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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.
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.
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.
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?
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!
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...
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.