Penman.
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Nothing lasts forever..
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Posted:Jul 28, 2009 1:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2009 5:52 am 4348 Views
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A Love So Warm
A Love So Soft
A Love So Tender You Never Want It To Stop.
A Love That Will Not Last
A Love That Will Leave A Mark
A love That will Surely Leave a Painful Past.
A Love So Pure
A Love So Sure
A Love So Perfect You Don't Want Anything More.
A love that will end in Tears
A love that will rip you apart
A Love That Will Leave Nothing But A Broken Heart.
Why is it that a good thing never Lasts Forever ??
It hurts like hell... to a point where you just want to give up. i heard this quote in a song and it helped me out a little "I never said life was easy or that all in love is fair, but if you look inside your heart, youll find the answer waiting there"
All things have their time and place I guess. Love is not a possession. A person's heart and their emotions cannot be owned. If someone stops loving you, it doesn't mean that you are no longer worthy of being loved, or incapable of loving again. Yes, it hurts. BADLY. Be kind to yourself. Love will find you. That's is what all my friends say. I hope it does anyway.
Penman.
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Sorceresses' Kiss.
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Posted:Jul 15, 2009 11:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2009 5:12 pm 3839 Views
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She was the unknown darkness, my "silken veil" of night,
the dream I wrapped around myself, to which I held on tight.
She was the invisible backdrop, that caused the stars to shine.
She captured a place within my heart and claimed that she was mine.
I held her spirit in my soul. I felt her unseen touch.
I knew that I had need of this, I just didn't know how much.
She was there, and yet, she wasn't. She was inside and all around.
I was cloaked in a whispered breath, when I laid my body, down.
She became my craven desire. It was both love, and lust:
a demand for satisfaction, that was born of sacred trust.
It was nothing short of sorcery, that held my heart in thrall.
She knew the perfect words to say, and just how far I'd fall.
And fall, I did...
into a pool, of pleasure driven lies.
I neither sank nor swam. I merely closed my eyes.
Blissful in my ignorance, I dream't of loves creation.
What stunning discovery. It was nothing but imagination.
Shame on me, for being fooled. It's sad, but true, to say,
that I was ripe for the picking. I was such an easy prey.
Truth is the mortal enemy, of a provocative deceiver.
I was caught in the brilliant web, of a masterful Dream Weaver.
I have no valid excuse, for giving in, to a sorceresses' kiss.
Dreams are but illusions, that disappear in the morning mist.
But I find, my life is better still, in spite of all the heartache.
I've finally learned my lesson, and I'll carry it, all my years.
It's not what a person says to you, or even what they write,
that makes them what they are. This blog is my fight
to stand in self defense, and hold my head up high.
giving warning to all others, who would read their dreams, and sigh.
Be sure you always look behind the patina of appearance,
before you open up your heart, and give a soul, it's clearance.
Actions speak louder than words. They are the only true measure,
of a person's intentions and worth, and determines if they, are a treasure.
Penman
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