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The cold Modelo tastes like heaven and I sit spinning my half empty mug on the bar. A big guy approaches me. I see him coming out of the corner of my eye.

"I don't like the way you're a-lookin' at my woman," he says. Now wait a minute, I have been starring into my beer and tripping down Memory Lane for the last hour, at least. I look at him; his hat says his name is John Deere. Then I look at her. She is attractive, in a last-woman-on-earth kind of way... O boy. Here we go again. Now,…

walking thru the sands of time asking God when she will be mine,

He laughs and snickers and with a grin He says,

"love for you is such a sin,

i've made a promise to the females below,

that you my friend will walk alone,

no lips will touch yours and no one will cheer,

you my friend will walk alone..here,"

i brushed the sands…

Have you ever loved someone so much you cry when you think about how much you do? Not in a bad way, but as if your sad they'll never know how much you love them. In your relationship you'll find up and downs, but love eachother more and more through all of the pain, and hurt. I never thought I'd love someone the way I love him. He makes me smile at the sound of his voice. I love the sound of his laugh. His smile makes the stars look like there not shining. It's amazing what I feel for this…

my hands are lifed i'm ready to fly,

my heart is pumping i hope i don't die,

i'm fly and standing,

i'm free as a bird,

i'm in love with another but it can not be my turn,

she wants to be friends and i understand,

i can push back these feelings,yes i am a man,

though my sex is on fire and wanting to flow,…

For all our Western liberal democratic traditions and individualist rhetoric, we are a collectivist, Gnostic people who long ago swallowed the horse-pill of Marxist determinism and chased it with a vial of structuralist poison, causing an ugly growth of confused moral relativism. We no longer trust ourselves, we no longer trust what we see, convinced that appearance is illusion and that there lurks below the surface some absolute but discoverable structural system. With no genuine faith left…

As We Dance

The music softly plays

our eyes meet like the sun's rays

You place your hands gently

around my waist as we dance.

Our moves are together

In…

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All I Can Do Is Stand

Poems From The Heart Mind Body And Soul

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Seasons With And Without…

This book will keep the reader intrigued from beginning to end. Here is a sample of what the reader will enjoy from this book of life related poems. I'm talking about poems that the Author has felt due to love-loss-abuse etc.…

After you've done all you can-You just stand. I have a book that has been given to me by God. The Holy spirit was upon me the whole time as I wrote this powerful book.

Often so many times in our lives we forget that we have been standing through the most devastating tragedies that life has thrown at us. The tears wouldn't stop falling as each page was written. After completion my whole life…

Another book of life related poems from

the heart-mind body and soul.

What Is A Rose?

What is a rose?

A thought, a feeling, a gesture,

Is it given under hot or mild…

her eyes are blue like the sky,

i wonder if she wonders why,

she is beautiful in a Christian way,

if i met her what would i say,

she has red hair and a funny looking smile,

if we met would we talk for awhile,

it's forbidden to feel this way,

i should forget her no feelings stay,

what am i am man threw…

Doctors, Lawyers, Warriors and Thieves written by Dennis E. Hayes is an autobiography about his formative years of growing up in the fifties and sixties in the most violent city in America during the Race riots. It depicts the events of his life that influenced him to enlist in the United States Marine Corps along with others to serve their country in a time of an unpopular war. It reflects the many paths of men who served in Vietnam with their aspirations of becoming Doctors and…

Here is the Prologue to "Trouble in Paradox: A Creative Memior" by A.P. Eberhart (Copyrighted material).

How do I introduce such a book? Does the world really need to hear another tale of wilderness adventure? I doubt it. Thus I must first warn the reader that this is not a book about wild adventure--though there is some adventure, and a good deal of wildness. Second, I must warn the reader that this prologue is little more than the author attempting to…

the waves they crash on the shore of bleached white sand,

two lovers love and walk hand in hand,

all is well love flows like sweet honey,

the day it's bright but not too sunny,

in the midst are the trees stands a man,

his eyes red,he's been crying,

slowly inside he's been dieing,

he feels alone,like the only one,…

i pound my fists the blood it flows,

i hate this secret no one knows,

i hate to feel so alone,

i hate that no one can ever know,

dammed,

silent,

still,

i cut at my skin i want to see my blood,

i'm angry all the time why can't anyone see this mud,

my clothes they reek of sin and…

the ice is cracking all around me i'm afraid what i might find,

the voices are howling very loudly about the great devine,

my skin is tingling,my hands they shake,my head is spinning,

my body aches,

whats happening to me?

why do i feel light and free?

i drop to my knees,i'm going mad!

i feel happy,lonely,sad,…