Perfectionist,dare-th me.A Shepard sway away;from beyond the windows,of wind with change all willmend and never bend.Simple yet true must I thrustupon you,these eyes of darkfreeze to the seasas a shallow light carriesme.these few moments let it benot for me there to see.eternal endeared.inspiring lights up the nightuntil eter... More..
A weapon concealed of a timely effortan essence that cannot be controlledunfolding in mere suffering to bear andto hold in a time to overcometo endure pain with the strength to containto undergo with firmness with the power ofdetermination to continue with a resolution(not on the menu)that persists and continueto evade Expose... More..
NFL doghouse? the public eye maybe.All in all the NFL reputation may be at stake.As we all know, there is much trouble in sports these days.As for Michael Vick's dogfighting,he got caught so now he is center ring; let the fight began.Weigh in the charges:It's Vick against the NFL,the NFL against the publicand the public the r... More..
'The note on the Walls stand tall,some strong and some straight(even strange)although were all the same.Sometimes we falter,sometimes we fall,while all others hide behind the blinds of life.As time heals all broken hearts,we've all has foughtthe same fight.Over-and-over again when will we learn? All has been heard and all has... More..
In the middle of the night,my thoughts cry out-My breath takes breathlessly, I sink from within.My loveless strays me awake in the middle of the night.Passionately separates- iintimacy in a destined way.In the middle of the night,a cold chill fills the room;I stare into the night's gloom.The fluoresced shadowsfrom light posts... More..
Ink filled dreams of silk. Despite everything it seems that sometimes a wish is just a wish and a kiss is just a kiss. As the wilted ink of silk`seem to appear as a dreamless meaning,a minor satisfaction,but the thoughts I could do nothing about.As long as time is long yet.Cannot be defined,where does all this ink incline?Fil... More..
The reality of spirituality is sometimes a feeling of life and death.A mere reality of acceptance.Understanding the concepts of determination.The realization of belief and the mentality of confidence.Considering ones reality to be of one who have felt the spiritual belief of satisfaction.The sacrifices of determining why?The ... More..
A daring young man once asked me,could I learn from my experiences?I told him no!.A perpetrator once defined,as to be of an natural age;an ability to love now a phase.The integrity forbidden yet now such a manner in-which it can be portrayed by those who once had trust.The master-mind of deduction now opposed to none.The scie... More..
As the sky fell asleep in my arms you came to be.you sweep me off my feet and left my soul to weepthere in the darkness where I seek~through thedark meadow-ed creek,there I keep secrets ofwhat we use to be,every-time I lay down to sleep.it seems like it's been a week~after your darknesscame and kissed me on my cheek,I became ... More..
The winds of time trades its hand~withering in the wind stranded bare.A snare from my under ware you refuse to tear,from beneath the wind I use to ware.Breathing deeply from in-between the sheets~sheik and sweet eyes so weak.Listening to Cr's and wondering why~scared to death as the fears subside.Cleansing from the tears that... More..
Martha Black
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