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Status: Single
Age: 31
Sign: Aquarius

City: FALL RIVER
State: MASSACHUSETTS
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/5/2006

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Thursday, December 03, 2009 

Current mood:  enlightened
Category: Writing and Poetry
           *** GYPSY WOMAN ***

          Her energy is fire. Her Soul speaks of desire.
          Her passion is explosive.
          Her beauty unveiled.
          In heavenly bliss I'm wishing upon her return.
          She who stands empowered,enchanted.
          The High Priestess who's captured the hearts and souls
          of the world.
          Her power is to inspire for us to rise higher.
          Her will is wise and nurturing.
          Gypsy heart be it her song, enlightens her with magic.
          Her visionary style captures the trendsetting evolution.
          Dancing the world of spirit at her feet.
          Her serpent style touches upon us all intuitively.
          Her voice sings like an angel in the night.
          Her spotlight reflected in the Moonlight.
          Moon Goddess who dares to believe,
          it is her whom I envision as one.
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Wednesday, December 02, 2009 

Current mood:  cynical
Category: Writing and Poetry
                    COLDNESS TO THE BITTER END.

                    It ends tonight there is nothing left to defend;
                    Just a broken heart to mend.
                    Her voice unspoken  I'm spoken for.
                    I know the answer nothing will grow from it..
                    Tommorow I move on.
                    How may I rise above it?
                    It is no longer wise to fall in love.
                    The danger I put myself in.
                    Her forbidden sins know no limits;
                    I myself am limited,timid,she intimidates me.
                    She is born free naked under the tree of
                    temptation.
                    I wrote proses for her;She chose to ignore me;
                    Romance bores her;
                    She will dance with whomever is willing to pay.
                    The romantic art of poetry doesn't mean a
                    whole lot.
                     The words I say are my heart and soul.
                    My role of playing the romantic fool is what I do.
                    Nothing is understood
                    good guys are born to lose.
                    Mourn in despair it cannot be repaired;
                    Must it be this way?
                    Is there a day worth living for?
                    Worth believing in?
                    I'm almost ready to count myself out;
                    There is everything to doubt.
                    Please almighty higher power bring me some 
                    release.
                    I propose this is my purpose,
                    I'm meant to write the blues.
                    Therefore I cannot past judgement;
                    It is all meant to be.
                    No matter how I try to rationalize it;
                    It is realized there is the heart which mourns her.
                    Most of the poetry is born out of despair.
                    I'm realistic to the times 
                    the people are materialistic.
                    It is all being laid to rest in what is being said;
                    She is still a working maid taking his orders.
                    Conformity keeps people at bay;
                    They've us asleep,The wound cuts deep;
                    I can see it all decaying from within.
                    Karma will answer these unspoken sins.
                    The broken heart is the man who is nailed to the
                    cross.
                    Society has failed its' spiritual obligation.
                    This culture has matured in its' decadent time;
                    Molded in the image of the old business man.
                    The hair is cut short in business like fascism.
                     The realism is the puritism;
                     It's a simple observation.
                     Intuition gives me the truth;
                     Therefore I do believe as I hear the voice
                     of spirit calling out.
                     The truth is my path which I'm seeking.
                     The choices we make create our reality.
                     Beauty I cannot lose sight of.
                     Enlighten me with spiritual thought.
                     This is all I am and will be,
                     Communion with the soul.
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009 

Current mood:  quiet
Category: Writing and Poetry
JESUS

Wise teacher,
Is there anyway we may rise above this?
With love I've prevailed.
With the lack of love I've failed.
The attack to power the King is empowered.
History tells his story of dominance.
His role is selfish.
The mole is disguised as the voice of ego.
With freewill being the choice of mankind
he chooses not to serve humankind.
He gives little to the poor,
there is no door of opportunity.
Beauty it seems is a dream that cannot be believed.
We've been deceived into believing the hypocrisy of religion.
Wealth must be spread for the health of mankind.
The deed of love is to give and receive not to deceive.
The dove's nature is to fly as it is yours.
It's the mature way of spirit to seek knowledge
and acknowledge love as the source of true power.
The resourcefulness of it is abundant.
With the power to love we are bound to be blessed.
Dare to love and you shall find your empowerment.
The intuitive mind is your guide.
Our primitive nature enables us to be intuitive;It's instinctive.
It is naive to believe in the hypocrites who are after your money.
There are no definitive answers.
The searching begins in the cave of your heart.
Our destructive nature is immature.
How much more will the earth endure?
Her love is pure, I was born from her womb.
Duality is within us all.
I believe we're destined to fall.
Maybe we've not evolved enough to understand.
There is the beauty and simplicity  of it when you're tuned in.
Their demands are misguided.
They want to take it all.
The fallen human race embraces the voice of ego over spirit.
Rejoice my brothers & sisters,
Love is a choice.
Open your heart the abundance of heaven is seen here on earth.
Education for the sake of evolution needs to be reevaluated.
The people are putting more value on material possessions over
one another.
Therein is what it is to be possessed.
Walk among as a lover.
The infussion of passion is to be desired.
Each one of us is here to discover our higher self.
Let your soul preach wisdom.
Teach the message of the heart.
The kingdom is your freedom to salvation.
The intuitive mind is our ability to create as creators.
I speak of unity.
Beauty that is the passion of the soul.
Yin/Yang,
Male/Female,
The equality of the human race.
Stare into every face and it will cast a reflection of yourself.
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Monday, November 30, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
She came to me as an angelic vision.
The passion was there from the very beginning.
What was lying dormant became euphoric.
She sparked the fire that ignited my burning desire
I'm feeling inside which I could no longer hide.
The revelations have got to be heard which they will
dismiss as weird.
The dark nature of the soul is the human condition.
The darkness of religion being born in blood;
Adorn in hooded robes.
The black man falls submissive in slavery.
These visions of Tiffany I cannot stop conjuring in my mind.
Binded in chains,blinded by the light!
The night calls me forth;
I wake with a hunger that will intoxicate my soul.
Release me from this cage I'm a captive animal
with primitive instincts.
She moves in on him so seductively purring like a cat.
Her feline movement is her natural way of being.
He falls under her spell;
He will tell you without regret that he would do it all over again.
It cannot be recovered the lover is left wounded.
It's over with her.
There are other angels being called upon.
A possesion has taken over them.
The demonic structure is being laid out.
It is being instructed by dying old men.
She is the maid being paid to drink the champagne with him.
The deviants are being called upon in the garden of edan.
The arteries are hardened;
Death it must be for the earth to renew itself.
The sacred ground being wounded by the very voice of the human self;
I've ventured my way out of the norm;
Heave the warning the storms are upon us.
The people who are conformed have had their opinions formed;
Therein is the danger of the endangered species.
I came to her as a stranger in a most unusual strange way of events;
She is heavensent!
My kiss is my devotion;
The mourning heart needs to miss her;
It is my calling to you,Tiffany!
This chemical reaction which I'm feeling so strongly
could ignite an alchemical reunion.
It will be in the nightfall when the sight of her reappears.
May she hear my poems,prayers,and invocations calling out to her.
The dark nature of my soul is why I'm unable to cure myself.
There are those who have wept in the depths of despair,
knowing what is shown seems beyond repair.
I've been blessed in these Goddess like visions of Tiffany.
This epiphany of Tiffany keeps me asleep in isolation.
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009 

Current mood:  angry
Category: Writing and Poetry
The end is upon us;
Yes! I can only hope;
When you know it cannot be defended.
When you know that you must die for the heart to mend.
I'm offended by them all;
They have no appreciation for the type of art that speaks
the truth.
Their religion shows no evolution for the human race.
Man and Woman one is as ugly as the other;
Their boldface kiss serves only the deal;
Their faces begin to look all the same.
The names have no noble purpose;
There is always the pitch of the sale to propose.
The rose of romance can be paid with a dance.
Let it be laid to rest,the sooner the better.
The letter sent isn't authorized to be read.
The deeds are done dirty;
Apathy for humankind is blood painted on the canvas.
The floods are upon us so it is meant to be.
The mass who are so eager to follow;
The shallow world of cell phones with nothing being heard.
You've all been exposed!
It tells itself for what it is....The almighty self!
Pay homage to it on this grand stage;
The script I dare say is a farce;
All taken so literally these Biblical pages.
My rage I'm feeling so despairingly,
I'm wishing for the end of the world.
It will come,It is inevitable!
With the cards widespread on the table.
The tabloid stupidity of a newscast
that has lost its' credibility;
We the people have lost our ability to think for ourselves.
A ghost I am, A ghost I shall be once again;
Haunted by the lost unheard call of love.
The fall I can understand;
The broken man is to remain unspoken.
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Sunday, August 02, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Like a fallen star wished upon a dream we are.
The tragic tale of love and death be it told
so each who hears bless the reunion of souls
inevitable destined to be.
A love song plays itself out the beat of one heartbeat.
The language of the heart we know as love recorded
in the heavens 'tis their song be heard'.
I've died for you time and time again
yet I always come back.
How far were we ever apart,
How far are we now?
Oh Sleeping Beauty!
Like a fallen star wished upon a dream we are.
How far were we ever apart, how far are we now.
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Friday, July 31, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
I must come alive,
feeling your beautiful skin gives me pleasure,
someone to hold and treasure.
It's all about desire,
from her head to her feet such sweetness to touch upon.
Her beauty inspires me,
just what I needed for my poems to be written and read.
I'm coming back from the dead.
The blood flows recharged in a rhythmic pulse of life.
Her lovely face glows like an angel in sight.
May the night unveil her to my dreams.
With a tear in my eye and fear inside may it be whispered in your ear.
Hurtful pride of being cast aside.
Embracing pain for it is something to feel.
Peel it away ever so slowly,
fly where you wish to be.
Dance with me as I sleep,
awake the senses to a melodic vibration of sound.
Awakened from the coma state.
The Kingdom shines down on me once again.
Take my hunger and feed it this is my need.
I'm grateful for your good deed.
Passion is my survival.
Revive me, give me back life, sing your angelic song.

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Saturday, July 11, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
The taste of her I recall was the sweetest.
Her beauty had me at her feet.
Wishing to discover what her eyes were saying yes to.
Until we meet again,
My heartbeat calls out your name.
If I could go from rags to riches,
and preach what I've written.
Everyday I'ld fall deeper in love with her.
Living in poverty gives me the creative clarity I need.
I do know I could create beauty in prosperity.
In a world meant to be without pity.
Judgement is passed when the mind is conditioned to be.
I find my way back to her everytime I stare into her eyes.
The preacher is calling it sin.
The teacher gives instructions to the young;
They're the next generation of fools following the rules
taught in schools.
Everyone seems occupied caught up in sports.
Fear is being reported on the evening news.
The voice whispers, "What will they resort to next.?"
Men shaking hands negotiating the deal.
In a single instant they're ready to steal your check.
It's not underhanded.
It's just business.
We're here to bless ourselves.
The egocentric voice takes over.
The eccentric lover is left to die.
Even in my human form I  wish for the game to be over.
How could this be?
Seeing what humankind shows for itself.
Money & Power must rule over us.
I discover something more when I'm down on my knees for her.
Everything is blown way out of proportion,
We live in fear,
Tears in my eyes when I'm not near her.
Uncovering false lies in the ancient symbolic language.
Erotic worship that I'm so passionate for.
There is much static in the airwaves,
I'm there so I can disect it.
This isn't what I'ld call evolution;
It's a distortment of polluted thoughts.
The battle is fought with myself continuously.
Nothing I see being put out is shedding any meaning.
There is little use for it in the modern world.
The man is still hiding behind the hood.
If the heart isn't willing to open up then disease does manifest itself.
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Saturday, July 04, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
ANGELINA
  
She's the gothic Queen of the tower.
In her uniqueness she finds her power.
There is a religion that speaks of embracing
the feminine face of God.
The reflection of her face is cast in the Moonlight.
The weather forecast shows she is beyond the control of men.
We know there is a truth that we just cannot live up to.
The path in which he told us is the promise land here on earth.
In nature it is observed seeing everything break down.
His actions are extremely selfish and deep in greed.
The reaction of global warming is our reality that we've created.
Evolution works in mysterious ways is it just meant to be?
The creation of it all painted a magnificent masterpiece
which we've been blessed upon to take part in as creators ourselves.
My devotion is in the beauty of such inspiration and creativity.
I touch upon it again as observation meets intuition.
It is through the sacred heart that will bring about
the manifestation of such evolution.
Mother earth delivers life,death and rebirth.
We cannot play well with others as segregation keeps us at bay.
Education will have you memorizing the battle dates.
Why are we not educated enough to keep peace?
It appears we are asleep.
We hear what they tell us to hear.
They have us living in fear.
the ocean waters are very deep.
It is her lost I mourn.
The ghost of her must be called upon.
The cost of living is overpriced.
Mankind rules by deceiving.
I walk with no direction.
Education controls the information.
I do what I'm passionate about.
Reflecting upon her beauty brings about art,
that which touches the human soul, the ruptured heart.
Hear me as I declare my love.
I'm in your service.
Ego & Greed does the worst kind of disservice.
All I need is love.
The world feeds us ignorance.
I'm watching her dance in the Moonlight.
My desire to move closer to her is never ending.
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Wednesday, July 01, 2009 

Current mood:  energetic
Category: Writing and Poetry
FLY WITH MY LOVE
Love is my power;
I take flight in my love;
I am love,
I am the night,
Death I am,
A crow flying in the night;
Moon,Stars,My place of sanctuary;
Trees whisper so hauntingly beautiful;
Music dances my soul;
Primitive desires hear me howl;
A wandering spirit;
I lay myself down to sleep;
Into the realm of spirit-Traveling;
Love has found us,freedom,
The heart has spoken.
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