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| READ WITH FAITH READ Let your heart be free to grow. Communication To teach and learn at peace. To take the time to wish one well. To ask and be asked the reason why. To persuade another clear and strong. To be persuaded and understand. We all struggle with cares. We all have made our choice We learn and forget to learn again. We care and try to share. Each one feels the ways of now. Each has a world of their own. Each one is alone. People talk and share and love. People write and share and build. Communication gives to all. Communicate Blood to Blood To grow and be one. To know and feel the need. To say yes and go forward. People true to people caring. That all real yes to growth. Some ever present push to do. One moment, one hour, do it true. Man of woman to woman of man, yes. We are one of all - all of one. Each day a time of doing done. The nights of together as one. With faith and drive it is done. With truth and words we learn. With trust and caring we teach. With love and blood we grow. One man one woman do mix. It is the all of two are one. The trust to do and say yes. Blood to blood, we know the way. Sex That driving force of do we must. A push so deep we find no words. Sex! Blood to blood we know the way. There are no words or do we care, It is there. Sex! Like the winds of time we feel and do, It is the push, the do or end. Sex is more basic than the wind. Confusion yes and no but blood must mix. Sex is the force of we shall be. It is the push, the drive, the energy. Fear not for blood is red and flows within. Understand that sex is being. It is the force that carries Humanity. Guide this force with love. Learn the powers of your being. Let the cool easy glow of being teach. Live and know that sex is growing. Grow strong and free with loving sex. LOVE That gentle peace of mind, once shared. That smooth caring touch, never missed. That warm gentle beating of a heart. That time once here, once gone, a love. Quiet are it’s times of being. Strong is it’s giving truth. Full are the moments it gives. Everlasting are the memories of love. Hellos, always new and telling. Yeses, of togetherness truly growing. Nos, of let us think our wisdom growing. Good-byes of we shall return in love. Deep are the eyes of together caring. Fast are the hands of labor doing. High are the feelings of lustful sharing. True are the hearts of love. Doing here and now, bits of yes I shall. Building good and strong, things of yes we need. Trusting heart and soul , days of yes we care. Knowing mind and spirit, lives of yes we love. Love rings for those that see. Love rides in the hearts of those that care. Love guides the doings of those that act. Love fills the being of those that love. Love Her Stand strong at peace with she is a beauty, in oh so many ways. Look at her with a kind understanding that she is a human being. She breathes deep. She feels a gentle truth of you can see her joy. Be relaxed, knowing she can complete your being with her love. See her, an equal, able to share the pains and pleasures of life. Go to her in a slow careful step that does not turn away, go to her. She feels kindness. She understands your advances. She watches. Do be but steady with faith that she will understand and be open. Closer now, there is truth to you can see her aura, she glows clear. Straight is your progress. Your courage true. She senses your love. Quiet wraps you together in a gentle union of life’s concentration. Oh to say but, "Hello". Just a little word that speaks love’s beauty. Your eyes do exchange a power that no poet can mark to paper. Yes, have faith in this ever unfolding meeting of man and woman. Do watch. See her way of facing you. Listen to that first, "Hello". It is here, this moment of, Can you love? Speak with trusting truth. Just small communication, "My feelings are real." "Please share." She will understand your emotions of excitement, at peace care. Stay in self control and teach her of your respect for wise strength. Now share some gentle truth of the way is long and alone hurts. This is love’s way to a union of two that may one day bear young. It is so gentle and it goes on in years to come, there will be pain. Walk to her slowly, hold true to your love at peace. Communicate. It is we human’s grandest pleasure. Nurture this union, two in love. Men, understand she will feel your open love. Be kind. Love her. Stay It is for love unending that a gentle heart does cry stay! Stay! Stay! To let you know I have been touched in body, emotions, and soul. I can’t go back to alone sad and hopeless. You have come, stay. How would I live without your little kisses to my head? We do love. I am here for you and it is for you I breathe the breath of daily life. Your gentle smile telling me good morning is my sustaining bread. Your smooth touch in early hours of the morn does set my pulse. Your understanding yes, in times of stress, eases my timid heart. Your way with truth that lets my faith grow as only love can nurture. Your times of happy laughter set my being to flight on high in joy. One day, a moment, and on we go in love’s power beyond fear. It is because of you that my heart fills with joy at each new turn up. You came from afar, we have grown at peace with gentle loving. Times have been few that we were at odds. We communicate. Yes we do care true, our days are full with building for the good. We shall stay together in love at peace trusting. Love binds pure. We have come far, learning to trust a faith that is love holding sure. Together, me staying with you, you staying with me, yes together. We can go to the fires of temptation and stay as pure as one pair. Our love is strong and true in we do love as one man one woman. We will be tested by the pain of separation, we shall teach love. We will be in waters too deep for one and it shall not defeat us. We will be in fear another will come between us, we shall not part. We have come far and we shall go forward in love beyond fear. We have learned our goodness, we forsake all others. Stay Love. Passion Pulling pushing deeper longer stronger, touching flesh’s passion. Growing the truth of humans male female deep full in sexual bliss. She touches me, my blood rushes to fill me hard straight ready. Desire consumes the essence of my soul and total pleasure rulers. Passion’s heat flows warm, between two freed in high sexual love. Oh deep is his hard driving pushing organ in her for impregnating. Open taking wanting her blood desires his sperm, her egg ready. Their eyes tell of the drive to breed, this child shall be born, power. It is a passion yes that has come from a pure caring and need. Humans driven to love deeply fully beyond words, laws, or fears. They, in passion’s high emotion arousal, out grew crippled pasts. A man, a woman, in mature love, ready to be all to this ruler child. Yes, from passion full open in bliss beyond the past, they are ready. Their gentle words true, did teach of this perfect fit, his conception. Her fears, real beyond all understanding but fully open she stayed. The sight of her full powerful hips told him she could bear this child. Green eyes so beautiful flashed the shining yes, breed me my man. Hands of strength, confidence, dignity pulled his hips hard to her. Yes they knew the feelings of wild animals breeding in full desire. He drove deep with an erection throbbing to please his female. The power of a species burned hot in these two humans, breeding. True force beyond the knowledge of he or she pushes them deep. It is a thing of blood beyond words, laws or the mind of Humanity. He in her deep filing, giving; a being created, a child is conceived. This force of passion pushing for all to see, their child shall be love. A Good Man He keeps his promises. He knows what he believes. He understands his limits. We would all be good men if me never stumbled too deep to get out. The fact that life is easier to talk about than live rings true. We ask what happened that broke us so bad? When did I make the mistakes that cut me to the heart? Then there is the truth of struggling on to what might be. To have made the mistakes of a life time and still say yes, to life is good. How does one say I have lived and I will go on living life good and bad? There is a painful truth that I did not live as a good man at all times. There are the mistakes of a lifetime and at times the pain cuts deep. There is the hope for understanding, there are the dreams of gentle closeness. Somehow there is a truth and a goodness in the ever going on. Oh the question of can I go on and do my best and be a good man? That terrible pain of I have failed. I still want to go on with my quest for love. Why push on with a life so full of strife? What sense does it make to push on? There is no other choice but to go on, there is no turning back, life goes on. And with this choice of yes to life we do go on and on and we do not end. But what of the good of man and trust? Have faith and forgive and learn. It is be alive and be at peace with yes I am. Some have said, "Hoe your garden." Again what do we do with the weeds so strong? Pull them out and forgive. But so much of life is weeds gone to nothing and for what? This too will pass. Oh to stand straight and say I am a good man. Just do it, try for good. There is the truth of what we are and there are the dreams of gone to dust. It is to go on with I will try for love and know the pain and feel the love. What is a good man? Are we good men? Have we been good men? GO. It is not an easy time for what is good. We have our miles to cross. It is to care an carry on to the end and have it said he cared and carried on. Good men do your best with pain and toil, truth and beauty, and keep loving. Civil Love Beings of mind, soul, spirit true to the finest beauty we can ever be. She did touch me in her ways of gentle truth, more than thoughts. It is all words of yes we are humans that can feel and share ideas. Our sharing with the force of sexual drives, ideas that run emotions. We do know of pleasure and hurt and fear and loss. We love sure. Words written clear for many to see, and read and understand. Just words? Yes we can touch our beings with caring little symbols. How do we do this thing? Humans communicating life’s essence. Is it not a thing far greater then the rules of body and sexual push? Yes, this love of mind and soul does carry us to our highest reward. Yes, oh yes, she and I did tell stories of bodies in pleasure at touch. Those words did light a flame to show the way to a higher giving. We used the fantasies of youth and times long gone to build joy. We played in waters clear and cool that could have never been. The sun did shine it’s energy in which we did dance, sing, and love. There can be no end to such joy, for it is here for all that are civil. The little words that show we care. Her mate had left her bear. I did use words of yes, tell me of your pain, we shall share grief. Oh, happiness in her words, clear for me to read, we understood. Some how we are connected in soul, in mind and in our civil love. Yes, she and I shared the words of human drives for life, we loved! It shall go on in peace and understanding, we are civilized beings. We shall share ideas of touching deeply close, our climax will live. Emotions of confusion and joy do guide us to new wisdom in love. She does live, we share. This woman grand she is my civil love. Sin OH yes they said their God could strike me dead! A thunderbolt. That little boy of but 9 years made it clear, I was stuck in trouble. Old women that glared a look, it cut me to the bottom of my soul . Men talked the Law and made it known they would take me out. Yes, I was afraid, I was just trying to stay alive! Live, but do not sin. What is this thing, Sin? I didn’t know it’s force. Why was it written? Sin is met to bend the mind. It does, yes it bends the mind. Think! Don’t we teach with all our heart and soul and they do but laugh? What must we do to make the point? Use force, make pain rule? Is it maybe not better to just use fears and stories to tell life’s truth? Bending the mind in the name of we must teach "Our God’s" truth. This truth does let us live at peace with a higher way. We do farm. This bending of the mind with fear and story telling can cut deep. Can we not just teach our children to be kind and help and love? There is time for gentle ways at peace, loving and teaching safely. Sin is the way of the old and confused. They did their best, we live. There is a new way to teach the truth that balances us in our love. We have the time to teach our young, we shall teach at peace. It is not to rule; but, to free our young within the truth of real pains. There is no need to bend the minds of our future. Teach free of sin. We can teach our young the way is long and there is love for all. Each must understand as best they can and let others help in faith. It’s hard to teach and hold them safe, our special ones, all young. We can be lovers and teach the rules of Human understanding. This hard bending of the young minds must stop! We’re free of sin. Woman of Freedom She understands her health needs and helps others to learn more. She breathes freely at peace with she has the power to propagate. She takes the time to gain the skills of the highly educated mind. She performs tasks in cooperation with others to reach objectives. She does dream of better ways that can lead to wisdom’s love. Oh, this gentle poet does ask too much. I would see her run free. Oh, so much to feel and enjoy about this pretty child of "God". Oh, yes there is a pleasure so true in heart and soul, men do care. Oh, harm must not be set loose upon one so fair. Protect a Lady. Oh, somehow these females do stand apart from men’s shielding. Words, details telling of her abilities to build, I can’t say! I know not. If I could teach but one woman to be all she can be, I have won. There is so much work to be done and we are Human Beings one. Can I tell her she must always have fun? No! It is just not all roses. There will be times of friends that heal the mind and mend a heart. Share your being fine free woman, my heart I give to us at peace. There is a greatness that grows from our gentle caring, we for we. Yes walk hand in hand, see the shining beauty of our living planet. Truth of man and woman free to share love’s certain joy in touch. Yes, to give and take, she moves his heart, he lifts her soul on high. Let me not ask too much. I would but be a man that appreciates. Oh, please, do live a life of strong clear caring, you know the way. Lead and follow with a courage that nurtures our young with love. Join with those that feel your beauty and show their faith in you. Your time is now, your force is good, love me Woman of Freedom. An Offense He cut me too deep too long and I bleed still. He meant to teach. This pain of tell your feelings at any price is insanity, for alone I am. There is some way out of this confusion and cutting tongue sure. Are these feelings from emotions more then life or is there reason? Must I always be at the mercy of my childish inter body and fear? In new times of people caring, don’t we all need to feel our truth? Do ask, can the wicked way of children’s cutting others work true. That is not the question! Ask are my feelings guiding me to good? It is never right to let ones base emotion cut the being of an other. What is a way to say my feelings do push me beyond my reason? Tell it poet, tell it like it is! No I can not say it for my heart will break. You must let the power of your emotions rule a road to happiness? Oh poet you are still the fool, a boy at mother’s knee. Grow up! You can cut away to all is lost or maybe build gentle forgiveness. Will not others cut too deep in their times of relaxed talking so free? Now, words must stand and speak of truth’s pain. Humans error! They speak too fast, not a thought of will this hurt an other Human. Some do ask, if you hurt an other, are you really hiding a fearful lie. There is why and why not. There are deep parts of us all. Be kind! We must make decisions and give and take and go on with loving. Yes it is wise to understand that pain can cut the feelings of others. We must do our best to hold our tongues in check and teach love. Understand that emotions swing up and down, talk slow, think yes. One can learn to communicate feelings and grow wise in reason. Love, a gentle thing, that would not injure, does heal An Offense. War Need comes to want. Want feeds to fear. People slip and run to war. We need, we fear, we want, we love - - We need the things of life! Sun and air, drink and eat, house and home. We want a faith that bits will be. We love and yet we war. Oh run but slow for war is free. Free to bleed, free to root, Free to kill - - Rest the lance of do or die. Hold close the things of love and know. We are but bits of here and now, We have many pits of want to fill, We must turn the lances to a star. We will to love and be, We need to love and be. Need comes to want, Want feeds to fear, People slip and run to war. GIVING Some deep need fulfilled. A moment of yes I care. There is that special truth. That effort spent for others joy. Beauty That special reason to live. That quiet truth to carry on. That bright special reality. Somehow there are those higher ways. It is that ever truth of a better path. We all know and understands it’s power. Never is it missed by man, woman, or child. Yes, beauty is for all to love. Yes, beauty is it’s own reward. Yes, beauty is a special way in time. Oh - believe in the good to come. Take the time to remember it always. Trust in the ever coming joys. Be patient and work for beauty. Be at peace with sharing. Be kind and understand that beauty is for all times. Writer http://expage.com/page/aboutbill ++ |
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