the people who I have pleasent things to say to, have made it impossible to message them.

I understand that many people are rude and obscene, and I understand that you don't want be bothered by people who are trying to catch a fish that has already been caught, but we are here to make friends and share ideas.

don't let them stop you from getting messages from would be friends or even people that just want to say something on a personal level.

your missing out.

why is the newest additions to a topic at the end of the pages, put them at the beginning. I shouldn't have to scroll through and fight to get to the newest posts, please make them first.

reverse the forums please

why is there censorship in the creative writing forum,

all I can see is " what three words really "

so I will consider really as meaning reality

reality consists of

thusness

my own perception

and these words


dharmatā is still the primary and subsequently essential incompassing the logic I base this on

I think I win

Love is a pure white canvas
Painted delicate pink with innocence, and youthful candidness.

Speckled with the midnight blue of the melancholy loneliness, found in the sadness of separation all lovers must atone with.

With deep, thick stroks of passionate red a radiantly representative shade of the physical connection made, a soul contract paid

The luminous shine, of a golden yellow glow surrounding the scene. A Sublime sentiment of loves all incompassing power to redeem.

The pitch black drips a display of the emptiness and uter madness derived from thoughts of loves permanent absence.

The enchanting presence of Royal purple and all of its regality symbolic of the magnificence of an existence held in the Majestic Elegance of true loves bliss. Depicting the silhouettes of lovers embrace as they seal each others fate's with passion and promise bound by a kiss.


By
David Michael Goad II

because they are not satisfied with them selves,
and are dishonest with everyone else about it.

selfish in a nutshell

being loved

my children

knowing that I have reached enlightenment, and will not be sent back into this nightmare.

I think you are a wise and thoughtful man, please read my poetry in the poems and creative writing section, also I have made some comments in this thread, furthermore I would like to be your friend please reach out to me, should you be so inclined.

thank you

Michael

I'm sorry David, keep your head up!

change is in the wind.

make sure you don't take it for granted my dear brother.

love is precious, and it's been waiting for you to be ready and responsible enough to care for.

Your time us coming, act accordingly.

Michael

yes, but both are wrong. unless you're unable to physically connect with your lover you are doing both of you an injustice by not showing the affection that is as natural and necessary to all living creatures as air or food.

if I love a woman and she becomes paralyzed, I will not abandon her. But if she makes a conscious decision to arbitrary disregard my needs she is selfish and unworthy of my love!

Sex without love is a degradation of the beauty that God planed for it to be.

it's not romantic, it's degenerative and disrespectful to our creator.

that's why all the porno videos have titles like brother ****s step mom, and dad and daughter suck neighbors dick.

it's a plot against God, and against the moral standards of our cultures.

sorry Ava I'm not attacking you, please know I'm your friend, I'm just expressing my opinion.

maybe I'm wrong if so, please tell me.

GO HARD,

****in right! all during the day, and through out the night,

I gotta go Hard.

I'm living proof that poetry is power earned through pain as real and as Hard as tempered steel, this ain't for the soft or faint of heart, Not at all a game.I am a poet and I have earned my tittle and and every bit of The prestige it imparts. And any who might doubt my manhood, or the content of my character. I will gladly demonstrate exactly what I'm about. See me in the street, **** victory, and **** defeat.

Glory will be mine either way and just as sweet!

I will be respected, I will never kneel!! I will stand and die like a Man shamelessly on my own two feet!!

Fists, knives, or guns, My guarantee is that by the time it's all said and done I will have caused you pain and you will show me respect and you will remember my name!!

David Michael Goad the second a fearless poet and a force with which to reckoned

I will only ever use violence or cause harm when acting in defense.

I'm meaner than a rattlesnake and twice as fast.

tread on me and that step is your last.

I recommend a non-physical approach where you can safely avoid getting to close.

A true contender, a Worthy opponent could face his enemy using Words As weapons, a Battle of mental dexterity using cleverness and wit the razor sharp blades of my tongue are all I need to destroy my enemy with.

Very few can call them selves poets, written word as a means of self expression.

The exquisite Art I masterfully wield with absolute perfection.

You must be rugged and full of grit.

I openly challenge any man or woman who believe they have the mental acuity to step with me into the arena,

Were all can see.

But you better be ready,

I will be.

Firm and steady attacking with precision providing an awe inspiring vision. as I make a spectacularlly unfathomable and unparalleled display.

Entertaining all I hope are witness as I destroy you, crushing you in every possible way.

I warn all who would be adversaries sharpen your minds and come correct.

I will provide no quarter once on the battlefield, there will be no mercy for you to expect.

It's no challenge to sit in the stands and critique a gladiator safely from the comfort and security of seat.

Step into the ring with honor and pride fight with all your might. passionately for victory,
valiantly for Glory,
forcing history to tell your story,

giving it all you've got,

no plan B,

Existence purely in that moment unflinchingly focused and fully engaged

excepting nothing less than your destiny.

Truly alive.

No fear

No pain

No other thoughts clouding your brain.

Fighting fiercely embracing life in the present with absolute clarity!

Awake and aware

Alert and alive


I'm excited!
Who wants some?

This is my time!!

Get in line!!


By David Michael Goad II




I WILL NOT SUFFER FUTURE COWARDS LURKING BEHIND MY BACK DECEITFULLY PLANNING TREACHERY AGAINST ME!!

ALL WHO DO WILL BE DEALT WITH HARSHLY, THEY WILL BE PUNISHED SWIFTLY AND MERCILESSLY.

MICHEAL,

PRINCE OF HEAVEN

THE BLACK BUTTERFLY

THE GLADIATOR OF GLADIOLUS

THE KING OF CUPS

MASTER OF WORDS AND EMOTIONS

THE GOAD OF GOD

DAVID MICHAEL GOAD II

ARCHANGEL

GENERAL OF GODS ANGEL'S

MICHEAL

thank you

Thank you

Thank you

thank you

I like the 90s version of night of the living dead, directed by Tom Savini

When twin souls converge
From the selfless act of submission to another does emerge a statement to the universe,

seen as a declaration of intention proclaiming loudly loves intervention echoing though out the vastness of God's invention

Stiring cosmic jubilation, and divine appreciation for the experience of spiritual coagulation.

From the chaos of creation after eons of deliberation two souls destined to meet in collaboration.

To share a journey through time and space, hand in hand on life's stage, full of grace.

A Love so grand the weight of worlds could not displace.

locked in each other's gravity their binary Dance is profomed flawlessly.

Orbiting each other with each rotation nearly absorbing each other

Until they do,

becoming one out of what was two.


By David Michael Goad II

nice poem, Sigma is better than alpha

If I can find the words to give the justice her image deserves

A picture of the woman for whom I have been reserved, with just a tiny glint of her vivacious curves. I'm feeling lightning flashing through me, inspiring these words.

Her image forces me to experience an erotic ebullition. My twin flame, my prophetess of metaphysical scintillation.

The sight of her is aphrodisiacal, her radiant spark ever so paradisiacal, she kindles my soul into a coruscation, combustion then glowing candescence. All from a picture, merely The idea of her presense.

Indeed the sight invokes thoughts of you with me physically, your Noble feminine form and you're opulent essence I can see so vividly, I adore your amenable skin, your life force so full of energy. Imagining the smell and feel of your lush sumptuous hair, the taste of your delectable lips, and the sensual paroxysm I would feel from your delicate kiss that I could only compare to Nirvana, or heavenly bliss.

Ten thousand words could not describe the connection I feel for you inside, from a mere picture, It must be heavenly devine.

nor can words even when put into rhyme, portray the white hot fire that will be created when our twin souls intertwine.

My body close to the thine manifesting the impenetrable fortress of our loves eternal bind, safe in our palatial shrine.

Even if all I can get is a picture of her, I thank God and the universe divine, for allowing me this cherished depiction of her, my soul's definition of perfection and Grace.

A vision of true love, the personification of Hope and Faith

Proof my soul's twin flame

How Blessed I am to exist in this your same
time and space.
And that I was Worthy enough to look upon your beautiful face.

I now have a picture I can hold in my mind, and I can at least see you, and know that perhaps one day,

I might call you mine.


By
David Michael Goad II