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CranMalReign

Originally posted by Being Enlightened
Look so perfect
I remove your covering
Naked for all to see
Hold you in my hand
Even more enticing
Lick my lips with anticipation
Open my mouth
Take you in
So smooth on my tongue
A mouth full of sweet, sticky goodness
I swallow you down
Bit by bit
Inch by inch
Until you are completely consumed




And then throw away the peel

Oooo... you maneater!

Nice to see one about you ("you" meaning female) being the bad guy instead of the victim. And almost proud of it. Glorious!

CranMalReign

Originally posted by Being Enlightened
Here's a poem and a quote and then some good lyrics. The quote ties two totally unrelated emotions together that, I suppose, maybe, are somehow related? Or just relative to me.


My eyes water

And my heart aches

I poured it out to someone

And they will never hear

Couldn't hear even though I want them to

I'll tell myself it's better this way

I'll know I'm only lying to myself



"What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach. So you get what we had here last week. Which is the way he wants it, well, he gets it! And I don't like it anymore than you men." - Strother Martin (from the film Cool Hand Luke)

Civil War - (Slash/Duff McKagen/Axl Rose)

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'You wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
An I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feed the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homocide
And history bears the scars of our civil war

"We practice selective annihilation of mayors and government officials. For example, to create a vacuum, then we fill that vacuum. As popular war advances, peace is closer" *

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway

* Peruvian Guerilla General

Ah... a little Use Your Illusion II. Good stuff. GN'R: My first ever favorite band.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by CranMalReign
Ah... a little Use Your Illusion II. Good stuff. GN'R: My first ever favorite band.

Oh my god! You too! I used to have those guys plastered all over my bedroom walls and a different t-shirt for every day of the week!

Being Enlightened

One kid unloved
One kid beaten
One kid kidnapped
One kid molested
One kid burned
One kid locked-up
One kid bullied
One kid knifed
One kid shot
One kid raped
One kid drowned
One kid over-dosed
One kid slashed
One kid hung
One kid jumped
...
One kid too many

Being Enlightened

This one's for my best friend since childhood. She's a beautiful, loving, giving, caring girl. I've truly been so lucky to have her throughout my life. Always encouraging and never judgemental. Truly an angel. I only wish she had wings so she could fly by and visit more often. And I know your not logging on girl but I know you're reading and probably shirking grading papers to do so and I love you for it!!! BTW- She's a writer and a teacher! (she was the smart one ).

Too many rings
My heart starts to sink
But then
Your sweet voice is on the line
Images of yesteryear
Flash across my mind's eye
When we'd bake cookies
When we saw AHA at Massey Hall
When we'd go to your house
At lunch break
And watch stupid soaps
And I'd drag you to all
Those cheesy horror flicks
And you'd make me
Watch movies with sub-titles
And how your mom and dad
Were so sweet to me
That reflects so much in you
All that kind-hearted love
Not that we weren't bad
We made our crank calls
And ordered pizzas
To other people's houses
And held our breath at the pool
Until that girl we were hiding from left
Now though we're miles apart
When we speak
It's as if no time has past
Although so much has
And we're SO different
You so studious and smart and shy
Me so wild and wacky and silly
We just accept eachother as is
Your friendship is the most beautiful
It's been one of the few constant
Most comfortable and wonderful
Things that has ever entered my life
I think you know that I love you
And I hope you know that you
Are one of the best things to ever happen to me!

coleen

you are the loveliest most wonderfulest sweetest and amazingest girls in the world.



we're so lucky to have you here.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by coleen
you are the loveliest most wonderfulest sweetest and amazingest girls in the world.



we're so lucky to have you here.

We're also lucky to SPANK you, too.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
We're also lucky to SPANK you, too.

Come on! Bring it on! Leave a hand print or two!

PS. Thanks coleen---but you'll know that if you check your PM's!

Being Enlightened

Upsidedown
Chained
Ridiculed
Burn Me
Brand Me
Just can't stand me
Well,
I'm just burned
I'm just branded
I'm just one you just can't stand
Ridicule only makes me stronger
Your chains can't bind me
But they tend to turn me on
And being upsidedown makes it easier
For me to pleasure you

Being Enlightened

Sad night. Consoling my sister whose man just left with a kiss and hasn't called for 3 days. Too depressed to write my own shit. So, today I leave you with some words from Leonard Cohen from Stranger Music.

With Annie gone,
Whose eyes to compare
With the sunrise?

Not that I did compare,
But I do compare
Now that she's gone.

Being Enlightened

You drink the liquid,
You take the bottle,
And smash it
And gore me
And I feel nothing.
My body your canvas.
Now that I'm tortured
I'm a work of art?.
Anyone can pay a dime
And see the sights,
But for you hide me away.
A dirty, filthy little secret
Gnawing at your subconcious.
But until the dawn breaks
You can love me and hold me
And know that I'm yours alone.






















Hmmm, what the heck is CranMalReign talking about?

CranMalReign

Originally posted by Being Enlightened
You drink the liquid,
You take the bottle,
And smash it
And gore me
And I feel nothing.
The liquid my blood,
The bottle my heart,
My body your canvas.
Now that I'm tortured
I'm a work of art?.
Anyone can pay a dime
And see the sights,
But for you hide me away.
A dirty, filthy little secret
Gnawing at your subconcious.
But until the dawn breaks
You can love me and hold me
And know that I'm yours alone.

I really like the metaphor in this one BE. If I may be so bold as to make one observation... I think this poem could benefit from a little less "point out exactly what the metaphor is" in the liquid/bottle lines. Of course, you can just say "eff off, Yankee" and I'd be fine with that, too.

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by CranMalReign
I really like the metaphor in this one BE. If I may be so bold as to make one observation... I think this poem could benefit from a little less "point out exactly what the metaphor is" in the liquid/bottle lines. Of course, you can just say "eff off, Yankee" and I'd be fine with that, too.

Yeah, I could just say "eff off, Yankee" but I'd rather sing Yankee Doodle, eh. Observation noted and thanks to the Yank!

Being Enlightened

I walked in the cold December rain
And wondered where the snow was
After all, it's Christmas time
All those houses with beautiful lights
And all that warmth
I knew I had one to go back to
Quaint and simple though it may be
Still somewhere to go to be sheltered
And food and drink to be had
Then I got to thinking
I thought of a gift I'd like to give
I'd like to collect all the
poor, cold, hungry, lonely, weary, lost, mistreated, abused, battered, molested, raped, chained, homeless, loveless, disabled, diseased, hurt, empty, addicted, sold out, grief-stricken, abandoned, bullied, burned, tortured, undesireable, sad, depressed, disgusting, distraught, souls,
Wrap them up just right, real nice
With the shiniest red paper around
And a big white bow
I'd attach a cute little sticky card
And it would be addressed to God.
(I wish something could heal all the pain!)

CranMalReign

Originally posted by Being Enlightened
I walked in the cold December rain
And wondered where the snow was
After all, it's Christmas time
All those houses with beautiful lights
And all that warmth
I knew I had one to go back to
Quaint and simple though it may be
Still somewhere to go to be sheltered
And food and drink to be had
Then I got to thinking
I thought of a gift I'd like to give
I'd like to collect all the
poor, cold, hungry, lonely, weary, lost, mistreated, abused, battered, molested, raped, chained, homeless, loveless, disabled, diseased, hurt, empty, addicted, sold out, grief-stricken, abandoned, bullied, burned, tortured, undesireable, sad, depressed, disgusting, distraught, souls,
Wrap them up just right, real nice
With the shiniest red paper around
And a big white bow
I'd attach a cute little sticky card
And it would be addressed to God.
(I wish something could heal all the pain!)

It's as if God has abandoned them... or forgotten them... and that is a sad thought that I'm sure many of them share.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

You can always buy them Star Wars toys.
Star Wars toys heal everything.
Everything.

B.E.'s heart is big and bouncy and filled with hugs.

CranMalReign

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley

B.E.'s heart is big and bouncy and filled with hugs.

that reminds me of:

"You make rainbows shoot out of my fingertips!"

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by CranMalReign
that reminds me of:

"You make rainbows shoot out of my fingertips!"

What's that from? Never heard it b'fore.

CranMalReign

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
What's that from? Never heard it b'fore.

I said it to my girlfriend once. :X

Being Enlightened

Originally posted by CranMalReign
I said it to my girlfriend once. :X

CMR that's sweet! She's lucky to have you and you're lucky to have her!

And yes, Radar, I wish hugs and Star Wars toys would make it all better! At least they help!