tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89973212008-07-21T17:01:21.778-05:00shyloh's Endless Flight ™ Poetryshylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-6569680921303039402008-07-10T19:04:00.002-05:002008-07-10T19:05:50.352-05:00The Nature Of Creation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/SHajw8C0wzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZvffPABALUQ/s1600-h/b946.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/SHajw8C0wzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZvffPABALUQ/s400/b946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221540879129690930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Nature Of Creation<br /><br />Come; take my hand<br />I want to show you something<br />in a far away land<br /><br />It's a midnight rainbow<br />in the horizon<br />it's like a magical<br />show<br />moving towards you<br /><br />Each step dancing, flowing,<br />showing its rhythm<br />as the air moves<br />it circles the earth<br />refreshing, awakening<br /><br />Revealing love within<br />It arches the sky<br />meeting the earth<br />blending into one<br /><br />It is the nature of<br />Creation<br /><br />copyright 2007 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-3933100954261576932008-04-29T10:44:00.001-05:002008-04-29T10:45:55.395-05:00Hunted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/SBdCouZZADI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oB4QYbjSmMU/s1600-h/241212198_830678.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/SBdCouZZADI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oB4QYbjSmMU/s400/241212198_830678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693962611884082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hunted<br /><br />How brave the wolf is<br />to walk in this human realm<br />to be hunted by man<br />to die; but it is not<br />an endless death<br /><br />They howl at the moon<br />but they run together<br />shadows follow with<br />glaring eyes<br /><br />In my sleep<br />wild Spirits creep<br />dreamhunters have a quest<br />to catch, what fate will it bring<br />but to journey the path<br />once again<br /><br />~© 2008 by shyloh~<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-17278175079169933622008-03-31T11:26:00.001-05:002008-03-31T11:28:43.467-05:00Untouchable Lover<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R_ERFJWZpTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/41y2wCvoKL0/s1600-h/f587.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R_ERFJWZpTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/41y2wCvoKL0/s400/f587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183943426187044146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Untouchable Lover<br /><br />He is an untouchable lover<br />I am craving to explore<br />to kiss his sweet lips and much<br />more<br /><br />To touch his body with my fingertips<br />his pleasure is my desire<br />I want to take him higher<br />and higher<br /><br />There is a bond we share<br />and for him; I will always be there<br />I want him to know how much<br />I care<br /><br />But he is an untouchable lover<br />I am craving to explore<br />to kiss his sweet lips and much<br />more<br /><br />copyright 2007 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-44536913731318808852008-02-06T11:46:00.000-06:002008-02-06T11:49:12.500-06:00Destination<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R6nzCBJxScI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GXajRPqC_ZQ/s1600-h/50157488.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R6nzCBJxScI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GXajRPqC_ZQ/s400/50157488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163925663751686594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Destination<br /><br />Winter lights up ancient pathways<br />in the distance you can see stones<br />lined around fields of cosmos<br /><br />Spirit winds drift over countless horizons<br />the destination no one knows<br /><br />Earth embraces the captured dreams<br />moon treading endlessly on water<br /><br />Mystic finds his silence<br />deep within a place only he can go<br />calling wisdom the oasis of bliss<br /><br />Enchanted valleys are speechless<br />as the yellow sun starts to set<br />just beyond sacred places<br /><br />Reflections of the red sea in hidden worlds<br />rising gently above empty clouds<br />on a journeys flight into nowhere<br /><br />copyright 2005 by shyloh</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Winter lights up ancient pathways<br />in the distance you can see stones<br />lined around fields of cosmos<br /><br />Spirit winds drift over countless horizons<br />the destination no one knows<br /><br />Earth embraces the captured dreams<br />moon treading endlessly on water<br /><br />Mystic finds his silence<br />deep within a place only he can go<br />calling wisdom the oasis of bliss<br /><br />Enchanted valleys are speechless<br />as the yellow sun starts to set<br />just beyond sacred places<br /><br />Reflections of the red sea in hidden worlds<br />rising gently above empty clouds<br />on a journeys flight into nowhere<br /><br />copyright 2005 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-67039728617717674992008-01-28T18:17:00.000-06:002008-01-28T18:20:26.565-06:00Talking to your Stone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R55xDBJxSZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XdXPvQJ5aYU/s1600-h/69d7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R55xDBJxSZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XdXPvQJ5aYU/s400/69d7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160686519676127634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><center><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" >Talking to your Stone</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > Seems you have been gone for so long</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > you're not here, and it feels so wrong</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > Losing you was a devastating blow</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > in my heart I miss you so</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > I didn't think it would happen like this</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > that I would never again feel your kiss</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > God knows I wanted you to stay</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > I think about you every single day</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > Now you have gone away</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > my heart and soul will never be okay</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > So now I look up in the midnight sky</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > every fiber of my being begins to cry</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > I sit and wish for just one more day</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > maybe this time, you could stay</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > I miss you, and wish you would</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > come home</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > But alas, I sit here broken and alone</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > crying and talking to your stone</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" > copyright 2007 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /></span></center></div></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-31707458658731348382007-12-24T21:01:00.000-06:002007-12-24T21:02:47.962-06:00Turning The Pages<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R3ByykprxVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_CGtrz-QAUg/s1600-h/314308968_f83fdda0.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/R3ByykprxVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_CGtrz-QAUg/s320/314308968_f83fdda0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147740587242014034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />Turning the pages<br /><br />Winter will come to a close<br />A new year will soon begin<br />turning the pages<br />back through time<br />remembering<br /><br />Cuddled up in front of a fireplace<br />feeling calm and blessed<br />watching snowflakes dancing out my window<br />landing softly; coming to a rest<br /><br />Thoughts of family and friends<br />good times that we never<br />want to end<br />smiles and laughter everywhere<br />holding on because we care<br /><br />Nights of silence bring<br />memories of past to light<br />in the stillness pages keep turning<br />thoughts keep churning<br />blow, blow, old winter wind<br />for a new year is about to begin<br /><br />The blaze in the fire<br />continues to glow<br />the stars are beginning<br />to fade out of sight<br />memories of past, I must let go<br />the night is becoming light<br />so to one and to all<br />a sweet good night<br /><br />copyright 1007 by shyloh</span></span></strong></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-72136224054252575632007-11-04T10:56:00.000-06:002007-11-04T10:58:33.069-06:00Night of the Solstice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Ry36Kj0TgGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KzVh4PK8BfQ/s1600-h/96be.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Ry36Kj0TgGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KzVh4PK8BfQ/s320/96be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129030609965121634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Night of the Solstice<br /><br /><br />We have a moon's eye view<br />watching Orion's starry belt<br />sailing across the sky<br />a warrior that one cannot deny<br /><br />As I gaze into your eyes, your face appears silent<br />amazed at the scenery of the beautiful hue<br />what a blessed event to be shared with you<br /><br />This is the night of the solstice<br />when the red burning sky sinks deep within our soul<br />you are breath taking; a sight to behold<br />you complete me and make me whole<br /><br />Our first journey our first glimpse<br />blending into the cosmic events<br />hold my hand; look into the light<br />hear songs as the spirits perform<br />with the beat, our hearts unite<br />into infinite form<br /><br />Maybe we can sneak a kiss by Venus<br />drink from the Milky Way<br />I don't want to venture alone<br />here with you in the sea of stars<br />is where I want to stay<br /><br />copyright 2004 by shyloh</span> </div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-45044964210831610472007-10-26T09:10:00.000-05:002007-10-26T09:14:19.883-05:00Soul Collector<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RyH2Jj0TgFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C3lJiRp7szI/s1600-h/vampire.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125648495018213458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RyH2Jj0TgFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C3lJiRp7szI/s400/vampire.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Soul Collector<br /><br />Surrender to me my desire</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><br /><div align="center"><br />I will not let you fall</div><br /><div align="center"><br />your blood is all I require</div><br /><div align="center"><br />that's all</div><br /><div align="center"><br />Let me taste your mind</div><br /><div align="center"><br />it won't take me long at all</div><br /><div align="center"><br />I can set you free</div><br /><div align="center"><br />no more misery</div><br /><div align="center"><br />in that twisted</div><br /><div align="center"><br />mind of imagery</div><br /><div align="center"><br />I left my tomb to be with you</div><br /><div align="center"><br />my appetite for your soul</div><br /><div align="center"><br />just grows and grows</div><br /><div align="center"><br />Let me be your sweet escape</div><br /><div align="center"><br />I lust for your liquid life</div><br /><div align="center"><br />I can control almost anything</div><br /><div align="center"><br />but not to save your life</div><br /><div align="center"><br />let me have my fill</div><br /><div align="center"><br />just for this night</div><br /><div align="center"><br />with one</div><br /><div align="center"><br />little</div><br /><div align="center"><br />bite</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>copyright 2005 by shyloh</strong></span> </div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-34800652470492292692007-10-22T13:49:00.000-05:002007-10-22T13:59:41.038-05:00Lust<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Rxzy4LW_ImI/AAAAAAAAADw/_QqA-WDLsPE/s1600-h/776e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124237522976580194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Rxzy4LW_ImI/AAAAAAAAADw/_QqA-WDLsPE/s400/776e.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Lust</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Seduction</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>with passion</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>breath taking</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>awakening</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>night fragrance</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>sweet jasmine</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>storm raging</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>captivating souls</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>everlasting episodes</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>you are my pleasure</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>the taste of your kiss</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I can't get any higher</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>lust </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I must</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>to fill my desire</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>copyright 2007 by shyloh</strong></span> </div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-40828482893368838642007-10-06T20:02:00.000-05:002007-10-14T23:58:49.707-05:00Dirty Little Secret<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Rwgwl7W_IlI/AAAAAAAAADk/764Zfe0i14s/s1600-h/4525da4f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Rwgwl7W_IlI/AAAAAAAAADk/764Zfe0i14s/s400/4525da4f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118394404653965906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Dirty Little Secret</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />I don't know how I feel</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />but I know how I feel about you</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />I am your dirty little secret</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />this is true </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br /><br />I am new at it,<br />and it </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >excites you,<br />well, I must</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >confess, it excites me<br />too</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Young and free</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I can be....<br />any....way.... you </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />want me to be </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br /><br />You watch me as I begin to quiver</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />as you touch me underneath the cover</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >your face shows mischief</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />what are you thinking</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />ummm I wonder</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Your hand I begin to guide</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >slowly, oh, ever so gentle</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >across my breasts, my tummy</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />my thigh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Oh, to have you, such an exciting thought</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />to have you for one moment, why not?</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />what a lovely woman </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />she must be</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />I guess this is my destiny</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >for her to have you and not me</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />I don't know how I feel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >but I know how I feel about you</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />I am your dirty little secret</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br />this is true<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >copyright 2007 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-66724564754818798182007-09-21T20:04:00.000-05:002007-09-21T20:11:07.543-05:00Faded Love Letters<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RvRqjrW_IkI/AAAAAAAAADc/8jz7GNepwjk/s1600-h/de0c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RvRqjrW_IkI/AAAAAAAAADc/8jz7GNepwjk/s400/de0c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112828638139458114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">Faded Love Letters</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exposing our hearts through love letters</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">the way we want things to be</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">the outpouring of the soul</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">and drifting into the sea of one another</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />At times things are passionate prose</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">painful separations,<br />sometimes hot</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">sometimes cold,<br />and forbidden lovers</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">they all have meaning to each and</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">everyone of us</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />Love letters, is it an art to cause something</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">to come true?<br />Will it change another</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Does it excite the keenest pleasure</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">keeping things alive?</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />All the hours spent in talking, sharing,<br />and</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">caring. words "I will never let you go"</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />"To melt and be like a running brook</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">That sings its melody to the night.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">To know the pain of too much</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">tenderness. To be wounded by your</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">own understanding of love;</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">And to bleed willingly and joyfully.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">To wake at dawn with a winged heart</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">And give thanks for another day of loving;</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">To rest at the noon hour and meditate</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">with gratitude; And then to sleep with</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">a prayer for the beloved in your heart</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">And a song of praise upon your lips."</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br />~ by Gibran Kahlil Gibran ~</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Somehow the love faded along</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">with the love letters!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">copyright 2007 by shyloh</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-51834644749713663162007-09-17T17:29:00.000-05:002007-09-17T17:30:41.890-05:00Open Window<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Ru8ABd3drGI/AAAAAAAAADU/nbapWAemvlU/s1600-h/5633.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Ru8ABd3drGI/AAAAAAAAADU/nbapWAemvlU/s400/5633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111304127285931106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><pre><span><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">...Open Window...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Every night I have an open window</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I listen to the whispers from the wind</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">after awhile the wind dies down</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Did I fail to mention</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I just wanted your attention</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the open window was an invitation</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">come on in</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></pre><span><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">copyright 2004 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-42321184885418792652007-09-08T17:25:00.001-05:002007-09-08T17:26:21.766-05:00I can only Imagine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RuMhd6J4A-I/AAAAAAAAACs/rVQpNYIlTPA/s1600-h/.photo2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RuMhd6J4A-I/AAAAAAAAACs/rVQpNYIlTPA/s400/.photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107963200078873570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >I can only Imagine<br /><br /><br /> I can only imagine<br /> what he looks like,<br /> for I have never looked upon his face.<br /><br /> I can only imagine<br /> him touching me,<br /> for his hands have ever felt me.<br /><br /> I can only imagine<br /> what his kisses would taste like,<br /> for his mouth has never met mine.<br /><br /> I can only imagine<br /> by the way I feel inside,<br /> because he holds the key to my heart.<br /><br /> I can only imagine<br /> He Is An Angel<br /><br />copyright 2007 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-69332185174138724002007-09-06T17:10:00.000-05:002007-09-06T17:13:05.719-05:00I believe in Miracles<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">OK pretend you are serenading me.. Cause you are a sexy thing.. Ok you think I am a sexy thing..<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdUdlR7XfAw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdUdlR7XfAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-48865911626080196122007-09-06T14:12:00.000-05:002007-09-06T14:16:40.383-05:00A moment in time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RuBSBKJ4A9I/AAAAAAAAACk/DgZeaRFmXs0/s1600-h/3ba6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RuBSBKJ4A9I/AAAAAAAAACk/DgZeaRFmXs0/s400/3ba6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107172157297263570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">A moment in time<br /><br />He comes to me<br /><br />He sings a song of secret desires<br /><br />With lips soft as satin<br /><br />He kisses me<br /><br />He is my virgin love<br /><br />And I am his<br /><br />Sheets of lace<br /><br />Images of us<br /><br />Bodies embraced<br /><br />Rapture takes place<br /><br />Pleasures unmask<br /><br />Passion; a storm raging<br /><br />Emotions, un-caging<br /><br />Wanting nothing but more of one another<br /><br />The rush; longing for that feeling<br /><br />Lust; pillow talking<br /><br />What a thirst<br /><br />You quenched it<br /><br />At my request<br /><br />Under the sheets<br /><br />Shhhh, say no more!<br /><br /><br />copyright 2005 by shyloh</div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-23312040689759239762007-09-03T19:09:00.000-05:002007-09-03T19:11:19.949-05:00Your Words<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtyihQJQdpI/AAAAAAAAACc/5Ty2JnrY4iQ/s1600-h/4b0b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtyihQJQdpI/AAAAAAAAACc/5Ty2JnrY4iQ/s400/4b0b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106134769684477586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" >Your Words<br /><br /><br />Your words are addictive<br />a magnetic pull on my heart<br />they fill me with ecstasy<br />in sweet dreams<br /><br />Your breath echos through<br />my very soul, timeless<br />it lifts my mind to places I<br />have never traveled before<br /><br />Eerie silence is gone<br />words of summer colors<br />paint a new world<br />beyond imagination<br /><br />A declaration of love<br />from your mouth<br />to my heart<br /><br />copyright 2005 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-64922913345052443092007-08-29T19:19:00.000-05:002007-08-29T19:20:36.881-05:00The Perfect Stranger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtYNSwJQdoI/AAAAAAAAACU/sh73o1AO1po/s1600-h/1105421780_cf6062130c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtYNSwJQdoI/AAAAAAAAACU/sh73o1AO1po/s400/1105421780_cf6062130c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104281843483571842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span>The Perfect Stranger</span><br /></div><br /><br />I slept with the perfect stranger<br />It was now or never<br />perhaps sooner or later<br />actually he was off limits<br />it was a secret passion<br />one that's naughty but nice<br />it was a reckless surrender<br />but sinfully sweet<br />I fell for smooth moves<br />I think it was the<br />present danger that<br />took me over the edge<br />with the perfect stranger<br /><br />copyright 2007 by shyloh</div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-46282734825348997332007-08-28T10:32:00.000-05:002007-08-28T10:36:40.236-05:00One Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtRAfwJQdlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VvSfdVmDl1I/s1600-h/hearthand1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtRAfwJQdlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VvSfdVmDl1I/s400/hearthand1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103775191961466450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">One Heart<br /><br />There is nothing like holding hands<br />with another.<br />But to share one heart is priceless<br /><br />~copyright 2007 by shyloh~</span><br /><br /><br /></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-51815924771709138422007-08-27T05:59:00.001-05:002007-08-27T06:02:17.985-05:00Confession of a shy Woman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtKvLAJQdkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uf_9QPvy5j0/s1600-h/Vexel__Puff_by_binjoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RtKvLAJQdkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uf_9QPvy5j0/s400/Vexel__Puff_by_binjoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103333931316442690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" > Confession of a shy woman.<br /><br /></span></div><p style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There has never been a man quite like you, you just came into my life and knew exactly what to do.<br /><br />Day dreaming all day long, about the things you say to me, I have never felt so beautiful and sensually free.<br /><br />How do you know how to take my breath away? You have me climbing the walls each and every day.<br /><br />Sitting here staring at the monitor, nothing to see, except the most beautiful words ever written to me.<br /><br />My heart is beating faster and faster with each and every word I read, if I had one wish granted to me, you would never leave me, that would be my plea.<br /><br />Our soul's on a journey we finally met, for this I thank God without any regret.<br /><br />You have brought me nothing but sweet bliss, so I will end this poem by sealing it with a kiss.</span></p> <p style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <span><span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;font-size:100%;" >copyright 2007 by shyloh</span></span></div></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-85745392751169492282007-08-21T20:20:00.000-05:002007-08-21T20:23:39.183-05:00Seduction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RsuP9AJQdjI/AAAAAAAAABs/lBRXu1kBd7w/s1600-h/passionfruitbyhappyyeyebw2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RsuP9AJQdjI/AAAAAAAAABs/lBRXu1kBd7w/s400/passionfruitbyhappyyeyebw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101329281100838450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Seduction<br /><br />Come with me into the mystic<br />where there is everlasting passion<br />touching our desire with breath<br />moments of bliss, the wonderful kiss<br /><br />The feast of seduction, now whispering<br />breaking silence, lovers in motion<br />infinite expressions of devotion<br /><br />The storm, raging, intense<br />fragrance fills the night<br />the scent of us<br />we have now became one!!!<br /><br />copyright 2007 by shyloh<br /></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-6314849280826791062007-08-18T10:11:00.001-05:002007-08-18T10:12:12.726-05:00A man that sails the Seven Seas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RscMQAJQdiI/AAAAAAAAABk/dLuhiuDE66s/s1600-h/ae34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RscMQAJQdiI/AAAAAAAAABk/dLuhiuDE66s/s400/ae34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100058572076643874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A man that sails the Seven Seas<br /><br /> When will you return to me<br /> a man that sails the seven seas<br /> I hear your echos in the wind<br /> on whispering waves<br /> calling back to me<br /><br /> As you travel the world each day<br /> I must wait; the sea is my home<br /> here is where I must stay<br /> feel the salt swirling in the air<br /> it's me, just breathe me in<br /> know how much I care<br /><br /> I have the treasure you so seek<br /> the pearls are in the shells<br /> down in the deep<br /> lying on top of the sand<br /> come I'll show you<br /> just take my hand<br /><br /> I know you need to venture more<br /> I live in the sea and you on the shore<br /> always remember you are the<br /> first and the last in my heart<br /> and the seas will not keep us apart<br /> the lighthouse will always shine<br /> to bring you back again and again<br /> if for just a little while<br /><br /> Copyright 2006 by shyloh<br /> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-14542827360018457522007-08-15T23:19:00.000-05:002007-08-15T23:21:18.043-05:00In a room with a View<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RsPQpQJQdhI/AAAAAAAAABc/uqlVHqFsnL4/s1600-h/a511.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RsPQpQJQdhI/AAAAAAAAABc/uqlVHqFsnL4/s400/a511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099148610240542226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">In a room with a View<br /><br />In a room with a view<br />hangs a portrait of you<br /><br />On the table; a letter unread<br />I didn't have to open it<br />I knew what it said<br /><br />I miss whispering poetic words<br />during night scenes<br />before a beautiful slumber<br />in watercolored dreams<br /><br />Now I love you from afar<br />not knowing where you are<br />reflections of yesterday<br />memories today<br /><br />I am a woman misplaced<br />only with thoughts of you<br />that I tenderly embrace<br />in a room with a view<br />and a portrait of you<br /><br />copyright 2007 by shyloh<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-25132095490117796332007-08-15T20:25:00.000-05:002007-08-15T20:26:03.982-05:00Sign my guest book please<p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-02.slide.com/widgets/slidemap.swf" height="262" width="350" style="width:350px;height:262px"><param name="movie" value="http://widget-02.slide.com/widgets/slidemap.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="l" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/> <param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&il=1&channel=9411842&site=widget-02.slide.com"/></object><p><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&ad=1&id=9411842&map=5" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/c1/9411842/ms_t003_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&ad=1&id=9411842&map=6" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/c2/9411842/ms_t003_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide6.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></p></p>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-626069445645764762007-08-14T10:08:00.001-05:002007-08-14T10:09:47.487-05:00Fairy Tale Form<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RsHFsnd8lJI/AAAAAAAAABU/3ka7Yi_E03M/s1600-h/e1b4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/RsHFsnd8lJI/AAAAAAAAABU/3ka7Yi_E03M/s400/e1b4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098573623459615890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Fairy Tale Form<br /><br />All things are magical and mystical in fairy tale form<br />like floating in a glass bottom boat; during a silver rain storm<br /><br />If by chance with your hands; you catch a shooting star You'll have no trouble catching moonbeams in a jar<br /><br />Standing on a riverbank, an awesome site to behold<br />watching moonfish dancing in a lake<br />they peek out of the water without taking a break<br /><br />Many things one can accomplish; like a blue bird with only one wing<br />Can't teach its young to fly, but it sure can teach it to sing<br /><br />I will lure my knight in shinning armor to my rose filled bed of fantasy dreams<br />I will place a kiss upon his lips remember, nothing is as it seems<br /><br />I want to paint unicorns on a landscape under the sea watching all the bubbles floating past me<br />and watch the lotus bloom under a gold lit moon, I am sure you would agree<br /><br />It's awesome what the mind can see<br />have you ever witnessed a rose petal storm<br />it's so awesome when it done in fairy tale form<br /><br />So the story has been told, written on paper gold its meant to be read by everyone, young and old<br /><br />copyright 2002 by shyloh</div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997321.post-66578474672607462372007-08-12T14:33:00.000-05:002007-08-12T14:40:35.797-05:00Pimping a Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Rr9h33d8lII/AAAAAAAAABM/JLy1L_JwLx8/s1600-h/sinpatrick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LWc2ZN9SIxY/Rr9h33d8lII/AAAAAAAAABM/JLy1L_JwLx8/s400/sinpatrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097900915616945282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Meet my good friend Sinpatrick.. </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/sinnedpatrick">http://www.myspace.com/sinnedpatrick </a><br /><br />His MySpace<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He is such a sweet man and an awesome poet.. Well<br />he has his own BlogTalkRadio show and I wanted to pimp<br />him out to give him more listeners and you can even call in<br />and talk to him woohoo. I will when I get brave enough. So<br />go and invite him as a friend.. And get to know him. Then<br />send him a story or a poem to read..<br /><br />Here is the URL<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/hostpage.aspx?host_id=7481">http://www.blogtalkradio.com/hostpage.aspx?host_id=7481</a><br /><br /> BlogTalkRadio.<br /><br />I love you Sinpatrick. I wish you great success with this.<br /><br />Namaste'<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>shylohhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390161506980913007shylohg@gmail.com