POEM

Yeah!! death and life is in the power of tongue.  Your words will make your life lead to success or despair.  Practice speaking words positively and you are going to eat the seed of it's fruit.  Believe me it is the truth.

Thanks man!!! Practice it in work or in social gatherings and suddenly you realize you are rich.

Yes take note red bull:)

Well there seem to be no contentment in man.  Practicing good principles like Thomas Aquinas cause and effect, Newton's a reaction in every action you make, Christianity love never fails, Zun Tsu's art of war and numbers don't lie lead you to be more richer.

Nice armhow:)

Yes, take heed and have discipline in controlling what comes out from your tongue.  Like a ship no matter how huge it is, it is controlled by a small rudder.  It is like the tongue, the words comes out comes from your heart. Nurture your heart with good and Godly beliefs cause it influence your attitude towards any given situation. It is hard but practice makes it perfect. In the end, you reap what you sow.

Love is more than one emotion,

Moon struck like a magic potion,

Selfless and giving of yourself,

Lusty like Cupid, horny elf!

Constant and helpful through illness,

Willing to grant your forgiveness.

Pledging your oath to stars above,

Controlling, jealous, that's not love.

Love is not an emotion. 

It is a choice of notion. 

It is a pledge of your heart's quotation.

It 's purpose is healing man's poor universal reputation

Changing it into cosmic divine admiration.

Rhyming, ok. Might need some work on the meter part.

I am tired of men and laughter

Of those who cry or weep

Of what may come hereafter

For those who sow to reap

I am weary of days and hours

Blown buds of barren flowers

Of desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep,

W Swinburne

Tracking turned off!

@ Redbull trees only flourish if you talk to them ? (& climb them of course...)

I want your breath like warm bread on my lips,

To feel your arms around me when I'm tired,

Your skin, your scent, your touch, your finger tips,

Your Botticelli body I desire.

Young Antebellum woman in a hat

Waiting for equine majesty to run,

You take my hand and squeeze it as we chat,

The gun goes off, this race has just begun.

As long as its clean my friend

you got plenty of time on your hands

Destiny

Beneath the branches of blue Sky

one golden leaf

on one golden leaf

BUDDHA grasps my hand...

Like Cleopatra, she commands a room,

Without royal guards or a dashing groom.

She has garments that befit a queen,

Ragged jeans and tee shirts are never seen.

Evening wear to adorn a real goddess,

Classy clothes but not overly modest,

Shorts and cleavage, a better rack than most,

But when she speaks, she's as dumb as a post.

haha electric pawn 

The first line should read 'There is...'

Here's a little ditty from my teen years....

Have you ever seen a rock,
At the bottom of a lake
Which looks so beautiful,
You know you must take
But when you see that rock,
Up close in your hand
It looks like any other,
You've seen on dry land
So gaze at is beauty,
But leave it be
So that others who pass by,
May truly see.

~R.