twistedshadowCT ShadowBombers FoundernWo's blog: "POEMS"

These are just a very few banner i have made.. If you would like me to make you one Than message me and let me know what you would like it to say.. All I ask in return is rate all my pics and stash. Thank you.... twistedshadow{CT ShadowBombers Founder}

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You are The Magician

Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.

Eleoquent and charismatic both verbally and in writing, you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.

The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.

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And death shall have no dominion. Dead mean naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clen bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Through they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

This girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-pee and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy. Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said: You have a great big nose and fat legs. She was healthy, tested intelligent, possessed strong arms and back, abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity. She went to and fro apologizing. Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs. She was advised to play coy, exhorted to come on hearty, exercise, diet, smile and wheedle. Her good nature wore out like a fan belt. So she cut off her nose and her legs and offered them up. In the casket displayed on satin she lay with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on, a turned-up putty nose, dressed in a pink and white nightie. Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said. Consummation at last. To every woman a happy ending.

How can you live without sex in your life....... Sex in the morning Sex in the evening Sex at night Every minute of the day Sex.......Sex........Sex Sex is great sex is bad Do it hard when you get mad Sex today Sex tommorow Sex everyday when you're in sorrow Sex on the bed Sex on the floor Have it everyday you will want more.

I am of the desert, you of cultivation: Simplicity to me, to you is desolation; Heat, thirst, and agony I seek out on vacation, While you look for elegance and quiet restoration. I am of the ocean, you are of the shore: You want fewer waves, I manufacture more; You like tranquil bays, I love the rollers' roar; In me, a wild emptiness; in you, a quiet core. While I am like a stream, you are like a lake: I babble over boulders, you reflections make; I rush forward heedlessly, as bones and branches break; You part before the piercing bow and then absorb the wake. That such extremes should not be mingled might seem elementary; But love can make the wildest contradictions complementary.

Let's go out and have some fun. It doesn't matter where or when, Or what we say or what we do, As long as it's just me and you. Let's be together for a while And get to know each other well, Exchanging jokes and tales and chatter Before we get to things that matter. Let's see what happens when we dance Across an evening sky, and glimpse Below the stirrings of a sea That might--or not--wind-haunted be.

A mother casts her dreams into the sea; We, the words sent bobbing towards the sun, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy. Because she must conclude her melody And fall back to the sweet dark hush of One, A mother casts her dreams into the sea, Hoping to cross that wild infinity And on some infant shore again to run, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy Outside the fiery circle of memory, The howling surf, the incessant years undone … A mother casts her dreams into the sea And then dissolves into a tapestry, Her rolling, helpless drift again begun, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy Afloat once more upon eternity, Once more the alien fury, never done … Again, again, her dreams into the sea, The eggs of stone, the shards of prophesy!

Though I chose death instead of pointless pain, Please forgive the manner of my leaving. My love and need for all of you remain. I could not long such suffering sustain, Nor would it long have held you from your grieving. Though I chose death instead of pointless pain, I hope that choice will not my memory stain, Nor lead you to be wroth at my deceiving. My love and need for all of you remain. For only in you do I live again, Woven like a wind into your weaving. Though I chose death instead of pointless pain, I put to you the plea of the self-slain: To comprehend an anguish past conceiving. My love and need for all of you remain That all that I have been not be in vain, But blend into the earth of your believing. Though I chose death instead of pointless pain, My love and need for all of you remain.

Bones and fire, Fire and bones: We cannot look! It will sear our eyes! Even here is beauty, The ashes of love. To see you truly I would have to die.