4ever My Friend (C) 3-29-2007

4ever my friend you will always be And you'll always be the number 1 girl to me I know we've known each other 4 so long And the friendship we've built has always been strong But days go by, me wishing that we didn't have such a bond Cause all the love I feel for you keeps building on and on I don't want you to think I'm sweating you, or I'm like a stalker I would tell you face to face but I'm really not much of a talker Maybe it's because you actually count as someone I love Or just that your a tease sent from below or fallen from above

Apologies For Living On

I am living on because providing apologies is easy once— i was making choices with insanely safe ideas of fleeing-madly-and-flying-away i was a helpless girl

A Woman With No Name

I see her fly up high in the blue skies From afar I see her stand near by She is ugly She holds her head up high She is pretty She holds her head up high She is rich She holds her head up high She is poor

*possible Stalker

You think your immune, To the powers that be, Those who say, That you're meant for me, You try to hide, Forever deny, That you are mine, Until you die, You don't understand, The bond we share,

Carol Of The Birds

Feet that could be clawed but are not ... Arms that might have flown but did not ... No one said 'Let there be angels!' but the birds Whose choirs fling alleluias over the sea, Herring gulls, black backs carolling raucously While cormorants dry their wings on a rocky stable. Plovers that stoop to sanctify the land And scoop small, roundy mangers in the sand,

Mortgaged

buying dreams was easy for me too Just signed up a loan ; leveraged and bought all; Cheap money could buy.. Sold out to a pin striped suit, gullible as an innocent child, dreaming a candy rainbow. A little more every month could buy a bigger house,

Lui Et Elle

She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though what she does, except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year And put up with her husband, I don't know. She likes to eat. She hurries up, striding reared on long uncanny legs When food is going.

A Stand-Up Priest

The good padre David Ajemia, not from San Diego, But from Boston, struck out with Conan O’Brian, The padre is a priest obsessed with the Conan’s late night show David was a stalker, who felt Conan was his Goliath, To have duel in the future, David must have felt he was on the good side, They, the righteous, would cheer, For him, In the name of the father, and of the son, and the holy spirit, Amen.

*006 Sad Limerics

SEILTANZER (Tightrope Walker) I had a friend - called Alan Stalker Who was a fearless tightrope walker One Friday night - he met his plight He walked a rope - when he was TIGHT Fell like a stone it served him right! PILZWAHLUNG (Mushroom Picker)

Summer~

Summer 'tis always bursting forth within me- As invincible as a tidal wave of stone... Slicing the middle out of winter A hidden sun-lit heat-yet unknown; Force yourself upon me with premonition... I will attack the very woods that you use Crafty sexual stalker of covetous lust Oh, how you love your back-handed abuse; Even when the rain is coming down in sheets- It does not bear you or your name...

With Your Smile

With your smile She has reiterated number of times That I may be “stalker sometimes I feel and take it as pride And never try for emotions to hide What is wrong in it? If someone feels quiet fit At some overtures

The Stalker

first came the obsession stage then their mind became full of rage. it does not matter if they're man or woman for it is the same, their obsession becomes a game. it usually starts off as admiration or a desire to be with a person who has sparked their fire. they start to fantasize every day and how in their lives, the role they'll play.

The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies

I 'Twas in that mellow season of the year When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves Till they be gold,—and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves; When more abundantly the spider weaves, And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime;— That forth I fared, on one of those still eves, Touch'd with the dewy sadness of the time,

Pop Goes Passion

It builds up in steam steamy l'amour in passion's pressure cooker only to let it all out to vanish once the honeymoon is over. So the sizzling love affair fizzles out like some fizzy drink uncorked by a pair of human corkscrews and the fizzy fizz just evaporates and love is said to have flown out the window

A Sonnet For A Valentine

Now let’s take this lie make it you and I A single sonnet in stripes of zebra hides That ride the waves of black and white tides Take bits of word bullets for a love to die In black and white you’re a Poison Walker And from your lips some lethal potion Ruined back in time all the devotion Made you speechless frozen full time stalker

# You'Re My Romeo

oh my romeo i'm cinderellah i'm a fun of you i wish you hear me now i'm in front of your balcony waitin' for a glance down here in this single instance i wish to be your better half- the juliet in your heart not just your girlfriend-

(updated) The U. S. Army Ranger, A Poetic Series, On The Verge Of War 8

Book Two: On the verge of war (This is a fictional poetic series and short story about events that never take place and about people that have never existed. Any representation of an actual event or person is purely coincidental in nature.) Mission Eight: Who will come and rescue me? The next order given was to secure the supply route. The city of Shad Port was now completely secure. Three Ranger units guarded the trucks that went out. They checked every truck before it came back through.

My Lovely

My lovely “Bad man from India” “Stalker from India” “Hacker and flirt” I was honored Many sub names were awarded The hacker played a trick He applied with strong stick I was down like crest fallen tree

Apologies for living on

i am living on because providing apologies is easy once— i was making choices with insanely safe ideas of fleeing-madly-and-flying-away i was a helpless girl

Limerick Intro To A Bunch Of Tom Swifties

There is something I need to confess: I have learned quite a bit from Old Wes. So enjoy each next verse, some are better, some worse, the first one, the second, and the res'. (The first three are credited to Richard Stalker) "The thermostat is set too high, " said Tom heatedly. "The chimney is clogged, " said Tom fluently.