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HI AND GOOD BYE

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 12, 2010 by planetvegas

HI AND GOOD BYE

As days go on and on a sweet smell of roses with the same desire we believe, yet nothing-

but disarray of what one truly wants- lies and Good byes in & out the days,

no understanding really, two different languages, in all truth one may want a hello.

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Checkmate

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2010 by planetvegas

Checkmate

There was a time where we create, now we want to destroy, like troy—taking lives like they were toys; making decisions at a flip of a coin. No matter if its heads or tails, we’re off to war, No good reason for this tour. Finding yourself in a fox hole at nightfall wondering how this all got brought around. Solute your generals,
knell to your queens. For freedom? more like beans.

I love you, I love you not

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2010 by planetvegas

I love youI love you not

People say it when they aren’t actually even in love or know what it is.

When they finally do know what it is, it’s too late.

When you do find something or someone to love, you will care more than anything.

Sadly it comes in time. Believe me I know, I have tap danced first hand with love.

On the wrong foot it’s the most deadliest mountain, but in the right hands it’s the

most amazing thing you will ever experience.

The thing with love, it’s like death, you can’t hide from it, it finds all,

it’s just the matter of how you deal with it.

It Could Have Been

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by planetvegas

It Could Have Been:

When I looked into your beautiful green eyes, I just knew that might be the last time I could ever look again.
I could have touched your sweet lips, yet, I didn’t, though I knew that might have been my last chance.

I hugged you tightly with all the strength in my arms and heart.
I wasn’t giving up on you, just trying to let you go.
I wish that things had been different.
I still love you deeply and there isn’t a moment that goes by where I don’t think about you.

Yet, there could have been even more hurt, more pain,
because of an additional amount of love.
Enough love to make people go against the odds,
odds of which would have spoiled our hearts.

I was leaving and you were staying,
hundreds of miles away.
Too far to hear each others heart beats.
Knowing all that, still if I would have looked deeper into your eyes,
my eyes passing down to your lips.

Mind goes blank.
Eyes close slowly as my lips get closer to yours.
Lips touch for the first time.
Your eyes close and you kiss me back.
Our first and only kiss.

Feelings would have gotten stronger.
I would still never see you again.

It would have been the end of me.
Yet, I just hugged you one last time.
It could have been a falling kiss.
——-In memory of Tina

Make Up sex

Posted in Green Tree, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 23, 2009 by planetvegas

Make Up sex

We try not to fight, the drama excites, back & forth all day all night;

Iwished I never met you, you

wish you never knew me, it’s cruel.

It seems when things get too out of hand we jump on each other

ocean to sand. We don’t melt with love, it’s adrenaline from the anger of nothing being fixed or said

and our problems are delayed by the rock & shake of a bed.

True Beauty

Posted in Green Tree with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 17, 2009 by planetvegas

True Beauty

If you asked me what I thought was beautiful, I would reply “What’s in front of me at the moment”.

I know under all construction there’s a foundation awaiting an unclear finished product, it’s only a modest certainty to going under and a far sight view for the far side.

Don’t be afraid to live; don’t be shy to speak, stay steady you’re made of light; Give yourself the best image of you and it shall be filed contagious.

Dust to Dawn: Chapter 1

Posted in sanguine with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 22, 2009 by planetvegas

Dust to Dawn: Chapter 1

My heart is dry from the desert streets I ride.Vampire
I’m a dark cowboy in disguise,
with black leather trench,
dark glasses to match.

I ride a dark car, from dusk till Dawnand if you saw,

you would be lying dead dry on the side of road, with four holes on your neck.

I have red and black roses on my interior,
red rich wine,
to match a little surprise.
You’ll be dead at
Dawn.

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