my favorite movie is Gone with the Wind. I like the older type movies because unlike today movies. It doesnt have passion, emotions like when Clark Gable and Bette Davis back in the day. So even tho Im young I rather watch the old instead of today Movies.
a fan of Zane she likes to explore boundaries. that some of us do in the dark. and i like that about her. she isnt afraid to speak on the real. and thats basically me.
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You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!
About me: been writing for a very long time. can write about just about anything if allowed. erotic, spiritual, dark whatever is in my soul. can also write songs, stories good with them. but most of all I keep my heavenly father close to me. tho sometimes I feel discouraged because I so want to be known in the writing scene. I just had to tell myself when I do get that chance. Im not going to blow it. Because we only have one chance in this lifetime to get it right or else be lost forever.
Who I'd like to meet: anyone who has a passion for writing. and isnt afraid to push whatever they write about to the max. who says we have to write in the traditional. some of the greatest writers did it their way. and earned their writefully spot in the writers world. and im sticking to my formula of doing it MY WAY. Free Countdown Clocks at WishAFriend.com..
Birth from fear of misjudging cries, into the lair of obscurity we persist, beneath the veil of normalcy, our invisibility is were we thrive, emboldened by our refusal of the closet dwelling. We flourish knowing our reality exists just beyond our quintessential uniqueness!
Sometimes we are selfish, impatient, we make mistakes. We can be out of control & at times hard to handle. But can we handle the worst in others, in order to see the best in them??
As the moon pass the deep blue sky an midnight's velvet canvas descend covering the mellow veneer of dusk into twilight's goodnight quiet kiss, the universe slumbers with thee!
He swings from vine to vine He’ll swim from ocean to ocean He will inquire within every tribe He’ll seeking the rarest His quest is for the one and only When he finds her She will be like… Mother Earth that is yet to be touched, yet he will feel she is the only one to embrace She will be like… An African violet, a shade of beauty no one can turn from She will be like… The lushness of a golden Amazon, where all they’ll ever need, lives and grows She will be like… A Caramel diamond of the Moroccan desert burning her beautiful image into his soul She will be like… The sweet tea of the Caribbean Sea; he’ll drift in her waves of calm She will be like… The heat of a Dominican beach; he will lay in her every grain of fine vastness She will be like… The spirit of a Belize breeze; he’ll soar with her energy She will be like… A Miami nighttime party; he will dance with her every step She will be like… The Golden Gate Bridge; she spans far and wide into the kind of friend she will be for him When he dose find her She will have found more than just any man He will be a magic carpet ride into a world of every beat of his heart is love for her His focus is beyond the material world No wavering in what he seeks Another pretty face just won’t do But she is alluring, and irresistible Her beautiful soul in his arms, is his goal Home is where she is Once he is there He will pull her hair as if he was pulling wild flowers to give to her He’ll part her lips with his tongue as if she is the last of the food on this earth He’ll hold her as she is his saving grace He is searching, he is on her trail Her star is pulling him in the right direction He can feel her in his aura For she is near She is his world to be
@2009 2nd edition Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn the author of BRUSH STROKES THOUSANDS OF READERS LOVE BRUSH STROKES, a unique love story, see the reviews at Amazon.com ... click here on Amazon.com http:/
I RODE DOWN THE LONELY HI-WAY With the top down, the sounds of the ocean waves mixed with the soul of my 8 track player The Dells crooned, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” My Blues bled into the dark sky My eyes were on the road but, I see her at every mile maker, and with every star that sparkled above I pushed on the gas as my heart raced Where am I going? Anywhere she might be Teasing my soul hoping she was headed to me Whoooo… I took that corner to fast Slow down and live with the memories Like when we were lovers in the night She is sitting on my love Her hands spread on my chest Her lips and eyes smile Feeling my love We were cruising after we had climbed a mountain I’m watching her mountains rise and fall, and drip on me She and I create streams that lead to her river I hold onto her firm Whoooo… I almost ran of the road I’m squeezing the driving wheel with all my might; my hands are numb I look to the passage seat I’m alone on this lonely hi-way I check my seat belt, adjust my mirror, and try to adjust to the fact…she is gone I turn the 8 track up, and hit repeat…again, as The Dells croon, “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” I hit the gas and head home
cr@2009 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, the author of BRUSH STROKES THOUSANDS OF READERS LOVE BRUSH STROKES, a unique love story, see the reviews at Amazon.com ... click here on Amazon.com http://alvinhorn.com/
You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!
