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Your name is a love song to me

I’m stricken

Broken for you

I’m sick from love

The pain is as a million knives to my heart

I will seek your face from dawn till dusk

I will seek you alone till I find you

Bring me home to you

Bring me unto you

For I’m weary of these treacherous roads

I’m weary because I know how dreadful you are

Yet I love you so

Oh lover of my soul

You’re the very fabric of my existence

In you alone I live move and breath

Oh how I love you so, with every bit of me

My heart is yours

Yours to keep or kill

For I am sick from love and wish not to be cured

Let me wallow in you 

Let my heart bleed for you

For my love for you is as a scarlet cord

None can comprehend the whole of it. 

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I was seven when I first heard his story.
I still hear the voices of his people screaming and chanting “Free Mandela”
And the voice of a female singing “Winnie Mandela”
It was the story of hope in the face of persecution
Strength and Will in the face of oppression
A woman standing as a soldier beside her husband
Laying their lives for the lives of the weak

A humble man giving up everything for an idea he believed in.
The idea of freedom and equity
He was broken in body but not in spirit
His pain would draw the light back to a generation riddled with darkness
His tears would be between him and his GOD
But his sacrifice was for all men

The sages say; in every generation, there are 36 Tzadiks (righteous hearts) on the earth
Sent to justify mankind’s continued existence before GOD
I believe Mandiba was one of them
A light in a dark society
A beacon of hope for generations to come
A seed of yesterday for a new breed of humanity
He came, he saw, he conquered!
Heaven has gained its angel back
A Star’s been lit up in the galaxies
And men will tell his story over and over again

RIP Mandiba!

~ GE

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Love, Life and Poetry

Naughty Things You Can Only Say On Thanksgiving……………..

1. Talk about a huge breast!
2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.
3. It’s Cool Whip time!
4. If I don’t undo my pants, I’ll burst!
5. That’s one terrific spread!
6. I’m in the mood for a little dark meat.
7. Are you ready for seconds yet?
8. Its a little dry, do you still want to eat it?
9. Just wait your turn, you’ll get some!
10. Don’t play with your meat.
11. Just spread the legs open & stuff it in.
12. Do you think you’ll be able to handle all these people at once?
13. I didn’t expect everyone to come at once!
14. You still have a little bit on your chin.
15. How long will it take after you stick it in?
16. You’ll know it’s ready when it pops up

happy turkey…

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They say calm down
You’re too intense
He says sorry
We can’t be friends anymore
I ask why?
He says; cos you have way too much baggage
She says; you freak the hell out of me
I ask why?
She says; cos you’re weird

Once upon a time
They all wanted to be my friend
But that was many moons ago
I barely remember those days now
All I remember is the anger
Constantly being angry
Always overacting to everything
I’m not sure I know how I got here

Then I met him
He smiled at me and called me beautiful
I said; you don’t want me!
He said; why?
I said; because I’m damaged
I’ll love you way too hard
I’ll obsess over you & cling to you like my life depended on it
I’ll stalk you on every social network
Beg for a kiss with every chance I get
Make you the king of my heart
You will love the way I love you
Our love will be the best you’ll ever have

Then one day
You’ll do or say something that’ll make me cry
You’ll watch me easily forgive you
Because I can’t bare the thought of losing you
Then you’ll become nonchalant and easily offended
And hurt me over & over again
Suddenly I’ll scream and fight back for the first time
Suddenly you’ll think of me a psycho
Suddenly you’ll realize how damaged I was from the start
And It was just your love that saved me

Then I’ll let you into my dark side
You’ll see the father who wasn’t there
A mother who used me as a bargaining chip
The step-father who made me his punching bag
The men who held me down as a feeble teen and raped me
You’ll see my pain and ask
Who did this to you?
And I’ll say; it was you

Because you weren’t there
Because you never stood up for me
Because you weren’t my salvation
Damaged is what I am
Damaged is what I’ve become
And my sins are yours
Yours to repay

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It’s a new day
A new year and a time to be merry again
A time to repeat resolutions
Perhaps say new ones
And hope we keep to them this time
With fingers crossed and merry hearts

I hope this new day brings you joy
I pray this new year brings you blessings
I wish for your heart to find happiness all year long
I wish you all the love in the world this 2013

Happy New Year

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Goodbye my dear December
Last of the embers and my favorite member
Your yuletide I’ll be sure to remember
When autumn comes around with a bender

Say hi to November
October and September
Lost love and memories misremembered
From calendars ditched in attics and dustpans

Remember my December
That Santa makes you special
And good kids look to your return like Eastenders and Air Benders

But oh December my December
When you return next calendar
I’ll be here singing love songs
And mending hearts pumped with endorphins
So be sure to bring me more glad tidings
To make my heart merrier than bartenders with lavenders and high spenders

Goodbye December
Goodbye 2012
Thank you for all the many blessings

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His eyes are the perfect river
A blinding ray of exquisite sun down
Firm yet soft as moonlight at dusk
His lips were made to be craved
The pinnings of a hopeless heart

My sub-conscious hope for a perfect lover
An imperfectly perfect ecstasy
To want him is to long for pain
To have him is nothing but euphoria
A blissful moment in heaven
A lovers dreamland

Like Oliver, I’m left begging for more
For an exhilarating moment in eternity
One more moment only doomed for heart ache
One second to utopia

I wish only if he were mine
Mine to have, to keep and to hold
Not just for a moment in time
But for never ending
Like cinderella’s Prince Charming
But then again, if he was mine to keep
He wouldn’t be my forbidden fruit
And we don’t really know what happened to Prince Charming now, do we?

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