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ITS UTIME! HUR TO SPREAD SOME LUV TO ALL THE PLANETEERS IN THE GALAXY THANKS FOR STOPPIN BY MY PART OF THE PLANET. GET COMFORTABLE KICK BACK AND JUST ENJOY UR STAY. MY PROFILE ON THE SIDE GIVES YOU A LIL INFO BOUT MYSELF. IF YOU WANNA KNOW MORE HOLLA AT ME,AIGHT. AND UM TO ALL VISITORS DONT FORGET TO HIT MY GUEST BOOK AND LET A BROTHA KNOW YOU WERE HUR.
   TO ALL MY BP FRIENDS AND FAM 1 LUV. OUT!! CHECK OUT THESE POEMS I WROTE! FOR ETERNITY I CAN WALK THIS EARTH AND NEVER FIND A BRIGHTER LIGHT THAN THE LIGHT OF YOUR SMILE.FOREVER REMEMBERING YOUR LAUGHTER, AND THE TASTE OF YOUR TEARS. I CLOSE MY EYES AND I SWEAR I CAN FEEL U,AND SMELL THE SCENT FROM YOUR NECK. BUT THERES NO SWEETER SMELL THAN THE SMELL OF YOUR BREATH,WHEN YOU SPEAK TO MY SOUL AND INHALE MY LUV DEEP INSIDE, LIKE THE DEPTH OF 5 TRILLION OCEANS OVERFLOWING WITH LIVING WATERS THAT QUENCH MY BURNING DESIRE TO BUT CARESS THE ARCH OF YOUR FOOT AND KISS THE BACK OF YOUR HAND.IN YOUR EYES DWELL STRENGTH AND PURPOSE, ON YOUR LIPS THE SWEET WORDS OF EXHAULTATION AND TRUTH, IN YOUR HANDS GENEROSITY AND SENSITIVITY.IN YOUR BREAST NOURISHMENT AND SATISFACTION,YOUR ARMS POSSES LOVE AND COMFORT,AND YOUR LEGS THE GATE TO EXSTACY UNKNOWN. THEY SAY HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS,WELL IF THIS BE TRUE MY HOME MUST BE WITH YOU. IS IT TRUE THAT A MAN HAS NEVER REALLY LOVED UNTIL HE HAS MET YOU? IN MY CASE ITS SO. YOU HOLD THE KEY TO MY?????????NO NOT TO MY, TO ME!!!!!! AND TO THAT I SAY GOD IS GOOD! CAUSE WHEN I MET YOU I MET ME IN THE FORM OF YOU,MY BETTER HALF. OH SO MUCH BETTER. TOGETHER THERES NOTHING WE CANT DO,ACCOMPLISH OR CONQUER.FOREVER NO BARRIERS CAN SEPERATE.INFINITY OUR LOVE WILL GROW. EVEN IF NEITHER OF US KNOW. IT WILL GROW AND GROW INTO THE MOST BEUTIFUL FLOWER OR THE GREATEST TREE THAT WILL HAVE CARVED SIMULTANEOUSLY BY U AND ME DEEPLY ON THE SIDE THE NUMBERS 1-4-3. 4IS4 IN A DAYS BREATH: MY FOGGY WORDS SPOKEN INTO THE COLD AIR SAY GOOD MORNING TO THE WINDS THAT BLOW ACROSS MY FACE. HELLO TO THE TREES AND THE SUN,HOW ARE U TO THE GRASS AND THE DIRT. THE SMELL OF THE DEW ON THE LEAVES LET ME KNOW THAT MY DREAM IS NOT OVER. I HAVE NOT AWAKENED FROM THE DREAM OF LIFE. I SLEEP UNTIL I HEAR THOSE WORDS SPOKEN INTO MY EAR(AWAKEN MY CHILD). THEN REALITY HITS. AT THAT TIME I WILL SEE THINGS AS THEY TRUELY ARE. THEN THE SUN AND THE STARS AND THE MOON WILL LOOK BACK AT ME AND SAY GOOD MORNING AND WE WILL SMILE AND LAUGH AT WHAT NONSENSE THIS DREAM HAS BEEN. IN A BREATH, THERE RESIDES LIFE AND DEATH, A DREAM AND REALITY, THE TRUTH AND A LIE THIS WORLD AND THE NEXT. SOMETIMES I WONDER DO I REALLY WANNA BREATHE OR JUST HOLD MY BREATH, UNTIL THIS DREAM UNFOLDS INTO REALITY. SOMETIMES THE VANITY OF THE DREAM MAKES ME WONDER WHY BOTHER WITH THE TIME SPENT, SOME PEOPLE JUST GET TIRED OF THE WAIT AND DECIDE TO MAKE THEMSELVES AWAKE, I HOPE WHEN THEY DO THIER REALITY IS WHAT THEY WERE LOOKING FOR. I THINK ILL WAIT TILL MY TIME HAS MATURED, AND MY BREATHS ARE NO MORE.UNTIL THEN THIS DREAM IS MY REALITY AND REALITY IS MY DREAM, AND I TAKE YET ANOTHER BREATH. Copyright 2001 IVAN TAYLOR "What it do baby?" LOVE,LIVE LIFE. UTIME!! |
