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and imagine the disappointment, No update, (shouts in anger) do u want to make my cry?

b4 I go forward, I just realized that u HBG, was actualy one of the founding babes of poetz cafe, what in Godz name happend?, i hope u report and make them dance to ur rhodesian lines, now back to the mata, i just hope nobody is dead.

Pythogoras eclipses my sense of reasoning,
how an acient beatitude, will scale my senses,
rock of ages, I pledge my deed,
indeed wiv ur odyssiac tales, I write my creed,
for when ganges meet thames, imagine what we will be
those ''poectic flames'',
will u be my dame?.


I am told that Mynd pledges his spirit, heart, strength, n soul,
and here i Stand left with wat
we men hold dear in high esteem,
as a sacrifice,
for your love,
My pride.
Be my jasmine,
lets tame the flames of hell, Aladinz carpet, our guide as we tour our world,
To make ur dreams come true,
myself ur genie,
I am buh a mere mere mortal,
without ur love,
be my loius lane and complete the one puzzle that makes me a Superman.

Caracta: Huh? Me?

*blushing*

no doubt yep!
Hmmm. . . Wch blushin color abeg! U dn send tingles dwn my wingles, hope u copy!

Caracta: Hahahaha. I like this. I really do. A-ca-wonderful

thanks really, was inspired by you guys gr8 words!

As I hope to communicate wiv the gods of this cafe,
Intimidated yet i Stand, my tearz shall stain this thread,
My Mynd is made up,
wiv hopes of becoming a Star,
I pray 4 ur audience, and a leaning shoulder,
for ur advice,
lets remodel poetry,
write lines that faints starz of wisdom,
for indecent words are forbidden on sundays,
the path to a manz heart, I hear is wifez food,
the pen is greater than the sword,
this cafè is for gods only,
I dare Say,
'cos nt every one In Camelot was worthy of pendragonz throne,
Did I hear them doubt?
Ask Excalibur.

With a twinkl my heart pondaz,
As time fades, yur memoriz lingers,
a flick of ur scent and ur tearz r remembered,
My shuldaz wet,
hmmm. . But nt yur tearz,
My last nite's acquaintance's.

What wrng did i eva bring myself To commit,
And as a sinner lust btween those Ero.tick moments n d pulpit,
save me oh save me,
My cries drown and 2day yet again,
A painful remainder of ur breakup message.

Hmmm..cud this be true?
You love and your told to forget?,
those ruffled moments b/w my sheets, a master in bedmatics,
yep no doubt,
buh what we had was magical, ur Caracta was mYnd blowing,
let those hunted moments cuddlemI,
for u were my firestar,
alas I shall await our glorious reunion, nt even the poet's cafe shall encrypt it.

For now,
let me wallow in self pity and pray that moses parts ur red seas again, ..for my save voyage
bye bye!

As I saunter into The realm
Of the gods of words,
I am but a mere lamb
hoping to be tendered by the realm's shepherd.
Nothing Shall Satisfy My quest,
than the honor, To Wine and
dine on the Table of where
the only deembable meal,
Is a feast of Words.