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“Two Hearts Falling ”

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So God created man in his own image;
in the image of God created he him;
male and female created he them.
The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.
And the Lord God said it is not good that the man should be alone;
I will make him a help mate for him.
And Adam said,This is now bone of my bones,
and flesh of my flesh;she shall be called woman.
Because she was taen out of man.
Therefore shall a man leave his father and mother and shall cleave unto his wife;
and they shall be one flesh

also came from the Bible....
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Dianne the silkiness of your heated flesh,
Beneath my roaming fingers,
Slowly working thier way down,
To those twin moist petals.

I can feel your desire,
Your need for me to touch,
I tease and I tempt,
Around your glistening rose.

Ever so slowly,
Those petals are spread,
Revealing that suculant little bud,
Swollen with passion.

I know you want me to touch you there,
To feel my sweet caress,
I can hear your soft moans,
Your lust filled cries for more.

I lower myself down,
To let my tounge flicker,
Slowly at first,
Taking in that honey sweetness.

I feel your hips thrust,
And I know I am driving you crazy,
Your body is glistening,
Like the early morning dew.

My tongue moves down further,
Slipping between those petals,
Making a slow dampened trail,
Finding the entrance to ecstasy.

Your moans are like music,
Playing the most beautiful melody,
Pushing my way in,
My tongue begins to swirl.

The taste of your nector,
More sweet than anything I can imagine,
I bring you to your orgasim,
Sending you beyond your dreams.

Adrian.
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Oasiis wrote:
You're certainly a horny little twit...
Do you ever set aside time, away from the Topix, to put you know what, you know where, or do you just like write about it?
FYI Oasis, yo affirmative to all of the above,

Oh and,

I ain't at all little, sister !

I'm always Vulcanizing the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Ramming my cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

I Batter dip the cranny axe
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point
to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

You got it yet
I Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With my dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point
to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush


I Put the you know what in the you know where
I Put the you know what in the you know where
I Put the you know what in the you know where
I Put the you know what in the you know where

Then I find the time to write about......like now

pronto...no go slow......you aught to know

NEXT PLEEEESE !!!?
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Oasiis wrote:
You're certainly a horny little twit...
Do you ever set aside time, away from the Topix, to put you know what, you know where, or do you just like write about it?
All moist forgot BTW.....

Erotic images I write down,
to help someone who has a frown.
A gently placed word or phrase,
can make another person's day.

Words that gather all around,
sometimes cause erotic sounds.
Certain ways they blend and mix,
sometimes make a body slick.

Writing them, I don't mind.
I do however take my time.
They must find a place somewhere,
to make a person want to share.

Stories full of heated needs,
often bring the body's seed.
Smiles of delight I give,
wanting someone just to live.

A moment of passionate bliss,
perhaps a little sexy kiss.
Something sweet and simple is fine,
if it makes another dine.

Steamy sex is what I write,
trying to give a perfect night.
Read a story once or twice,
and tell me if it isn't nice.

If you find it didn't work,
let me know I'll try to jerk,
another story, poem or rhyme
for you to try another time.

But, if it does the job indeed,
let me know, so I can proceed;
To write another little thing,
that might just make your body sing.

~DeVine.
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Oasiis wrote:
I think your poetic license has expired.
No chance, but my time has.

Have to start my "On the Job Training"

Now it's time to bid adieu to you Oasis and all of you gathered here.

I silently bid adieu to some of my favorite folks, as the wind carried some of my poetry out of reach and down the street.
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Oasiis wrote:
Maybe it's because the good stuff..
Has been carried down the street...
perhaps it has....

Things sometimes occur
when you're not thinking;
The meaningful minutes always
seem shaped by silence
and steady shifts of light.

Here, where words dominate,
I find the time to praise, to
love, those puzzles of the heart.

It is a small piece
Of a larger whole

I send back to you.
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Sunlight streams through the window,
nature’s spotlight falling
upon motes
floating in the air,
unseen
until illuminated.

Love,
loss
… longing,
joy,
trials
… tears,

words carried within

unspoken
unwritten

awaiting inspiration‘s release.

There’s a difference between
surviving
and
living

life’s first real breath,
finally breathed
in the illumination,

the transformation
brought forth

with just a little dusting.
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In dust
I rise
As nothing
Traits woven
Into linen
Skin.

Ritualistic
chants of
Lawless men
in coffee queues
As some blazing sun
melts
Contempt.

On static
Glass
Shards
They drip
A knowing
Wax.
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The Manumission of Opportunity

Its simply,

Freedom.

A chance to take.

Neither expecting, nor leaving anything to the unknown.

Its not about falling; it never really was.

Or the clichéd invisible barriers erected through terror.

There was never the exigency.

A deluge of opportunity pours through the cracks:

So diminutive that they had been no more than a mere distraction.

Bursting into new heights.

Not leaking or dragging downward, but cascading into the unknown.

It was never about comfort,

Or security.(More like constraint).

Its not the promise or indemnity of being caught.

Just the willing, bright crystal of hope.

The anticipation that they'd let themselves leap into these new thrills

Together,

As one.

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PROFILE DeVINE wrote:
The Manumission of Opportunity
Its simply,
Freedom.
A chance to take.
Neither expecting, nor leaving anything to the unknown.
Its not about falling; it never really was.
Or the clichéd invisible barriers erected through terror.
There was never the exigency.
A deluge of opportunity pours through the cracks:
So diminutive that they had been no more than a mere distraction.
Bursting into new heights.
Not leaking or dragging downward, but cascading into the unknown.
It was never about comfort,
Or security.(More like constraint).
Its not the promise or indemnity of being caught.
Just the willing, bright crystal of hope.
The anticipation that they'd let themselves leap into these new thrills
Together,
As one.
That's pretty darn good, Mr DeVine.
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Feb 2, 2013
 
Michelle129 wrote:
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That's pretty darn good, Mr DeVine.
G'day Michelle, thank you kindly for your words of appreciation, I'm so glad that you enjoyed it.

NB:- I wonder if the other one hundred and twenty eight Michelle's did as well....(jk)

:-)

Warm Regards.
~DeVine
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"GETTING TO KNOW ME."

Soft scraps of synchronicity for
patchwork of ancient meanings
appearing in unlikely places
working universal messengers
like conduits of sacred power
comforting symbols overlooked
or forgotten in our own time

Incredible feathers as emissaries
with ephemeral grace for you
and me to discover from nature
as harbingers of inner truth
to be heeded when one seeks
you out for enlightenment

Tapestry a life as a virtual
waterfall plateaued of great
memories descending not
to an end but a longer course
like drops of water radiating
to a bank in a sea of light
embarking on a mystical
quest through the challenges
from everyday we face

I am diversity,
I think on many levels at once.
I live on many levels.
I can relate on many levels.

I can see you.
I can see your rationalizations.
Trying to justify your beliefs about me.
I see you feeling that your assumptions are right.
I see you assume wrongly,
You don’t really know me.

I have learned many things
from observation and experience.
I know you.
You think you know me,
But I have known many like you before.
Always feeling correct in your assumptions.
You assume wrongly.

Take away your misguided assumptions.
Leave me alone and do not try,
To make me fit into your view of me.
You do not see me.
You see what I want you to see.

In the process,
my dreams and aspirations
are often mistaken for ambition,
Thought of as a desire for fame and fortune
as a measure of my success in life.
Wrong thinking again,
My success comes from the doing,
Not the material things
by which society measures success.

That is not me,
But only what I let you see.
I am more complicated
than you will ever know.

And yet I am really very simple,
I still naively expect the best from people.
Something I always try to give others,
Honesty, caring, mindful of feelings,
doing what I can.

If I make someone smile,
If I help someone understand something,
If I make a difference,
I am successful.

I want to inspire people to be themselves,
And find happiness not in wealth or power,
But the simple accomplishments we all have daily.
Helping make life better for all with wisdom,
Gleaned from observation and experience.

I live and think on many levels,
I am happy with who I am.
Understood or not.
It makes no difference
To me, you see.......
'Cause You just don’t,
Really know me......

~DeVine.
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Locked up inside
I feel sensation grace my brow
so low, your voice calling for my voice

Tears
black paint over the mother-of-pearl
windows of my heart
You turn around and
The leaves rustle on the branches...

...Is an example of a poem without substance,
Lacking any meaning or artistic merit,
You threw some pretty words together and made nonsense.

This is the kind of bad poetry found in school,
By kids trying to skate by their literature class,
Or by delusional people trying to be profound and cool.

Why not try writing when you really have something to say?
And if it takes you longer to create quality work,
That's fine. You don't have to produce something every day.

Use your time wisely to practice and hone your passion
Rather than bastardizing and shaming an art form,
Making something as shallow and useless as last year's fashion.

I'm not trying to be mean, or sour like a lime,
Free-verse poetry is legit and can be great,
I understand poems don't always need to rhyme.

But poems like this are as worthless as dirt,
Pick a subject, use symbolism, apt analogies, maybe a joke,
Just try, please, giving your poetry a bit more effort.
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I speed through time extremely, I don't mean to scribble or suscribe to a certain conglomerate of pigments or neighs.

I have gone mad, but who is next to hear against my thorax? To posture my antennas?

Myself indicates: Essential Eco toxins, Avoiding Radiation and fashionable Spells.

Current Geographical Adverb: Somewhere.
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Princess Hey wrote:
So God created man in his own image;
in the image of God created he him;
male and female created he them.
The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.
And the Lord God said it is not good that the man should be alone;
I will make him a help mate for him.
And Adam said,This is now bone of my bones,
and flesh of my flesh;she shall be called woman.
Because she was taen out of man.
Therefore shall a man leave his father and mother and shall cleave unto his wife;
and they shall be one flesh
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SCRIPTURE FOR TODAY

ONE DAY AT A TIME

“No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper;

and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment

thou shalt condemn.

This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD,

and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD”.

(Isaiah 54: 17)
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She was in this strange place again—someplace between touching and breathing, between wanting and retreating.

Knowing that it was reckless and not caring.

Not a place she liked, but a place she craved. Surrounded by flesh so pale that it possessed a tangible taste and sound—velvet paleness that begged to be touched, to be marred with dark bruises, to be treated like some holy relic.

…beauty white.

He was a type of beauty she had never known, never knew existed—one that was completely unaware that he was lovely, that this beauty existed, clung to him like a parasite. He was so softly sweet and wanted so desperately to be fierce in a way that he was never going to be able to become.

But, he was something that she had come to want—his intelligence, his wit, his awkwardness and uncertainty.

…and wanting was a new, strange thing to her.

But touching was allowed only on his terms.

Which made the wanting-without-permission-to- touch even newer.

She tried so hard to not touch without his permission. Sometimes she was successful, often she wasn’t—sometimes, she honestly didn’t care—but she was always very careful to allow him to decide if the touches remained friendly, playful, and pleasure-inducing or if they became something erotic that caused those wonderfully needing, wanting sounds to come out of him, for him to arch into careful touches.

She’d learned her lesson. She wasn’t permitted a say in this, no decision, no control. It was all within his purview, his choice, his words and actions that dictated what she would become that day.

The most she could do was steal a kiss.

Sometimes—sometimes—she was allowed to watch as he played with someone else. Feeling both included and excluded in the same instance.

…if she’d been chained up or tied down, maybe it wouldn’t have bothered her so much.

She hung in liminality, waiting for the chance to become, to come into being, to be allowed that moment to coalesce and fall into flesh—a seraphim become human, spirit become matter.

“Two Hearts Falling ”

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Judge not,that ye be not judged.For with what judgement ye judge,ye shall be judged.and with what measured to you again.And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thou brothers eye but considerest not the beam that is in thou own eye.
Or how wilt thou say to thy brother,let me pull out the mote out of thine eye and behold a beam that is in thy own eye.Thou hypocrite first cast out the beam out of thine own eye and then shalt,thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brothers eye.
From the Bible Matthew 7:1-5
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Poetry can unleash a terrible fear.

I suppose it is the fear of possibilities, too many possibilities, each with its own endless set of variations.

It’s like looking too closely and too long into a mirror; soon your features distort, then erupt.

You look too closely into poems, or listen too closely to them as they arrive in whispers, and the features inside you - call it heart, call it mind, call it soul - accelerate out of control.

They distort and they erupt, and it is one strange pain.

You realize, then, that you can’t attempt breaking down too many barriers in too short a time, because there are as many horrors waiting to get in at you as there are parts of yourself pushing to break out, and with the same, or more, fevered determination."
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"There are bands
in the sky where
what happens
matches prayers.

Clouds blacken
and inky rain
hatches the air
like angled writing,
the very transcription
of a pure command,
steady from a steady
hand.

Drought put to rout,
visible
a mile above
for miles about."

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Romans 14:16 For it is written as I live saith the Lord every knee shall bow to me and every tongue shall confess to God.
12: SO then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.
13: Let us not therefore Judge one another any more; but judge this rather that no man put a stumbling block or an occasion to fall in his brothers way..

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