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Last Updated: 3/30/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 65
Sign: Taurus

City: NEW YORK
State: New York
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/7/2007

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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
When making love
To a bully,
There's one way
Not to end up sullied;
When making love ...
Shadow box,
That way you'll
Avoid the pox,
Or if he bites,
Maybe rabies,
Skin to skin
Can drive you crazy.
12:41 PM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

It's all your fault,
About that door,
I became unhinged,
You made me sore;
There's one thing men
Do abhor,
Being called a mutton
And a boor;
It seems
We've had this 
Talk before,
You always try
To get my goat,
You call me cold
And remote;
You make me act
Headstrong and rash,
(That time I broke
The window sash!);
I think I'd get
Some relief,
If you kept
Your references
To beef.
12:14 PM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

How odd that lovers
Become estranged;
What lust and passion
Have we ranged?
What dreams advanced
On the road of life,
When we became
Both Man & Wife;
What care and caution
Exercised
Bearing children
That we prized;
And now they exist
Battered and deranged
As pawns of hate;
How odd, how strange.
12:11 PM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Ah, truly lovers
Are all blind!
You confuse the seed
With the rind;
You label defects
As "divine,"
And pledge
To plunge
with him.
Sublime!
"... when we fall
...let's fall ...
entwined."
Really Madame!
Have you lost your mind?
12:09 PM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Really Madame,
You ask a lot
For your Quarter
In the slot.
I distill my grief
To heal your soul?
Am I some root
Soaked in a bowl?
Some chicken claw, 
Some dried snap dragon,
Some eye of newt
Oiled in a flagon?
This really makes me
Skip a fret;
You download free
On the Internet!
12:05 PM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The problem with
The sun in Autumn
It dazzles as
A dose of laudnum
Warming with
A blazing glow
That doesn't heat
For all its show;
For glory find
Your mate in Spring
When flowers
Blossom
Summoning
All to dance
The leap of life
When Sun and Moon
Shine with delight...
12:03 PM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Why do you test
An old man's faith, 
A pregnant woman's,
A homeless waith's;
Surely you're not
Fed on pride,
Testing those
You so deprive,
Like some Emperor,
Tsar or King,
Requiring proof
In offerings.
11:59 AM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The Warden has
A sense of humor;
I knew of you
Through only rumor;
And here you are
Within my cell;
Serving life,
In double Hell;
The man who led
My wife astray,
Sleeps on a bed
Three steps away;
The man who sold her
Drugs and more,
Who lured her from
Her family's door;
I must study
Night and day,
I stare at you,
You turn away;
On the threshold
Of my cell,
You hesitated,
Yes, here you'll dwell;
Here within 
My six foot grasp,
Will you answer
What I ask?
When your hands
Were on her throat,
Did she look
With eyes remote,
Defeated and 
Accepting death
As she gasped
For her last breath;
Of did she struggle,
Squirm and fight,
Awakened by her
Last insight,
That you were sick,
A ruthless man,
A wolf to her,
And she a lamb;
Not a word
Have I said;
I watch you lying
On your bed;
When she left
My life declined,
And here you are,
Now vengence's mine.
11:55 AM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

He smiles,
He grins,
Thoughts inchoate;
He laughs at sins,
Procrastinates;
He doesn't have
His life together,
His thoughts
Are airy as
A feather;
He is a man,
A boy, a child,
And all the while
He smiles and smiles.
11:53 AM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Now that I've
Achieved some fame;
Now that people
Know my name;
I will require
Devout respect;
A flurry shown
At my aspect;
I'm still the person
That I was;
Such foolishness,
All this buzz;
I'm just as witty
And oh so clever,
Just as giddy
At each endeavour;
I specially want
My fans to know
That it's not been easy,
Two daily shows;
I've sung my heart out
To the crowds,
I have a right
To be proud,
Dare I say
A right to be haugnty?
And forgiveness shown
When I've been naughty;
Now that I'm a Superstar,
I can look back,
I've come so far!
11:49 AM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Let me enjoy
This pain-free moment,
Please lie still
Don't try to comment;
How fresh the world
Rushing in,
What ease of breath,
A mulligan!
What joy to be
Unparalized,
What freedom
Ranged,
What life
So prized;
But there it goes
This little moment;
Now I'm froze,
You had to comment!
11:45 AM 
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Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

When dormant fears
Shake my mind
And my past
Wells up behind,
Infusing me with
Dread and sorrow,
And death looms
Darkly on the morrow;
Discount my ravings,
And what I say,
I have no God
To whom to pray;
On the threshold
Of the abyss,
That endless dark
Of emptiness;
Forgive my fragile
Bitter mind,
Discount the poisons
That you find;
And feel not helpless
In my madness,
Fault not yourself
Nor dwell in sadness;
For as I spiral
And decline,
I fix on
You
My spark divine.
11:41 AM 
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Thursday, July 09, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Memo From the Vice-President of Human Resources:

To all you birdies
On the fence:
Please sit still;
Firing will
Commence;
Don't give us trouble
When you die,
We will collect you
Where you lie;
No leaping up
Within the sky;
No prison breaks
Should be tried;
All flights to freedom
Will be aborted;
And if you try
You'll be reported;
It will be noted
In your file;
Have the grace
To die with style.
12:05 PM 
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Thursday, July 09, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I misperceived
Your ghostly silence,
Mistaking it
For self-reliance;
You hate it when
I pin you down,
You mock my questions,
With a frown;
But then you break
The silient spell
And then your voice
Soon dispells
The illusions
That I have constructed
Of your soul,
So false deducted;
Revealing you
Of narrow mind,
So bitter, cruel
And so unkind;
It breaks my heart
And makes me gasp;
Once more I take
Myself to task;
For your answers,
So you unmask,
It makes me question
Why I asked.
12:01 PM 
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Thursday, July 09, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I could have wasted 
My time on spying,
(Of this fact 
There's no denying)
But instead I chose 
To survey my soul;
And to let the dice fall 
Where they roll.
11:58 AM 
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