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It's so natural the way you touch me
So natural the way you run your fingers through my hair
It's so natural the way you make me feel like I'm a lady
It's so natural the way you care
It's so natural

When I feel low. you pull me higher
You warm me up, set me on fire
Well there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you

You come home, and I am waiting for you
To come over and give me hungry kisses
of love, of love, so true
And there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you

With hands so warm, you touch my very soul
You pull me closer, so I won't feel the cold
Just love, love, Your love, so true
And there's no way in this world
I could ever be without you

Swimming in the love you give me
It's so natural

For my soul mate - WantsToDance

Soul Mate by Orpheus

we meet on the street
my true love and i
by chance or by fate
i cannot decide
but there's another
not me at her side

i know the moment
her eyes lock with mine
i've gone through my life
ignorant and blind
the taste on my lips
of water not wine

i've known love before
in some other time
before she is gone
i see in her eye
a thousand, thousand
lives shared, she and i

i cannot despair
i know in my heart
together at times
but never apart
she's one of my dreams
my soul's other part

**sigh**

[xxx

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Pink Floyd - The Dogs of War

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don’t discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather ’round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don’t know the web we weave

One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can’t stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world

The dogs of war don’t negotiate
The dogs of war won’t capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they’ve been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it’s a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... one world

I've had no sex now for a year
a fact that brings me no good cheer
one thing I'd like to make so clear:
IT ISN'T OUT OF CHOICE

I'm starting to forget such things
that good old-fashioned fucking brings
like hearing how a woman sings
in her orgasmic voice

I'm missing being allowed to touch
a joyous thing I love so much
why is my search for nookie such
a waste of bloody time?

I'm good in bed, or so I'm told
I'm only 26 years old
I'm well hung and as good as gold
and I made this whole thing rhyme

here goes,,,,

True Adventures.

Touch the cold, the winters charge,
True adventures of a waking heart,
Lights are overwelmed by gloom,
We see wolves sillhouetted against the moon,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,
all over, the garden rains,
lakes are forming in the pockets of the leaves,

And there in the distant glow,
A shadow on shadow,
with warmth comes life again,
along every country lane,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
lift your head, breathe the sky,

You think its gone my friend,
but it comes back again.

See the birth of another year,
See it bold, see it clear,
Leaves unfurling,insects play,
Nothing like the month of May,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,

You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again,


And their is a final cry,
Of birdsong in the sky,
And what was fast is slow,
And all around it grows,
Valleys drop, mountains rise,
Lift your head, breathe the sky,

You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again,

You think its gone my friend,
But it comes back again.

Hamilton/ Dino.

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Miali1 wrote:




and posted it in the wrong place.

Black clouds after sunshine
torment after pleasure
struggle to retain my grip
a wasted chance lost again
a fleeting moment, in a blink
i can feel myself sink
fighting to catch my breath
only to drown again.....

Loosing someone is about letting go,
How do you feel do people really know?

All those happy memories,
Cause you floods of tears,
Wondering how you’ll cope without them,
Throughout those painful years.

Without them there beside you,
To make you laugh or cry,
All the love you’ve felt for them,
In those years that have passed you by

But the thing that really hurts,
More than loosing someone you love,
Is loosing someone you’ve never known,
And telling yourself they live above,

That one day you will meet them,
When finally too you’ll pass,
To the world full of euphoria,
And a life that will ever last.

How do you cope with loosing a child?
You feel only you will ever know,
That feeling of emptiness and loss,
Never being able to let them go.

But really up in heaven,
There’s babies with angels wings,
With someone you’ve known that’s passed,
Teaching them all the loving things.

Try not to feel sad,
One day you will finally meet,
With all the loved ones you have lost,
And that special baby at your feet.



Laura – for my precious baby

Song of Childhood
by Peter Handke

(As featured in the film "Wings Of Desire" - one of my favourite films of all time)

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river
the river a torrent
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child
It didn’t know it was a child.
Everything was full of life, and all life was one.

When the child was a child
It had no opinions about anything.
It had no habits.
It sat cross-legged, took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair
and didn’t make a face when photographed.

When the child was a child
it was the time of these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?

Isn’t life under the sun just a dream?
Isn’t what I see, hear and smell
only the illusion of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist,
and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I,
didn’t exist before I came to be
and that someday
the one who I am
will no longer be the one I am?

When the child was a child
it choked on spinach, peas, rice pudding
and on steamed cauliflower.
Now it eats all of those
and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child
it once woke up in a strange bed
and now it does so time and time again.
Many people seemed beautiful then
and now only a few, if it’s lucky.
It had a precise picture of Paradise
and now it can only guess at it.
It could not conceive of nothingness
and today it shudders at the idea.

When the child was a child
it played with enthusasm
and now
it gets equally excited
but only when it concerns
its work.

When the child was a child
berries fell into its hand as only berries do
and they still do now.
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw
and they still do now.
On every mountaintop it had a longing
for yet a higher mountain.
And in each city it had a longing
for yet a bigger city.
And it is still that way.
It reached for the cherries in the treetop
with the elation it still feels today.
It was shy with all strangers
and it still is.
It awaited the first snow
and it still waits that way.

When the child was a child
it threw a stick into a tree like a lance,
and it still quivers there today.