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#1 DUMA

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Posted 02 March 2003 - 12:46 AM

She said:


Love,

How delicate and fregile
My poor heart is become
No longer radiant and free

Running away
From your cold srare
From your haunting voice
And your painful beauty

Like a hunted beast
This bleeding heart I hide
In those dark forests
Of sticky futility
And those dark shaddy places of dispair



Cowed and frightened
Uncertain of your love
I dare not speak
I dare not look
Or call your name
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 12:54 AM

beautiful DUMA
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 12:56 AM

she speaks again to her heart this time



God, will he trample my
ungaurded feeling
My shattered soul?

Or throw underfoot
My sacred offerings
Will thought of him
Consume the rest of my days
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:04 AM

better version


she speaks to her Self:

Will he again trample
My unguarded feelings
Tear up my soul

Will he shatter
all my sacred offerings
Will doubt consume
all my days
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:06 AM

tragic...

DUMA,

Are you a hopeless romantic?
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:13 AM

Plsek,

These are poems that
Describe the feelings of some of my romantic friends

I have the ability to become another and see and feel how they feel.

I have thousands of pages of this sort of things

I wrote some of the stuff that some of my friends musicians sing about.
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:16 AM

DUMA,

Well I like it :D

Here's something from a song especially for you:

I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In the hearts eternal light...
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:21 AM

..that's as sensitive as our old friend java, you may remember him?

;)
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:33 AM

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

I prey to mute despair and anguish,
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up - you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

A. S. Pushkin (1799 - 1837), Russia
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:38 AM

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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#11 DUMA

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Posted 02 March 2003 - 01:42 AM

wali,

I thought that was your poem
and for a minute I thought all sorts of talent will come out of the wood works
on the Pravda Forum.
But your taste is wonderful
It take a poet to appriciate or love a poet.

Wonderful Poem

I bet it is even better in Russian.
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 02:17 AM

A fallen woman

once wrote a song that went like this

'There was a girl in the Heavens
She use to be me
She was everything you wanted
She was everything you dreamed she would be.'

there is more

but in the song she never explains what caused the fall.
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 03:34 PM

Are women disappointed with themselves

as Lovers (Romantics)

not as sex machines

Do western women make a distinction?
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 09:14 PM

Women like
Seasons
they change
But my love
is unchanging
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 09:57 PM

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell her to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos knock-knee bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna, ugh
Til the break of dawn
Baby I got it goin' on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
MY ANACONDA DONT WANT NONE
Unless you've got buns, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the bean pole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 10:07 PM

Ugly perfect timing, I haven't laughed that hard in ages.


Duma you got some good stuff. :)
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 10:08 PM

On a lighter note by Andrew Dice Clay

Twinkle twinkle little star

How I wonder where you are

Shine upon the parking lot

As I eat my girlfriends twat
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Posted 02 March 2003 - 10:12 PM

Roses are red
violets are blue
girl you have a nose, like a B-52
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Posted 03 March 2003 - 12:17 AM

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack me off
And suck my dick.

So Duma, do you collect dolls too?
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Posted 03 March 2003 - 01:35 AM

I am getting to understand why American Women are not capable
of Romantic love, they do not have the men with whom to Romance,
to lift their spirit and give it wings.

American men are only willing to lift their legs


They keep their women

fixated on their massive derriers

and on other bulging meat

row flesh twisting and contorted

naked, tortured and sweaty

steaming with lustful heat,

until they loose their mind.

and abandon their heart
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