February 24th, 2008
by zest9676
First you denied me the pleasures of the flesh
then you denied my legacy, my clan
but in the end you felt this still was not enough
so you denied that I had ever been your man
Now that I’ve had some time to brood within my den
I see the truth, I’m glad I took this fall
the lesson learned is clear, the truth is plain to see
a house divided is not a house at all
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February 24th, 2008
by mikedarnell
If I had a choice I think I’d love being a Pirate - plundering vessels and charming women on the high seas of the Caribbean. My friends all agree that this would have been the right vocation for me. Pity I was born three centuries too late…
At least I can write poetry about it : )
The Pirate’s Song \ Mike Darnell 2005
Many twists, Fate has yet in store
The more we sail, the more I long for you more
The wind and brine have made me calloused and sore
This vessel longs for a harbor to shore
You are all I need to be me
My ship is lost in the sea of your eyes
My body wrecked by the storm of your thighs
That’s how you pry the truth from the lies
and deep inside my insecurity dies
You are all I need to be me
My duty calls, I’m a pirate at heart
This buckaneer now must go play his part
and though I know there’s no course on the chart
leaving you is how this journey must start
I am all you need to be you
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February 24th, 2008
by mikedarnell
“…The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the heat. It was more than heat, it was a burning. After the death of night I thirst to live again. Are you sleeping? The smell of your hair leaves me no choice. The dull ache of longing is replaced by the burning of desire.
I slowly move closer. So close that I can feel the goose bumps as they rise in the small of your back.
A stir. A murmur. A surprised and sleepy smile. I know now that nothing else really ever mattered.
It’s a glorious day…”