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This property was reserved by Cosmo Keebler I'm 23 years old Male full of spirit and loads of fun die hard romantic and class clown all rolled up into one and stuffed here in Sac town California, USA. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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high when I am not spankin my monkey or just plain goofin off. I work as a mills right union welder machinist and in my spare time I write poetry. So read some of my works and enjoy the rest of my page. This is one of my favs. this is about a little boy who watches his parents go through a divorce ......thats right you guess it. I am divorced with one child beautiful boy named Alex. The Bleeding Heart, you onced love some one that you held so dear, the pitchure you two paitnted colorful and clear, it was a miricle sent by the heavens, way beyond the sky and above, when amazing thing accouerd , the stork did bring. bundle of joy , a boy to care to raise and to love, soon you notice the time go buy and your son grows , the one you loved so dear , well she slowly disapears, was it the time they didnt share, and now cares to know, maybe there was a fight, and maybe it happened late in the dark night, and you may ask yourself where the child stand, it not his fault. that his parents cant get along. there marraige soon divied by some fault, moutains colyde and skys exploide when it fianly makes it to court, your marraige soon to abort, the judge yells to the clerk, then your lawers go absultley bezzerk, and where your son is now, just take it all in. that when the judge drops his hammer and proclaims the end, that your boy sitting ever so quitely, a sunder within. that day there are hearts to be torn and blood to be lost, some of your feelings you get from the lessons you learn, they come chiled cold with lots of frost, then turn around and set's a hellish blaze to all your burns, so just remeber that there is a little someone that needs you to be his role model humanbeing, and continue seeing .................. that his bleeding heart keeps beating. By Heston Schmucker I love the snow and always loved the way that it is so quiet when it falls to the ground in it's flurry. Falling Flurry By Heston Schmucker There came a crackle from the fire place, The heat filling the room with a warm embrace, As the rainfall down poured on the old garnished tin roof, Harder, then swiftly slowing down to a slight drizzle as not to drench the roof, The lite sound of pitter patter of what were droplets left behind by mystical rain maker, Then abruptly vanishing leaving the abode in total silence and no sounds to make, If you so happened to look out the window you might find a treat, what to see but on the freezing cold ground a blanket to find, Soft Sparkly huge white flakes of snow blizzard comes to mind, As you gaze to scan the frozen area of once was a street you ponder then worry now snowed covered banks, You can barley behold the children with there snowball wars , building bunkers and using the sleds while being destroyed underneath thousands of huge snowflakes like battle tanks, And when the sun sets you know the rain has gone the wars are over and the snow unleashed and set free, without a sound to be herd except the silent falling flurry, The Lonely Ride I belive that the blue skys are apon me coverd by the passion of the tranquilic sea the distance is beyond far yet still i wonder just how you are! what you are doing and how you are feeling how i miss the sight of seeing soft skin and bautiful face getting back with such haste it crosses my mind just knowing your i chose you to be mine as this the dream of my dearest dear it couldnt be it wont disapear or just thoughts of feelings held inside streaching my desireable love for journey to begain its longest ride so quickly behind the wheel letting the tires squeel and head to the passionate side were the soul and love combined with our heart body and mind to complete such a task hiding nothin behind the mask of illusion totaly open and filled with the sanity of truth witch thou lives in secllussion By Heston Schmucker ......thesse poems are a few of what is in store for you I won the 1998 famous poet of the year award and will try to up date it as offten as I can..... If you have A poem that you wish to put on the page for display email it to me and will have my poet friends review it and show it soo bee creative and let you feelings take control. In the meantime why not check out the link below to get your own 20MB of free webspace? | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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