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Breathing in the Dust of Souls

Take Me

Innuendo-Filled Madness

Passion

"Temptation"

Within a girl's voice
Lies temptation
All men, no matter
Stature, creed, or position
Dream of the temptress
We oft scoff at men
Who look at women
Younger than they
Yet, a girl that is aware of herself
Can seduce a man at twenty paces
Without showing an inch of flesh

Some girls become aware
Of their power early,
Innocence and ignorance
Lost much before it should.
And the younger they are
When this occurs,
The more tempting they become
With age.

Eloquence in a young girl
Progresses to promiscuity
Of the mind
The more enlightened a woman's mind
The more appealing she becomes.
An education is most important
For a woman.

Promiscuity of the mind
Leads to promiscuity of the body
And despite the men kept longing
A woman does thrive
For pleasure.

However-the first lesson
A nubile temptress must learn
Is that seduction begins
Within the mind.
You must make it seems like
You are there
And every song of love or loss
Makes men long for you.
And when men sleep,
They will regret
Not having you near
To touch with soft fingertips
But they shall dream of you,
Your hair, lips, breasts, and hips.

You must keep men yearning
Keep them in a constant
State of Desire
At a level where your absence
Makes men crave you.

Temptation is heavenly
It has a cruel magnificence
Dangerous and yet
Utterly beautiful

All women are a Temptress
Some have but mastered
The Art.

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Endless Night

Watching the end of an endless night
Approaching
Bathed in the neon light
Living in a dream
In a city I've never been before
But I used to know it so well.
I'm 19 going on 35
Or maybe I'm really 35 now,
It's hard.
It's hard to-
It's hard to keep up now.
��
The answer is like a shot
In my head.
While I am running,
Running,
Running from you
Years and years later.
Perhaps you could explain
Terror in my questions.
Terror in my life
In my night-
In my day-
Mares.
��
But I think I'm not listening anymore
I'm blocking you out.
The relief is unbelievable
Sticky situation.
One part elation
Two parts I rue
The day I ever saw you.
��
Hand holding hand
And both are mine.
Encompassed in pain.
The next thing to prove:
What happens always
suit to fit.
What happens next
Is hard to say
Am I free?
Am I caged?
Every time I lose.
��
And this box I'm living in
Only has roads
That are painted on the walls
No way out
No way in
Sitting in pause
Parked
Forehead on the steering wheel
Tears
Tears
Tears
��
Where are you now
And who were you then?
I pretend to forget
Three parts whiskey
One part lament
Equals
Funhouse mirrors.
Roller coasters of regret.
��
So young
So old
So tired
Apathetic
��
It's the end of an endless night
This city
I've never been before
But I used to know it so well.
It's hard.
It's hard to-
It's hard to keep up now.

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"You Touch Me"

You touch me.
You reach inside me
And take me.
You touch me.
You reach inside me
And take me,
You touch me
Yet I feel the distance

It's winter outside
It's winter in the realm
Of your heart
And you
You
You
Permeating my thoughts
Warm hands touching,
Caressing cool flesh
Warm breath brushing
My skin
Warm
Filling me full
You touch me.

Your voice
Melting me into
Mississippi River Mud
I live in the Delta
I worship the Delta
I am the Delta.

I feel those Delta Blues
The rhythms you
Make as you move.
Your music
Drawing me in.

I hide from your eyes.
Their shock force
Makes my body halt
But my soul shakes in
Waves.

What is this moment worth?
I want you to be
Everyone you be.
I wait
I breathe
I wait
I wait
I crave you.
I need to feel
Your flesh
To feel your pulse
Within me.
But, I want to know the joy
Of your love.

You touch me.
You've made this
Mississippi River
Run between my thighs
You've made my
Delta of Venus
Lush and damp
Despite the winter outside.
You touch me.
You reach inside me
And take me.
You touch me.
You reach inside me
And take me,
You touch me.
You touch me.

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"Dying To Be Thin"

Internal beauty collapses,
shadowed by the beast
I�m an onlooker
watching through glass,
slow death.
Dying to be thin.

They go quietly
Each slip, a gain-
Each setback-
A victory,
for the beast.

We�re working in lookback time.
Watching our future
go by in past tense.
Mass media brainwashing
our daughters
as it�s washed us.

CLICK
Mass media-Conference
Women taking a stand
Don�t look at Vogue, Glamour,
Playboy, or the TV for how we�re
�supposed to be�
It�s okay to be how you are
who you are.
It�s okay if you�re not a perfect size
6- I mean 4- Or 2- Oh, I mean ZERO

CLICK
Mass media-Food TV
Skinny girls pushing rich foods

CLICK
Mass media-The Channel for Women
Skinny girls showing us how to be strong

CLICK
Mass media- The Afternoon Soap Opera
Skinny girls and virile guys
Giving us our daily dose
of murder, violence, and rape

CLICK
Mass media-Conference again
Girl watches
Begins to feel empowered
receives false security that
it IS okay
To be who she is
how she looks.
Conference ends
Commercial- skinny girls stripping
and mud wrestling over beer.

Coming up next:
Victoria�s Secret Fashion Show
Girl watches
Counts ribs
Panties hanging
on sharp pelvic bones
These gaunt figures
with breast implants
No meat, all plastic and bone
This is today�s beauty

CLICK
Girl turns TV off
to go shopping
Isles of new diet gimmicks
�Eat nothing for 48 hours,
drink our juice
and lose 10 pounds�
Try this pill, drink, shake
try this, try that.

Girl gets smart
Shortcut mass marketing
give them no money
stop eating all together.
Girl looses weight
Girl is almost as gaunt
as her runway superheroes.
Finally, girl is hungry
and she eats, feels so guilty
she immediately gets rid of it all.

Her mind is the enemy now,
Living in a cage of negativity.
Surrounded by words such as
loser, failure, guilty, and fat pig.
Standing on a scale
with the world on her shoulders.

Slowly she can no longer distinguish
between her Actual Mind
and her new Negative Mind
The beast eats away any good thought
that she had of herself
She no longer deserves
pleasure, gifts, happiness
The beast eats at us
until we eat no more.
We go quietly.
Dying to be thin.

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An excerpt from Lost

i watched them coming in the twilight,
they laugh as the violins fill with blood. . .
take my pieces.
arrange me like a Picasso
abstract and vibrant.
make my hue red
keep me deep.
place my tears
in the palm of a hand

"Tightly"

Sleep does not come

easily to me tonight.

i lay in bed

wishing You were here.

i hold myself

as i wish You could hold me. . .

Tightly.

my mind fills with

thoughts of You.

You'll make me crazy.

i cannot wait for the day

we can explore

one another.

to kiss Your mouth

and hold Your hand.

To feel you pressed

Tightly

to me.

i am Yours.

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"Breathing in the Dust of Souls"

A perspective from 1,279 miles away

Thick ash covered the streets

For weeks

Covered everything.

The wind carried it

Across the states.

Where America�s skyline

Has changed forever

The dust covers them.

It is in their air

Carried to their water

On their skin

They are saturated.

In remembrance

We pray and light candles

We grieve

We are breathing

United we stand

Patriotism

Gone far past a
�2001 Fall Fashion�

United we

Grieve

Cry�

Mourn

United

We learn to believe in our country

Once again.

United�

The dark ash

Stretching far past

Ground Zero.

Reaching out

To touch the nation

Reaching for our

Hearts and minds

Begging for us to remember

Those that burnt

Those holding hands

And jumping

(10 second fall)

Those falling bodies

That killed bystanders.

Those that lost family,

Friends, lovers.

These are our heroes.

These brave souls

Of all ages

The victims

The rescuers.

From coast to coast

Around the world

We are affected.

We are

Touched.

The ash of those remains

Is not in vain.

A nation,

A world,

Loves them all

And holds them in our hearts.

We the people�

We breathe in the dust

Of the souls lost

We breathe

We live

We the people�

We the people are united.

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"Take me"

Take me,
Play me as Your instrument.
Fingers lightly caressing my neck
Fingers pressing down on strings
The bow poised
Ready to touch me
The moans escaping my lips
Are the notes of our song.
Make me Your music.

Take me Maestro,
Enslave me to Your desires
My body is Yours to mold.
Instruct me
Teach me how to move,
And tune me to Your will.

Take me
Care for me
Caress and keep me pure
Hold me close
Touch me and caress my soul
Entwine my spirit in Yours
So that we never part
Make me a part of Your essence
Impress Your spirit to the core of me
Make me Yours.

You are my passion
This passion, all I see
My love all I trust myself to feel
I search the world to find what
Brought You to me,
Master to my body and soul
Lover, Mentor, and friend
You alone have my heart.

Your voice causes my pulse to quicken
And my heart to open wide...
Makes me long to feel you,
Tangible.
Your presence
Engulfs my love like kindling.

Your kiss makes my flesh dance
Your hands entice my body
Your flesh makes me sing.
You make me music...
We are harmony.

Take me,
Let me know you
Your desires
Your needs.
To serve you
So completely
To live for Your love.
To belong to You, only Yours.
You are all I desire in this world
I surrender to Your passion,
To Your love.

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Innuendo-Filled Madness

Fearfully, I must confess
This would be better eye to eye,
but I know you'll stop me
before I've had my say.
If I could slip into your heart
the way you did my dreams
I'd show you so many things,
To steal your voice and hide in the wind.
And the raindrops that chased the sun's rays away
Just so we can meet in secret.
Darling did you know I'd give my sanity just to see you happy
(perhaps it was the first to go).

Today became our yesterday
And has not come to pass
in future dreams,
nightmares and whatever else
tomorrow brings.

I know why the wolf howls at the sky,
He has lost his love
and his heart cries at the world
that took her away.
He cannot reach with hands;
But his voice carries anguish to the�heavens
Where he believes
she lay.

Rescue me from this loneliness or end it all,
I do detest hanging about like some stray
barking for the scraps from your table.
These unanswered letters,
these unexplored secret passages,
Innuendo-filled madness-spanned passages.
You sorted, but stopped reading and began collecting.
I wrote and wrote;
the envelopes gather dust.
I have not forgotten.

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Passion

I am this darkness
because there is nothing I can be.
I'm at my best
when I'm making a general mess of things;
still uncertain about your plans for us
and lately its become a frightening word.
You knew the moment our lips met
I'd never be the same without you;
my sanity flees when I leave your arms,
dreams aren�t a substitute for the passion
which engulfs my love like kindling.
Play me, let my flesh be your canvas
create worlds as we make the bed sing.

What unseen lover whispers to me in the darkness
whose teeth marks do I display like medals;
whose name doest my tongue call Master?
I smell you on me, in me unfamiliar
have I defiled our bedroom with your presence?
have you desecrated our sheets with Lust?

This all feels so familiar
even the way you lie was not entirely original;
cant see your arms around me for any lengthy
period of time. �

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