Love
For what I require is not in the swing of your hips or the feel of your lips. Or neither in the center of your waist or quiver of your thighs. Not some feature on your physical appearence. Although a man falls prey to lustful features of a woman, that can only satisfy my curiosity temporaily.The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Death By Birth Given | 0 | 09/11/2009 |
| Letter To The First Born | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| I Want To Help You Fly | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Im Sorry Pt. 2 | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| I Am Love | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| It's So Hard | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Im Sorry | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Don't Judge Me | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| My Son | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Ghetto | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| What Do You See? | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Family | 1 | 09/03/2009 |
| For Real Dreams | 2 | 09/03/2009 |
| The Hidden Love Inside | 1 | 09/02/2009 |
| My Body | 1 | 09/02/2009 |
| The Script of Sonny | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
| My Father | 1 | 09/02/2009 |
| Differences | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
| Dear God | 1 | 09/02/2009 |
| I Remember... | 1 | 09/02/2009 |
| Questions With No Answers | 2 | 09/02/2009 |
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