“It's a secret”

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Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#7488 Jun 18, 2013
AIias - Trish wrote:
Watch out ladies cause this bible thumping bully doesn't seem to have a clue what Jesus would do. He is accusing me of being this poster and I assure you I would never say such a thing as this.
<quoted text>
I see Steven AKA Mister E (he also has another alias) doesn't mind judging and acting like anything other than a Christian while calling others perverts.
Quite the example you are pal.
And btw Trish...

I'm not out for the ladies...my plate is full. I don't want anyone after me. I don't like Richard either...just so you know pervert..

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Since: Mar 13

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#7489 Jun 18, 2013
So,... make you feel all BIG slapping down a woman that didn't deserve it in the first place? So judgmental and superior aren't ya. I'm not being judgemental, but defending myself against your lies out here against me.

Hahahaha, You are a joke and nothing more. Yeah, I heard your wife left cause you weren't into the ladies. You weren't even christian enough to keep your wife? Come out of the closet Steven. Boo hoo! ;~)

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#7490 Jun 18, 2013
AIias - Trish wrote:
So,... make you feel all BIG slapping down a woman that didn't deserve it in the first place? So judgmental and superior aren't ya. I'm not being judgemental, but defending myself against your lies out here against me.
Hahahaha, You are a joke and nothing more. Yeah, I heard your wife left cause you weren't into the ladies. You weren't even christian enough to keep your wife? Come out of the closet Steven. Boo hoo! ;~)
Now who's lying, Trish..feel better??? I'm good with it if you are.

I'm not lying. I've told the truth as I've known it. You're making it up and nothing less. You've never heard what you just said.

If you can live with it...I'm tickled plum pink...:)

“Happy Thanksgiving ”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

My Love Bugs.

#7497 Jun 18, 2013
I learned the hard way that I can not always count on others to respect my feelings,even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn't guarntee that others will be good people too.You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person.As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.....

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#7500 Jun 18, 2013
Warning ladies...the pervert is back...

Guard your purses and personal belongings..

especially your personal information...

He's a nut that has been here long

hasn't found what he's looking for

but the women in his wake are numerous..

trust me on this..

he's ruthless

worthless

and fruitless

you will be wise to avoid him

Promise!!!!

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#7506 Jun 18, 2013
Oh...btw..

the boy thinks way more highly of himself than anyone else does..

conceited freak...

anything but devine

“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”

Level 8

Since: Mar 11

Rockin' USA ;)

#7507 Jun 18, 2013
Devine.. LIGHTEN UP...You sound like a Mystery Theater Script Re-Write ..

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#7509 Jun 19, 2013
SUBLIMELY DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
A friend is a lot of things, but a critic isn't.
Chick, any critic is entitled to wrong judgments, of course. But certain lapses of judgment indicate the radical failure of an entire sensibility.
Reported.

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#7511 Jun 19, 2013
SUBLIMELY DeVINE wrote:
Feel the memory burn a flame
under your skin and holes into your bones
that all the other memories seem to slip through.
Iíve felt a tidal wave of fingertips
scratching at the inside of my skull to peel
the pastel ocean green and robin blue
wallpaper of pretend happiness down,
I wish to truly feel the strike of suffer
squished between my fingers and toes,
I want to breathe the stifling and putrid and toxic and musty and dusty
melancholy in, as sleepy as it is.
I want to wear the words you spoke around my own
fingers and beat myself with the absurdity of them,
and be bruised by the palpable echoes.
I want to observe with thoughtful speculation
the colors God painted your eyes, with these eyes
Iíve kept closed for so long, curtained away
and shut off from the world of nostalgia that dwells
inside the skull on my own neck. I wish to reopen
pandoraís infamous box, and rediscover the dreadful
death of the cat by curiosityís murderous hand,
because Iíve drank from the mug labelled Ďhappinessí
and the sweetness became diluted and the spark became flat
and the warmth went cold and the feeling it left in my stomach
wasnít the sober pang of truth.
and Iíd rather fill my insides with marbles of dissatisfaction
than with the ashes of hope,
with the burnt remains of a childhood dream,
with false testimonies from a TV ad filmed in the 80ís.
Iíll save a sliver of fantasy, a thumbnail sized garden
of faith that will constantly bloom and sprout and rebirth
the same distasteful poison known simply as optimism
to bleed briefly into everyday disbeliefs and uncertainties.
and I wouldnít call myself a pessimist or realist
or any of those modern classifications of someone who thinks too much
Iím not a buddha, much less a fundamentalist
but I do lay the foundation to my own path and itís paved with apathy.
and itís paved with realism and romanticized reality
and itís paved with failure and lined with doubt
and for those who see this and wonder and scrutinize and sympathize
Iíd rather my gray stones that lead to my grave, alone,
than your disney infused fake plastic path complete
with a high fence of security leading straight into the mouth of a manufactured lie
Iím sick of vomiting your laughter and praise and cheerleading
at the feet of our failing society.
Iíd rather walk this truth alone than be escorted down a path of warped and
perverted lies.
I have eyes and know our understanding has been placed behind a warbled peice
of glass too thick for our pupils to actually observe.
so weíve taken what we see.
and now weíve called it truth.
and so Iíve lit the flame and placed it under my skin to smoke all the other theories out
and i feel it blacking my bones and leaving marks that will only be found
long after Iíve already reached the gate at the end of my stones
and maybe those conclude as my eulogy,
if not an epiphany for anybody but me.
whatever they are I wont waste a single breath without the subtle ache of them
wont numb the slow prodding pain with phoney evangelicalism here, by the one who calls herself a Princess...HEY, give me a fucking break.....
I do not wish to rewrite the bible to suit my individual beliefs and then claim it as the true word of god
because jesus wouldíve sat with me and thatís all the faith I need
to live without your eyes colors, your words as rings wrapped bleeding around my knuckles
to live and face the odd shaped bruises each of your genuine rings left by my own hand
to bleach my thoughts pure and clean and void of the insanity that joy comes from outside ourselves.
Iíve washed my doubt inside and out and this is the remainder.
Reported.

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#7515 Jun 19, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
<quoted text>
You are correct again Trish, the game is over. I do hope that you stop the games you are currently playing on this forum.
I am hard pressed at this moment to feel sorry for you when YOUR behavior has put you in the situation you find yourself in at this moment.
Your behavior is unhealthy an until you CHOOSE to stop playing games I have no desire to continue correspondence with you at any level.
You owe a great many individuals apologies. I hope you are woman enough to give them.
You have come to this forum registered and unregistered. You have used that position to start arguments between individuals by pretending to be someone other than yourself.

You have several registered accounts that you use at your discretion.

If you refuse to speak to me with anything other than the truth then know my ears are closed to you in the future.

Explain yourself yesterday and do not pretend you have no idea what I am speaking of. Because for you do that you are implying that I am unaware of the games you have been playing with people on here and I assure you I am not.
LOL.....

“Happy Thanksgiving ”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

My Love Bugs.

#7519 Jun 19, 2013
Some day we'll forget the hurt, the reason we cried and who caused us pain.We will finally realize that the secret of being free is not revenge, but letting things unfold in their own way and own time.After all, what matters is not the first, but the last chapter of our life which shows how well we ran the race.So smile,laugh,
forgive,believe and love all over again....

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#7523 Jun 20, 2013
POET LAUREATE DeVINE wrote:
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud.
Well he beats of the bone bags Dame Famineís designed
As she ravished and plagued us since dawn of mankind;
And he beats of Lord Boss letting oranges decay
While a child suffers scurvy and passes away;
And he beats of the beasts weíve so needlessly slain
And of critters and creatures cast off in distain;
And he beats of combatants whoíre dying deceived
As the merchants of murder count profits received;
And he beats of the rape and the killing of war
And the mind blinding sorrow we blithely ignore.
He beats and he pounds till our consciences gnaw
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of abuse that we try to becloud.
Well he beats of the barons and princes and kings
Who have broken our backs while crushing our wings
And he beats of the bribes that the powerful make
To key politicians who fawn in their wake;
And he beats of the waifs bound and chained to machines
And of slaves in the fields and other such scenes;
And he beats of decrees stating all men are free
While ignoring the blacks and their agonised plea;
And he beats of the tyrants in clerical garb
Who have tortured with faggots and thumbscrews and barb.
He beats and he pounds till revealing the flaw
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
(Continued........)
Reported.

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#7524 Jun 20, 2013
POET LAUREATE DeVINE wrote:
.....The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of the strength of the rebels so proud.
Well he beats of the spirit the rack couldnít break,
And the flame of the flesh that was burned at the stake;
And he beats of the minds that could never be chained
By the faith that was living while ignorance reigned;
And he beats of the struggles when Spartacus rose
Having tired of shackles and slaveryís woes;
And he beats of the women whoíll die to be freed
And will never give up till they finally succeed;
And he beats of the progress outliving the jeers
So belying the pessimistís fatuous sneers.
He beats and he pounds till we stand back in awe
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of the sights that heís seen from a cloud.
Well he beats of the meadows pale yellow and green
And of lakes in a wood and a river serene;
And he beats of the passion when lovers have lain
With their bodies entwined midst a field of lush grain;
And he beats of the joy when a mother has smiled
While sheís nursing her baby, her newly born child;
And he beats of the sorrow upwelling inside
Leaving shadows and ruins when loved ones have died;
And he beats of faint images haunting his dream
Of a time when compassion and love reign supreme.
He beats and he pounds till we see what he saw
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
*
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
And he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud
And he beats of abuse that we try to becloud.
And he beats of the strength of the rebels so proud so proud.
And he beats of the sights that heís seen from a cloud.
And he beats and he pounds till our consciences gnaw
And he beats and he pounds till revealing the flaw
And he beats and he pounds till we stand back in awe
And he beats and he pounds till we see what he saw
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
And his hands are all broken ... and bleeding ... and raw ...
&#61443;
Reported.

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

Or maybe I just forgot!!

#7539 Jun 20, 2013
Dude?!!?

How can you call yourself Poet laureate DeVine...

Copy and paste dude don't make you a poet...

Sup Pie???

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

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#7545 Jun 20, 2013
Dude?!?

At least put a different plagiarized poem on each thread...how original is that???

True....I've lost all respect for you dude!!!

:)

“It's a secret”

Level 8

Since: Sep 12

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#7554 Jun 21, 2013
Devine is...

A net ready to fall on some unsuspecting

Rotten to the core..says he's 22..sends out a picture of a very handsome young man..

Can't find an acceptable lady there at home..

Comes to offbeat to look for some...

Ladies...Beware!!

Level 9

Since: Feb 12

New York, NY

#7555 Jun 21, 2013
POET LAUREATE DeVINE wrote:
She said.....
"I told you I want you.
to f uck me
maybe
I was high
(and a little wet, perhaps)
you just looked at my naked,aching body
and smiled
you then came
inside of me
je t'aime
oh .... oh.... mon amour...... aahh...
moi non plus
you come and go
you come, usually
between my bruised thighs
I told you I want you inside of me.
As I was thinking at the other one
the one they call DeVine....
saying
he would
f uck me
all morning
long and strong.
you get me now?"
Reported.
Hmm

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#7565 Jun 23, 2013
Laura Beth wrote:
<quoted text>LOL.....
Is one then to believe you have not been guilty of the same endeavors Laura Beth.

If so, then you assume individuals are blind to your games my dear.

Now, please do call me pie or Trish or someone that you have conjured up in that vivid imagination of yours.

Since: Aug 09

Location hidden

#7566 Jun 23, 2013
Hmm wrote:
<quoted text>Is one then to believe you have not been guilty of the same endeavors Laura Beth.

If so, then you assume individuals are blind to your games my dear.

Now, please do call me pie or Trish or someone that you have conjured up in that vivid imagination of yours.
I don't know what you are talking about , but than again neither do you . Lol

Level 8

Since: Jun 08

Location hidden

#7568 Jun 23, 2013
TJubilee wrote:
<quoted text>
That's what Beth is here for.
oh shut up pie!! you are talking rubbish as usual....

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