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Imagine standing behind a ring of candles at Strawberry Fields. Suddenly someone says (a woman btw, not sure if it really matters) "It's over, he's gone." There were 12 people there (including me) just thinking. Then someone said; "The good is indestructable" I won't believe John and all the good about his life will ever be gone :~)=]--- Next I was acausted earlier today by an Alquida terrorist recruiter after posting a great John Lennon video. No harm to me I just informed the authourities. I am now marked a Zionist by a ring of 21 of those sons o' bitches. I do hate, I hate a lot of things and I do not act in a cause of hatred - ever. Anna? How does one sharpen one's nails? (((Anna))) Mark "some things change, some things do not"

Woman, I only know this. You are my completion. My wing tip touches yours on this journey. What joy is there to fly above you when my cry is heard so far away. You did not want to be the keeper of the heart, holding it to the wind to bank and soar above the pines of love; you did not want to be cherished on a blanket of songs alone . Sharpen your pain to the pain I have caused you, and let me bleed your tears, for I am a man, and the child of your body.Let us heal together bound only by love. The misinformed idea of male supremacy has relegated woman to second class citizens through out much of the world and laid the ground work of poverty and ignorance. In the US as in other industrialized nations the rights of woman were hard won by a delegation of brave and tenacious woman's suffrage movement that has contributed to every endeavor human kind has striven to succeed in B

"and I probably need to file my nails. or at least sharpen them." I will buy you the file. Ciao, Victor

tell you HOW to feel. nor what aspect of beauty to relate. if man is beast... where shall he look for guidance? I see a flower beautiful- Shall I possess it? Know; 't is folly to try. Nor shall I cry by the thorns imbedded in my holding, for they are the mark of remembrance of what I do. Yea- for Loves' sake- man must do his flower its just recognition, and realize he is but man without, without her all; without her thorns, her faults, her gifts withall must come his fall... as sorrow knows no Flower, Spring, nor She.

grounding of late the wild/s settling how true this statement your observations This poem is something unexpected I read it I approach it with respect I wont turn away from its truths i can only become more now Steven~

Ya know I read this one on my phone last night but cant comment ... for some weird reason neopoet wont let me sign in on my phone ... anyway I thought that you may get lots of responces from women and not men lol imagine my surprise when I get here and I am the first ... loved this work ... women have always had power just never used it as we do now ... look at Anicent rome ... I just finished a book on the beginning and end of caesars reign and downfall ... my god those woman (thought seeming ladylike) where bloodthirsty bunch scheming the downfall of men and woman and children alike ... makes you look at our society and how far we have come in two thousand years ... we are still fighting, the same class system still exsists,and in some countries .... I could go on for days you get the gist of what I am saying woman have always had power and I dont mean the power of the pussy ;).... Love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe wow I think that might be the biggest comment I ahve ever left you lol dont ask

I own all those movies ... Cate Blanchett is my favourite Aussie actress, woman has style and guts ... and those Elizabeth movies are ones I have watched over and over and over ... I dont know if I told you but I have about 3500 movies lol Just finished a book ON caesar and I got a present of the ROME Tv series so I am now going to see if the history fits the series its meant to apparently lol biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x you you mommy

"I cough up your memory. you taste of a sticky sweetness," Emotive times are a cupid to your poetry, Anna of Cleveland. Wonderful poem. Brian

Self worth , self value Penetration comes in many forms Sharp nails are essential To scratch the surface Of true belief. I can loan you a whole tray of specalised files Seabhac

I can tell you this much..Being an intelligent, analytical, and sensitive guy in a society of material possessions, sex, explosions, violence, and self gratification makes most alienate me and look upon me as a friend at best. non existent at worst. It is written somewhere deep down in our genes to be assholes if we're guys, and asshole seekers if your a woman. I dunno I think I may have just alienated myself from this conversation as well. Oh well.

I forgot to rate your poem. I loved it.

Dear Anna what a wonderful poem, very succinct and fluidly to the point. you know my thoughts on this subject love always miss vixy x Optimism in adversity nutures positive outcomes

My heart hurts right now, I love you being so raw and not so gentle, when men crawl far from this and the 'her'.

Min, my dragon muse, read this and she wants to pay you a visit, adding her foot long talons and fangs to the fray. This is the sort of gutsy write Bukowski would be proud of and exemplifies that anger is "god's force for change". You may have read, you are certainly aware of the concept, Anne Summers "Damned Whores and God's Police". On the surface a sociological feminist view of the exploitation of women in Australia's convict times, thematically a much wider scope. The title says it all. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

have you read Mary Daly's "Pure Lust"? Only women and men who dance with the goddess could conceive of reading it. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible