I want to wake up to your warm embrace
See a smile on that beautiful face
Love you liked you've never been loved
Be the woman you've always dreamed of
Set you on fire
Fulfill your desires
Excite you
Ignite you
Make all your dreams come true
You lovin me & me lovin you me

Making my skin crawl thinking of the invasion-luckily I've never experienced this

Would said andriod have any respect for us?

If we built it would it not have flaws?

Now that's real urban write!!

Any chance you were at anytime from NYC?

i like the effort
its nice to see when people flex their imaginations

You baked me a pie,
Full of beautiful lies,
And served it up on a silver plate.

It looked and smelled right,
So I didn’t put up a fight,
When the taste was a bit… off.

Eagerly you wait,
For me to finish my bait,
I should have seen the pretense in your eyes.

Under the guise of a new pie,
Filled with the same lies,
The taste became more and more bitter.

Your poison is spreading,
And my will is shedding,
As you say, just one more bite.

Finally it hits me,
It’s not what’s in the pie, but what’s missing,
That’s terrorizing me from the inside out.

I’m done with your pies,
But I can still taste the lies,
Now it’s your FACE that’s making me sick.

MLM ~ 8-11-09

This is my wish for you:

Comfort on difficult days,
smiles when sadness intrudes,
rainbows to follow the clouds,
laughter to kiss your lips,
sunsets to warm your heart,
hugs when spirits sag,
beauty for your eyes to see,
friendships to brighten your being,
faith so that you can believe,
confidence for when you doubt,
courage to know yourself,
patience to accept the truth,
Love to complete your life.

She tells of your pies
filled with lies
and topped with 'whys'
Yet she still tries

She tries to understand
why your pies so bland
concealed by a fake brand

A brand that stands out
"I'm delicious" it touts
Than begins to shout.

It shouts all it can
But alas the pie is bland
cleverly concealed by a fake brand

The ingredient being apples of deceit
Pretending to be a wholesome treat
The crust made from a false wheat

These pies are quick to spoil
causing the victim to recoil

But now I can tell you man to man
you should know that your pies are bland

For two months now
Your work progresses
On a house for me
Or we, once abandoned
Breathing life again
Feelings shown in tearing out
Gutting the old, hauling away
Unneeded debris, starting clean.

The straight line of a wall
A true measure of
What's left unsaid
An even floor for
Sure footing, stumbles
Far less likely
Rooms come into view
With your careful
Attention to detail.

You labor on daily
The sweat of your brow
As your arms flex
Under the weight of
Heavy boards lifted
Keeping perfect balance
As you work, a feat
To see, not unnoticed by me.

I plot the layout of
Rooms, colors, painting
What goes where
When we're done
You, far less interested
In the gloss, the make-up
Knowing you have provided
A solid foundation.

Even with your voice silent
Your work shows clearly
An ability to follow through
With an end result that's
Pleasing to us both.

Knowing My Place

It welled up
from that place
the rains fell
and my knees
up to my knees.
Her confidence
stands out as strongly
as the fury coming from her
place.
Place, is it home?
I do not need a man
she says. You do not need
a man,
as she walks through her door
and fixes him dinner.
Alone, the two,
in the corner talking,
whispering the day's events.
No she does not need.
She does not know my..
place. It does not feel
like my home, either.
The rains still fall.
On my knees,
up to my knees.
Damn that leak.

Raine Les 8/13/2009

This is about a girl that was sold by her parents to a man she didn't know...Sadly, this is still going on today

Never a thought
Never a touch
My soul is bought
Not even a whispered hush


It is wrong
the truth never kind
what monsters had gone
and sold a mere child


My child hood was taken
my innocense was too
My parents never knew the mistake they were making
When they sold me to you


it was for the best
they told me through farewell kisses and smiles
and money was given in zest
as they sold a mere child

The deal was made
The price was given
They made me a slave
You were the only heaven

Not an encouraging word
Not even a smile
You were my husband and lord
When you bought a mere child

I am older now
wiser too
But no touch, just a frown
as though it bothers you

a smile comes here and there
But fades after awhile
I often see you stare
But turn away in guilt for buying a mere child

worked for Doctor Who for years...

I’m having a tough time reconciling that view with the myriad of different emotions.

Apathy for instance.

I don’t see how that could possibly contribute in any way to mating/gene replication.

Unless you postulate that some emotions are aberrant – that there is some factor that can alter emotional response such that the result is counter to the mating/replication goal. In which case, wouldn’t the aberrative factor have to directly effect the genes?

Just trying to mix things up a little.