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“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

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WOW! Adrian..LIGHTEN UP..DUDE! Have a 7-UP spitzer and run and play...if your TrueLove...hasn't caught the Last Train to Clarksville...THEN, YOU still have a chance to make it up to her...LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE, why rattle their chains and WAKE THEM UP...let them snooze...Time for you, to just enjoy what is presented in front of you...THE BEST IS YET TO COME...Peace and Happiness, Mr. Adrian DeVine...
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Colorado Chick wrote:
WOW! Adrian..LIGHTEN UP..DUDE! Have a 7-UP spitzer and run and play...if your TrueLove...hasn't caught the Last Train to Clarksville...THEN, YOU still have a chance to make it up to her...LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE, why rattle their chains and WAKE THEM UP...let them snooze...Time for you, to just enjoy what is presented in front of you...THE BEST IS YET TO COME...Peace and Happiness, Mr. Adrian DeVine...
CC Rider !

You said goodbye a little while back.....what happened, you miss me ?

Glad You're Back >>> HUGS <<<

Looking backwards over my life,

the most casual choices have major effects.

They cast the longest shadows.

Major choices are minor.



The most casual choices have major effects

and cause me to wonder.

Major choices are minor,

there are no regrets there.



…and cause me to wonder…

they cast the longest shadows.

There are no regrets there?

Looking backward over my life.
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If the poet stops writing,
who will tell the woes
of the inner struggle?

Whilst most live in pursuit
of the tangible, the explicable
Accepting an illusion as reality,
The poet exists in a realm
few dare to enter
And fewer still, honor sacred
and integral to existence.

We dare to bare
our scarred souls to the world,
We wrestle with the demons
we create as a species
In our oftentimes
narcissistic trek through evolution,

We are that vital link
Bridging the gap
Between the here and now
and our timeless origins

We are the poets,
Our eyes
Witness the silent journey
Of Spirit

“Put Some"Love"In Your Heart”

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If another woman steals your man,theres no better revenge then letting her keep him.Real men cant be stolen!!!
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Blocked out from the terrors you see
My one little window, open only to me.
self-enthralled, shut out from you;
self-concerned, always blind to what you do.

The sun is shining, don't you see it?
It's beaming down, and my world is lit.
You said you were done with the rain--
Why are you getting wet yet again?

Let's go out to play;
I will show you the new day.
There's no time for worry,
nothing to bury.

Time progresses as life moves on,
soon you will see the coming dawn.
Nothing will falter your new smile.
You will be happy all the while.....

Child's play ?
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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom
said, "Speak to us of Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters
of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you,
yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love
but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies
but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor
tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path
of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand
be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Hoosier Hillbilly

Connersville, IN

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It's a good thing Offbeat doesn't have to pay for this as they would paper-but they should still charge her for the time.
I use to like Australia, even spent time in Brisbane, if I knew she was there I'd never go back!
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It's a good thing Offbeat doesn't have to pay for this as they would paper-but they should still charge her for the time.
I use to like Australia, even spent time in Brisbane, if I knew she was there I'd never go back!
down
down
down
down
down
down
deep
below

children of the caves will let their
secret fires glow

An explosion of birds
Dawn
Sun strokes the walls
An old man leaves the Casino

A young man reading pauses
on the path to the garden

Bitter winter
Fiction dogs are starving
The radio is moaning softly
calling to the dogs....

There are still a few
animals left in the yard

there's one here whining,

Sit up all night,
talking smoking
Count the dead and wait
’til morning
Will warm names and faces
come again
Does the silver forest end?

December Isles
Hot morning chambers
of the New Day
Idiot first to awaken (be born)
Hoiser Hillbilly
w/shadows of new play
learned men
in Sunday best

We’ve had our chance to rest
to mourn the passing of day
to lament the death of our
glorious member
(she whispers secret messages
of love in the garden
to her friends, the bees)

The garden would be here
forevermore

Mexican parachute
Blue green pink
Invented of Silk
& stretched on grass
Draped in the trees
of a Mexican Park
T-shirt boys in their
Slumbering art

-I fear that he’s been
maim’d beyond all
recognition

He hears them come and
murmur over his corpse.

Street Pizza.

funny,
I keep expecting a
knock on the door
in Brisbane......

well, that’s what you
get for living around
people in Sydney

a Knock? would shatter
my dreams’ illusions
deportment and composure
The struggle of a poor poet
to stay out of the grips
of novels and gambling
perhaps journalism

A quality of ignorance,
self-deception may be
necessary to the poet’s
survival.

Actors must make us think
they’re real

Our friends must not
make us think we’re acting

They are, though, in slow
Time

My wild words
slip into fusion
and risk losing
the solid ground

So stranger, get
wilder still

Probe the Highland
Hose the Hillbillys

Bourbon is a wicked brew, recalling
courage milk, refined poison
of a cockroach here
tree-bark, leaves
and fly-wings scraped from the
land, a thick film;

menstrual fluids no doubt
add their splendour.

It is the eagle’s drink.

Why do I drink?
So that I can write poetry.

Sometimes when it’s all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.

As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger.

Forgive me Father for I know
what I do.

I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet.

“Put Some"Love"In Your Heart”

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You may be out of my sight but never out of my mind,I miss you!!!!!!:O)

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Princess Hey wrote:
You may be out of my sight but never out of my mind,I miss you!!!!!!:O)
Why thank you!(blush blush)

“Put Some"Love"In Your Heart”

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You are so very welcome..LOL..:O)
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Combination of sobriety and inebriation
callibration of the twisted steel rodded arrow shot through my heart
pinching nerves and lacerating emotions
on a rollercoaster ride
before the high tide
sun set
as the moon died
keeping bloody hand prints on my back
a secret
while you sleep slumber
in jest
no guilt
too much to digest
I feel insecure and worn
war torn
communication closed off
throat is full
lips glued togethet
my mentality
vengeful and unattended
hope and faith burned
spurned
keep alive by the sliver of deliverance
of a soul to me
to keep
the ability to forgive
neevr entered the realm of my decision
to bear arms
and take away the life
and regain the one you stole from me
when you decided to cheat
with my friend
my friend
my co worker
and leave the video on the bed
beside the letter of apology
redemption
no
I leave you the bullet
my name carved in it
in an empty space
where your world use to be
I leave you alone
happily
cause pain is not
the connection I want
with me
but surely
you will realize this fact
in tact
is what you think you are
until you feel the effects
of your romps
between the burning
and the itching
is the lies and mistrust
you weaved
around your clit
and now
you are stuck with it
and the thought
of how ridiculously
dumb you have been
in the bed of the devil
and now branded
with the same knife
you stuck in my back
I will pray for you
no need to be hurt

You did the dirt
and buried in that
shallow grave is your soul
and your heart.....
ruptured into shards of ligament
and guilt

Well....
I have left in a
cloud of justice
no I told you so
just a goodbye
and a bullet
for the life
you've murdered

your own
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Small drawbacks slight kisses of the skin,
spine tingling tremors beneath the surface,
doorbell ringing Jehovah Witnesses bringing books,
and good words traffic jams at five pm.
miniscule particles of terrorism fills the air Cities polluted with gay paraphenalia,
garden weeds filled with dirty condoms,
and used bodies buried in the nightly news,
designer dresses on sale and another Street is soiled with adult book stores,
and the wretched homeless on viagara,
your eyes filled with tears as the plane takes off,
only I never see your face lips stained with touches of lust,
memories of sex the night before make you wet,
and agitated phones ringing answering machine says 4 messages,
telelmarketers interrupt your bath,
the cat and dog race through the hallway while your concentrated masturbation leaves you blind with wanton fantasies of reaching your orgasm without rapid gunfire and burglaries,
the neighborhood crackhead found dead,
blood seeping through the garbage from rich white folks on the other side of the flea market,
worn white sheets and undercover bigotry worn like polyester,
itching rashes of herpes and manlike yeast tirbulations scorching the genitals of woman,
pedophiles hid from the sun while frocks defrock the Fathers of the Sons who sinned died and promised Calgary,
only to set the lies of the Nile through wine and rosary beads broken trust and molested lust,
fear of being caught naked leaves no room for God,
all the while blunted emotional stunted performers boast money sex drugs and A.I.D.S,
as no mystery life holds no mercy,
and no worth for the way we live is bound by the desire to get off by any means necessary.

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Souls.....
Yes that is where I want to live
Inside of a woman’s soul
Anything I ‘d give
To see that smile
Feel her embrace
Wake up to her lovely face
Our bodies connecting
Our minds speaking
No words spoken
No barriers broken
Just the existence of love
Honesty
To cherish her beauty and sexuality
Vivacious
Intelligent
Man where is my soul….....heaven sent
She brings me the joy only desired
So natural and real
So pure and untouched
Many dances and kisses
Sways of the hips
Thighs like milk chocolate
Sweet juicy lips
Eyes that burn through you
And laughter like sheet music
Anger to temper kings...

That’s the soul I want in
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Out of the thick, wet fog.
From deep within the snarling wind,
Between the pounding drops of rain,
Only a small glimpse of the Sun.

From the loud voices in my head,
The world screaming in vain,
News at six yelling out fear,
Slivers of silence slither between.

A shaking at The Rock 'n’ Roll Palace
And the fog machine quits with a T-H-U-M-P.
The sweet sound of nothing floats by
Sun shines through the window on the stage.
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The sexual urge is one of Nature’s
strongest of inbred instincts in every
animal. Many men, one conjectures,
have been ruined by sexual reverie.

It’s inbred in male animals to seek
sex with many females so’s to disperse
their genes rather widely. This technique
suits him; the baby he doesn’t bear or nurse.

Females by instinct are more selective
since their baby benefits from the best
genes from the fittest male. They’re protective,
cold,’til they choose one male above the rest.

By instinct and hormones, males are ready,
waiting for the female to become compliant.
Males roar, display their strengths…“Choose already!”
The female screens her suitors, defiant.

Modern female humans do not desire
brute muscle, but his earnings and power
impress her; these make him an accepted sire
for her offspring…his and hers becomes our.

Marriage vows are society’s attempt
at putting a veneer of needed restraint
on their sexual urges, showing contempt
for partners who stray and their vows taint.

Yet the sexual instinct is so strong
that a majority of men and thirty
percent of the women will still do wrong.
This causes calling sex evil or dirty.

When will humans accept that sex is not
rational, not an intellectual activity
derived from cautious thoughts that got
vetted well. No, lost is one’s objectivity.

Sexual urges are primal instincts at play,
behavior dictated throughout past eons
to insure that all animal species stay.
To its success, Mother Nature sings paeans.

Passion set aflame by hormones surging
in the blood overpowers logic and
common sense. Animal instinct is urging
sex take place. Most obey its demand.

Sexual instincts and raging hormones
make teenagers to elderly behave
in ridiculous ways. Talking via phones
for hours, saying nothing. They crave

the other beyond reason. Married men
willingly risk wife, children for a fling.
When caught, reality sets in, too late then.
Ruin does unchecked hormones usually bring.

Politicians risk office and power
for a meaningless act, too soon over.
Yes, primitive instincts often tower
above the male mind…Nature’s carryover.

Before all you women laugh too quickly,
consider the lengths otherwise intelligent
females put themselves to – makeup thickly
applied, hair worries, a wide assortment

of body issues… too short, too fat, hair
wrong color, bad hair style, hair in wrong place,
breasts too small – got to get augmented there.
Plastic surgery will keep me a “pretty face”.

It’s all to make yourselves attractive to the male.
Sex drives almost all human interactions.
Why do females measure their worth without fail
by their looks? Is all but sex merely distractions?

It’s sexual instincts that decide a woman
is valued for her looks. Intellect would stress
her personality, intelligence, humor more than
her breasts’ size. If only sex mattered less…

Civilization has failed to conquer in Man
primitive sexual instincts to date.
One wonders how many centuries more can
sex defeat Man’s intellect.

We can only wait.

“Put Some"Love"In Your Heart”

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The ultimate test in a relationship is to disagree but still hold hands!!!!!
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How the hell are you, I want
to ask but can’t.....you’re dead.

How hard the snow fell,
how slowly it melts.

How to tie a knot big enough
to choke the wild pain.

How to listen carelessly
to words used carefully.

How philosophy handles death:
with great reluctance.

How answers to questions
often contain no answer.

How to wind a watch
so tight time stops.

How silent the trees, how
loud the shots of hunters.

“Put Some"Love"In Your Heart”

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Dont cry over the past,its gone. Dont stress about the future,it hasnt arrived.Live in the present and make it beautiful

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

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Princess Hey wrote:
Dont cry over the past,its gone. Dont stress about the future,it hasnt arrived.Live in the present and make it beautiful
. YOOOO Princess Hey...YOU are Truly one of my FAV posters here on Offbeat ...YOU ROCK!!!!

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