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If i was to write a guide
on how to be a man it would not sell unless to those pure hearted who did not understand but IF I was to write a guide on how to be a good man it also would not sell For how am I to know if I am justified in writing something I do not understand unless to those who also do not understand falling victim into deceitful hands Who should come first what to say how to feel and quench the thirst on soft hands they should lay times like today wither me away as my innocence falls pray to the times decay Not so long ago attractions were attained by all size 14 Cup size B braw Handsome face and a little chase no man nor woman would think to forfeit on the game or race easy pickens but now HOW we have changed our point of view what's new what we fit into what we should be NOT what we can do we invent things to help us? a mind frame to vanquish and blind ashes to ashes dust to dust disgust bronze tans and metal men shall rust and be forgotten before days end before dawns dusk I hold my head a weep for now I only dream of you with doubt in my heart and fear in my soul if we should never meet or have we already? perhaps I didn't see you blinded by attraction thoughts too heavy can barely hold them steady flying through the air in small pieces as if confetti What has happened? When I was a little boy they would read to me stories and rather playing with cheap toys I dreamt of you standing before me but now that little boy is gone how fading vibrations disappear from a song once sung I write to spite it all how stories built up on stone walls and fall A guide on how to be a man humbug A man is only whole once that void has been filled once all the trust has been spilled all deceit killed when two people meet and form one soul that's real Not frail, but strong colorful, not pale on storm water seas set sail :Roberto Loera ©Feb.2009 Anyone care to name this one? |
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Heck NO! That was amazing and as my jaw drops to the floor, I cannot come up with words to describe its beauty. Great job but sorry, no name.
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Heck NO! That was amazing and as my jaw drops to the floor, I cannot come up with words to describe its beauty. Great job but sorry, no name. ~Kristi  Thank you so much
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Cool Write Rawb
 I have a title. Title: Guiding Missed Souls  Not that you have to name it that. But if I wrote that poem that is the title I would have used, lol. |
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Edited by
RawB
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Wed 02/18/09 05:28 AM
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Cool Write Rawb I have a title. Title: Guiding Missed Souls Not that you have to name it that. But if I wrote that poem that is the title I would have used, lol. Thank you for reading, and giving the suggestion
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"on soft hands they should lay times like today wither me away as my innocence falls pray to the times decay" very nice, your writing leaves me longing for something that seems just out of reach.  |
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"Not for sale"
Some things are truly priceless, this is one of 'em...... |
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Raw this is an amazing piece. WOW!!!. This is one that leaves a person with plenty to ponder.
AS for a name there are so many things that come to mind. This stanza: I hold my head a weep for now I only dream of you with doubt in my heart and fear in my soul if we should never meet Leaves to to think the name should speak of a longing, or maybe a tomorrow. "yesterdays longings" Or maybe "waiting for my tomorrows. I would have a paticularly hard time naming this piece. I'm sure you'll come up with something fitting. Good job Raw. Great piece. |
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If i was to write a guide on how to be a man it would not sell unless to those pure hearted who did not understand but IF I was to write a guide on how to be a good man it also would not sell For how am I to know if I am justified in writing something I do not understand unless to those who also do not understand falling victim into deceitful hands Who should come first what to say how to feel and quench the thirst on soft hands they should lay times like today wither me away as my innocence falls pray to the times decay Not so long ago attractions were attained by all size 14 Cup size B braw Handsome face and a little chase no man nor woman would think to forfeit on the game or race easy pickens but now HOW we have changed our point of view what's new what we fit into what we should be NOT what we can do we invent things to help us? a mind frame to vanquish and blind ashes to ashes dust to dust disgust bronze tans and metal men shall rust and be forgotten before days end before dawns dusk I hold my head a weep for now I only dream of you with doubt in my heart and fear in my soul if we should never meet or have we already? perhaps I didn't see you blinded by attraction thoughts too heavy can barely hold them steady flying through the air in small pieces as if confetti What has happened? When I was a little boy they would read to me stories and rather playing with cheap toys I dreamt of you standing before me but now that little boy is gone how fading vibrations disappear from a song once sung I write to spite it all how stories built up on stone walls and fall A guide on how to be a man humbug A man is only whole once that void has been filled once all the trust has been spilled all deceit killed when two people meet and form one soul that's real Not frail, but strong colorful, not pale on storm water seas set sail :Roberto Loera ©Feb.2009 Anyone care to name this one? "I Am Only a Man" This is probably the loveliest thing you've written. |
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