love

Love is between a measured chrono-connection, having a quantum thread of memories between lives extending into the infinity of eternity. No matter what is the timing of life, love never dies to the end. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

1. The most terrible thing in love is that it is not given to you in life to know who really is your second half. And even if you find it, then you cannot be sure that your love for all your eternity will love you, as it may simply abandon you because of some trifle. 2. Cupid is a cross-eyed...

How is it that we weren't destined to be? I mean....the intensity...the frustration...the passion....the unspoken but yet well understood feelings that we share. How could that be mistaken for anything other than what it is?! How is it that even when your far away i can feel you deep inside my...

Sorry if this text have any mistakes, i had some problems with translation, i just study english language. My new hot love poem for all black girls and mullato girls (light brown girls) Me pulls to you ..... so strongly attracted to you color of your skin so sexy, erotic, and very attractive...

Aura Star beneath the rubble throughout tumble thimble want to bee sought through of curtain wanna be circle through the defiance years to see pudding in the cup just wait and see there look at parting vestibules in there distance I exist as a vapor then I am no more yesterday is a given day...

My hot love poem from my heart and soul for all black girls mulattos girls All over the world Adore black girls there are my hot love passion. Please say your oppinion. I hope you will like it. Juicy, sweet, hot chocolate skin...black girls are black goddess Sexy black girls For guys and men...

In the early Spring peeps begin to sing after the radiothaws a message of hope to help you cope comes into view vested as a treasure that's inside of me and you love has a funny way of showing to where you are reallygoing used to be a head of the class as if a clown no one wantedme around inside...

Its been a long time coming but I know a change gonna come... Victory one... Not defeated... conquered all standing in the front line of the next battle. Battle of self awareness, spiritual awareness... The caress of heavens voice upon my ears... his imprint upon my heart and his spirit dwelling...

Signs them signs every where you look there's signs inside my mind outside my window taking you places you need to take a hold of don't you see like renting a car down by the nearby bar when you had far too much to drink places that you need to grow fond of beide the lavender hue beside the...

Most modern writers lack the skill and drive to possess our minds for very long. I want to be driven to think and having done so, realize another step in my life's dream EmilyDickinson is one of my favorite writers as is Walt Whitman, different yet both tough the inner soul so resolutely Hard...

TRUMP SMELLS B.O. TRUMP SMELLS B.O. BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO GOT ME PLACES TO GO SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER TRUMP SMELLS B.O. I know years to know used to being with your history...

the water lies beneath a brook under a bridge their are frogs under the embankment among the marsh there’s a sloppy mess twisted chords of ivory line the trussle i stand alone frightened but yet alive intact this is the dream I had among fallen elf drop soup bowls filled with the residue of...

With physical illness a way of mitigating the problem. With mental illness there may be side effects like ticks or even more severe symptoms but can they always be reliably traced back to the root cause? It is no good thinking the problem is all in the mind, it may be but what can be done to...

scattered during these quiet moments left to realize its inner source to blend out of illusion or a parted quest friend to cling to..., cigarettes a partner's quest his kiss throws ya chased behind a spinning wheel be mine forever as the magic grim desperate..., bury me deep inside...

His presence took us a way, Far from tie your mother down.., Freddie we love you still I want to ride my bicycle Crystal clear in this think called love From the childhood to adulthood I’ve never got bored of the voice, Like people have coffee to start their day, I have your voice, I need...

don't answer me the noise from the thick concrete altough windows are opened the stark hinderance to reach the Apollo can teach given someone to reach pillows with cotton silk with satin debris sorry what you mean claim the game of mean Love in concrete the reason why we leap parade in foxes...

I sit back to reflect Of what I expect, Life to be With just you and me I thought that it would be A life that was easy and free Where we could come & go And often take things slow We could take a long ride Or take a walk side by side There would be strolling hand in hand While walking on good...

each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose an untimely gift so you get my drift in a center from the mind you got this a tender swept deal amidst the pain zero in on a name heros plain each day is a gift if you get my drift soft sorrow in the drift live in...

blisters on my temple the latent swan emerges cancelling its fig as a man I thought I was in engrossed wandering through a yankee smile pee dripped under the sink sorry to give you time to think driven by a donkey loose in fixtures so that you can deliver masquerade in a tulip zone firm to...

A lot of times as poets we are sort of grasping at straws as we come near the no it all. In part or certain way we have criticized another's words, We can only do what we can do at times we have to suck it up and be a man Let the reader understand, Preachers and teachers the decision is there's...