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Last Updated: 11/17/2009

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Age: 65
Sign: Taurus

City: NEW YORK
State: New York
Country: US
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Monday, December 28, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Despise them not

That in the old....

Fires still burn....

In skin that’s cold,....

Though cobwebs lodge....

About their eyes....

Lust still burns....

Though scorned, disprized;....

An old man looks....

On beauty’s form....

As though with age....

He’s not deformed....

As if he were....

Some youthful gallant....

Still possessed....

Of Ovid’s talent....

To disrobe a maiden, fears allayed, ....

Though his bald head

Is whisped with gray;....

He that barely lifts a leg,....

Will totter, kneel, and crassly beg, ....

For the favor of a maiden ....

Though his eyes and teeth are leaden;....

And in a woman,....

An old crone hag,....

Though her body parts have sagged, ....

Yet there remains that dulcet pain ....

To cup the parts of some young swain;....

Thus, while they’re wheeled into the dark ....

There still remains that vital spark, ....

That signifies that life prevails ....

As all their body systems fail.....

 ....

 ....

2:42 PM 
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Monday, December 28, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The devils that besiege your soul
Have left their scars in weighted toll;
But what has been their sum of good,
You question still, as well you should;
The purpose of men and women kind
Is that their work leave good behind;
A word, a gift to ease the lot
Of those whose life was ill-begot;
Your purpose is to ease the pain
Of those who live and will remain
After you have long departed;
False-tested-soul and broken-hearted;
So while there's life in you go love,
And pardon this, my gentle shove.
1:09 PM 
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Monday, December 28, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I'd rather give a book of verse
Wherein my love is oft' rehearsed;
In hope her smile, so soft, refined,
Persists forever in my lines;

To cut a rose that's in full bloom,
To place it in some curtained room,
Converts itself to signify
That Beauty like our love will die.

That Beauty like our love with fade
That Death shall sweep her in its shade,
Pale feeble efforts in my lines
To preserve a flower deserved divine
12:45 PM 
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Monday, December 28, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The old no wiser
Than the young,
They never learn
Though Kingdom come;
They stay the same
They just don't budge
They're still insane
Although they're judged;
There is no sudden
Revelation,
A new awareness, 
A hesitation,
A sudden conscious
Elevation,
A reordering of
All expectations;
The young get old
Remaining dumb,
They live their lives
And then they're done;
They mark the passing
Of the sun,
No wiser than
When they were young.
12:41 PM 
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Sunday, December 27, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
I look into your Spanish eyes
And see an Angel's grace;
Sad eyes that never compromise,
A hood of Flemish lace;
How kind you are to sit my side
As I gasp and fade away,
I'm drained of all but my pride
As darkness claims the day;
Bring candles with their flames of gold
To counteract the night,
Their feeble warmth restrains the cold,
Your shadow in my sight;
Another hour of ebbing power
To feel your hand in mine,
I squeeze the petals of a flower,
You bloom as I decline.
6:03 PM 
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Sunday, December 27, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

A naked body of glistening bronze,
A sweating tablet to write upon,
He touches points of her breasts,
Ochre yellow and swirls the crests;
Her almond eyes, black, outlined,
Her back is arched, her head inclined;
He connects the stars of her hips,
He slips his hand down to her lips,
The focal lines of her loins
Radiate and there are joined;
On the steps of Qxzipattel
The solemn Priest extends his rattle
And calls the Gods to their feast,
The bloody sun breaks in the East;
The azure sky a mounting blue,
A verdant green carpets the view,
Eusthacia's lays upon the altar
The sacrifice of Chaac's daughter.
5:56 PM 
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Sunday, December 27, 2009 

Category: Web, HTML, Tech

You buy me with
Your bubbling praise,
You lengthen all
My silent days,
You make me feel
So less alone;
I've become important
To you well-known.
5:51 PM 
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Sunday, December 27, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Reject me not
Because I'm fair
My beauty native born,
Nor for that rightful symmetry,
The perfection of my form;
Reject me not
For the grace
By which my body moves,
That I don't stumble
In the race
So my caution proves;
Reject me not
For my charm
That seduces as a wile,
There is no practice
In my words,
No cunning in my guile;
But take me as
My sum of parts
Which seeks not competition,
If I am one to stir your heart,
My aim is not sedition.
5:43 PM 
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Sunday, December 27, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

She wounds me with
An absent kiss,
False fawning on a child,
To remind of
All that I miss,
So clever in her guile.
5:41 PM 
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Saturday, December 26, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

You kindly left the sun to rise,
The birds to sing at dawn,
Imagine my complete surprise
After you had gone;
The sun rose in the East
To a chorusing of songs,
The world was still a feast
Though I was left forlorn.
11:25 AM 
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Saturday, December 26, 2009 

I find it awkward
That you insist
That I dangle
By my wrists,
Or by my heels
Held upside down,
My pleasured smile
A sportive frown;
Swinging on your gilded rings,
Suspended in the air,
I find the love that you bring
A hit or miss affair;
I'm like a smiling acrobat
On a high trapeez,
At least for sure I won't get fat
Hanging by my knees.
11:22 AM 
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Saturday, December 26, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

The moon rose over
Moose Head Lake,
The conifers did sway and shake,
The towers of the tall tree tops
Cast shadows on the silvered rocks;
And I, alone, without your hand,
Our love at end, a married man.
11:20 AM 
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Friday, December 25, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
I think of this
Obscure man,
His life cut short 
Of mortal span,
Who only had
Three years to preach
What he felt he had to teach;
Shamed and flayed by barbed wire whips,
Scorned, betrayed, and forced to strip;
A man whose voice was scarcely heard,
Who didn't write a single word;
A criminal nailed to a cross;
His garmets won in one dice toss;
And yet we celebrate his birth, 
This man who briefly walked the earth,
Obscure two thousand years ago,
We praise his name, and quest to know.













11:06 PM 
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Friday, December 25, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
I was ashes
Merely embers;
Exhausted by a futile fight
With a dissembler;
Growing old in coffee shops
In cold December;
At the cross bench sat
A wild exotic flower
A tempesta ..
Of fierce pastel power;
A white virgin
Desperate to be deflowered,
In a rainforest stood
Her dingy tenement tower;
Tired of reasons
I abandonned reason;
I forgot my soul
And committed treason;
Warmed myself by her burning fire
Because I was freezing;
Can you tame a hurricaine?
In my arrogance I tried;
Ate her mother's dry porkchops fried,
In her madness I saw pride;
Worst of all to myself I lied;
There was no happy ending,
Her wild soul found everything offending,
A waste of time in a spree of useless spending;
Life did not settled but ended up upending.



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Friday, December 25, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

She listless lay upon my bed,
I think her name was Ruth,
A body that my lust had fed,
Exploring her for truth;
I asked her was she satisfied,
Had she shared my pleasure,
My opinion wasn't ratified,
She demured upon the measure;
The next day on the campus lawn
I was introduced to Larry
On me then did it quickly dawn,
He was the one she'd marry;
This handsome man she introduced
Seemed so innocent,
His fiancee I had seduced,
She smiled in reticence.
11:20 AM 
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