Eros and Viggo

All I have leftAll I Have LeftAll I have left
All I have is this little red ball Bounced it for seven days against the wall No games to play, no food to eat The nice man who gave it to me now lies under a sheet Some people picked me up from the roof I was on Mama threw me up there, then the water came and she was gone. Now I’m down here alone with this great big crowd Made it all by myself, “Wouldn’t Mama be proud” We don’t go to school, we’ve got nothing to drink I’ve got nothing to do but to sit here and think Did they forget about us, do they think we got out Everywhere there are people who


A Dream of YouWhat are you thinking I always wonder Only you hear the music in the thunder You would stand waiting in the pouring rainA Dream of You
Believing that it will cleanse you of your pain The words of your life spread across pages With wisdom past down from the ages Keeping a perspective of what is real Tell me please What do you feel? Bringing canvas to life with your gentle stroke Do you know the images you yourself invoke Proud man with a heart so wild Yet with all the wonder of a child Infused with virility and so many charms I find myself nestled within your arms And with


My LoveMy love is elusive and so hard to find Yet I constantly see him here in my mind Walk down by the river if that is your wish He may have gone there to think and to fish You could stroll through the woods if that is your habit You might find him by a campfire dining on roast rabbit. He’ll go into the forest so dark and so deep For a little tranquility and maybe some sleep Have you been to the desert where the wild wind blows? You’ll find my love running, free of his clothes He might be a cowboy riding a painted mustang Or he could be a pirate on the Spanish Maine A salesmanMy Love


IndecisionDo you wake up to the morning, To face a brand new day, Excited by the daylight, or do you turn the other way, Do you reach for rose coloured glasses, to add to Love's new sheen. Or do you wonder where the zest went in the grey of in between, Does the daylight warm you, or is it unrelenting, Yearn for some excitement,Indecision
then find yourself repenting, Do the days drag by so tamely,
or your heart pound with the pace, unpredictability spicing up the race, Does love feel like a safe


ChangeBalanced on a knife edge, hovering in time, Words with which we injure, a slashing razored rhyme, Like Jigsaw pieces scattered, emotions spilled and thrown, Insults spat with venom, hopes prostrate and prone, Anger and agression replace endearments and desire, Desolation, mockery is added to the pyre, A measured intonation carelessly decreed, Forces bitter confrontation, acrimony gathers speed, Raised voices signal ending,a threat amid the gloom, Words once spoken in lovers tones ,hover sadly in the room, Goodbye is never easy, farewell seems superficial, trite, A myriadChange
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*Mayde of the woode....
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*Mayde of the woode....
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~ Sorry I didn't make it to curch, I was too busy practicing Witch Craft~
and guide you in whatever you do--
and may his loving protection be a blessing to you always.
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*Mayde of the woode....
licenses of bald men?
Or how come you never really learn to swear until you learn
to drive?
And lastly, if the Jacksonville Jaguars are known as the "Jags", and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers are known as the "Bucs," what does that make the Tennessee Titans?
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"Remember who you are."
G.I. Gurdjieff
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~ Sorry I didn't make it to curch, I was too busy practicing Witch Craft~
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*Mayde of the woode....
yuk! Yuk!
Miss ya!
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Go RED SOX!!!!!!
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~ Sorry I didn't make it to curch, I was too busy practicing Witch Craft~
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