SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

Our sons and daughters serve in harms way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents,
Many a husband or wife.

They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

The plotters and planners of America’s doom
pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own

Pikit na mahal, hayaang mamayapa
Ang gabi'y malalim at dapat ng mamahinga
Sa hirap na dinanas, karapatan mong tumigil
Ibigay ang katahimikang matagal ng pinipigil.

Ang mundong ginagalawan ay hindi patas
Kung paluputan ka'y parang isang ahas
Sa iyong pagtulog, saka ka sasaksakin
Walang kalaban-laban kahit anong gawin.

Sa iyong pananaginip, ako'y wag kalilimutan
Lagi akong alalahanin kahit ika'y lumisan
Kung hindi na magbalik, lagi mong iisipin
Sa pagtulog ng gabi, ikaw parin ang mamahalin.

Hindi ako mangmang gaya ng iniisip mo;
Marunong lang ako tumahimik kapag di tama ang nasa utak ko.
Hindi ako tanga para laitin mo;
Marunong lang ako magpakumbaba sa mga taong may sira sa ulo.
Hindi ako manhid para saktan mo;
Marunong lang akong magtimpi at magpasensya sa mga katulad mo.
Hindi ako bulag na hindi nakakakita sayo;
Ayoko lang punahin ang mga maling hindi mo mabago.
Hindi rin ako bingi gaya ng inaakala mo;
Naririndi lang ako sa mga paulit-ulit na pagdadahilan mo.
Hindi ako lalong pipi tulad ng sinasabi mo;
Wala lang akong tinig para magpaliwanag ulit sayo.
Hindi ako perpektong tao;

You are the pillow that I lay my head on at night
You are my security when I have fear in my life

You are that flutter that I feel in my heart
You are the one I think about when were far apart

When I open my eyes I want to see you
I want to breath you, Sing to you and keep you forever
My baby My love your my hidden treasure

Your my perfect man

5'11 Brown skinned masculine with a soul that's been kissed by the heavens

Lips soft like silk when I kiss them I melt
When our bodies intertwine every inch of you is felt

Baby your my bestfriend perfect fit for a husband
Let me be the one to make you happy all the time

On a beautiful evening of summer, I was resting on the branch of a big banyan tree. It was quite isolated from the rest of trees and was on the far side of the village near the river. Sun was going down to west, birds were returning to home, river was flowing graciously and every thing was so beautiful that I almost lost in the beauty of the nature. Suddenly I heard a sweet voice with a touch of pain, it said, “It’s just unbearable”.
As I looked down I saw a young boy and a beautiful girl sitting with the support of the banyan tree. The boy was not more than twenty years and the girl seemed to have just completed her sweet sixteen.

Pacing by the front door, waiting till the clock strikes nine,
So he can ride to the jeweler's and get his Valentine.
The Ring she's always wanted, the one that will make her his wife,
And The Ring that he's been saving for it seems almost half his life.

Before he know's it the clock strike's again, and he races through the front door,
Heading into the wind.

The jeweler smiles at Tommy and waves him on in saying "I've been exspecting you it's almost half past ten"
Laughing loudly at the jeweler, Tommy politely reply's,
"I'm sorry you see, the fool was me, I was rushing and lost track of the time."

To the Fair Clarinda
Who made love to me, Imagin'd more than woman.

Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be
Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,
Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth:
And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth.
This last will justifie my soft complaint,
While that may serve to lessen my constraint;
And without Blushes I the Youth persue,
When so much beauteous Woman is in view.
Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain
With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain,
While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain.
In pity to our Sex sure thou wer't sent,
That we might Love, and yet be Innocent:
For sure no Crime with thee we can commit;
Or if we shou'd - thy Form excuses it.
For who, that gathers fairest Flowers believes
A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves.

Though beauteous Wonder of a different kind,
Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis join'd;
When e'er the Manly part of thee, wou'd plead
Though tempts us with the Image of the Maid,
While we the noblest Passions do extend
The Love to Hermes, Aphrodite the Friend.

Aphra Behn (1640-1689)

All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of the bliss I strove to take; Raising my rapture by her kind delay, Her force so charming was and weak. The soft resistance did betray the grant, While I pressed on the heaven of my desires; Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant; Her dying eyes assume new fires. Now to the height of languishment she grows, And still her looks new charms put on;

She leaned over and kissed him - a soft, cool, delicate kiss, whose voluptuous sting penetrated his whole being - then she moved away from him. He followed, and took her in his arms, just holding her close to him. She put her hand up to his face and pressed his cheek against her own. The action was full of love and tenderness. He sought her lips again. Then he drew her down upon the sofa beside him and held her hand in both of his.