Beware my lord of truth
Lurk thou that dost light loathe
and fear no mort
& meet &
then nothing happens
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the heat of the sun
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Hic ego qui iaceo tenerorum lusor amorum
Ingenio perii, Naso poeta, meo.
At tibi qui transis, ne sit grave, quisquis amasti,
Dicere: Nasonis molliter ossa cubent.
Here I lie, who played with tender loves,
Naso the poet, killed by my own talent.
O passerby, if you've ever been in love, let it not be too much for you
to say: May the bones of Naso lie gently.

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle:

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold:

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

I used to think
But now no more
That a wink
Would win
The girl next door
I used to think she was mine
And dreamt of her
From 7 to 9
I used to drink milk and juice
But all this was of no use
for now indeed she is away
Nor dream nor fancy did her stay
I did let loose my airy wings
……….
Complete it
Add to it what you think fit

Enter director with two actresses
Director: Fine composition, yet methinks
A tart succumbs to any that winks
(winks)
First actress: Me you meant by this wink
Then your reputation will soon stink
Second actress: A wink means no offence
And here I come to his defence
Director runs first actress follows him angrily second actress follows them they run in circles
Director: let's hide here comes king Madhiva
Enter King with his retinue
Enter general Gutama
King: Thou sayst she be so fair
Hast kidnap her and do share
With thy divisions all the treasure
That I shall pay for my pleasure
Gutama: No one disobeys his king
Yet, allow me to say but
One thing
If thou thy pleasure only seek
Your state will turn from strong to week
Then forbear o king for lust
From high to low thy throne may cast
Abhira thy foe is lurking there
And will gain allies for his warfare
King: From his face I will not hide
For tis I she will bestride
He will find us out
For we are real stout
Exit all except Gutama
To be continued…………….

Let's not say that I am not under the impression that I need to fall in love with someone while in the romantic city. Yet nothing happened. The whole thing was not Romantic. I wander alone in the street. I take a ride on a gondola.I try to listen to music, but I hear nothing but news from Palestine, Somalia and other places where people are being killed for no reason at all. Politicians are erecting their thrones on the blood and skulls of innocent people. Well, I was reminded of Machiavelli. I started reading but I could not see any reason that can make gratuitous violence reasonable. I sat down. all i could remember was my late girl friend that died in front of me. I was filled with death to the bones so I preferred to sleep away the time. I feel depressed I cannot continue the writing

The land said
Your love is dead
Never again will u see her
or touch her
or kiss her
or speak to her
No more will
there be
her shadow
no more will
u drink
n fill
ur lungs
with her
perfume
receive thy
doom
oh love
that dotes on
a mirage

The first reason is that when u get angry because u want some respect and attention to what u want 2 inquire about, people think that u want 2 start a torture session. I like to follow people 2 the top. If that is what they seem to be driving me to they will get it. Tell me that u r busy n do not ignore me. I hate it. I am not a mouse or a servant to ur majesty. I am polite when I am treated with respect, but I hate it when people think they r too important to tell me that they are busy or that they don't want to
talk. I respect that and do not owe grudges to people who misinterpret me. Sometime u want to know poeple better and they keep telling u lies. At times they seem 2 be driving u to be rude to them.
they are boring indeed. I could have done something else, but if they would say 'I like that' only to eating nipples let them never wake to truth till doomsday.
Well , let's say I become insolent whn ignored. I want to be respected, so if I sense irony or disrespect I become wild. That's a bad quality but Tis me. 'If the sun insults me, I will kill him' (Melville)

Think o muse about my word/'bout what I will unfold/Think not but jealous I be/No love is really jealousy free/My loving heart once did break/Knowing that blood in yours my place did take/and when I saw your alter/to air and wind giving shelter/while if allowed I touch the wall/ and be proud coz that's all/But my dear I cannot stay/while others inside do pray/so I did send my heart and soul/and made them my entry tool

Art of Pain and Pleasure A pornographic Poem Erossi September, 6th 2008 Man and woman in leather dressed The former’s authority with whip is stressed On the latter’s ass its marks impressed At her pain her pleasure she never confessed From her pussy to her breast A long tattoo is on a journey without rest Much it says about submission And answers indeed an aesthetic question Another couple on the other side Where woman man does ride And strips him of his pride That by her rules he will abide On him she puts her high heels Then, he their taste with tongue gratefully feels Two men all bashfulness renounce that one the other his master does pronounce And on a plastic toy will bounce While on his ass a hand his punishment announce He may not be allowed to cover his ass Or be obliged to dress like lass A woman on woman will go down And will in no way stop on her to faun The other may dress her as clown And color her red, crimson or brown All of them will cry, moan and fear But to their heart their master will be dear To them s/he is one so near That their fantasies shares however queer A woman with bonded breast Feels more breasty than the rest Now what would I feel If to her painful pleasure I should deal? I feel entitled to what in jest I steal And that we share an equal love Though she be below and I above.