RAIN COMES HEAVY TONIGHT... JANUARY 2, 2010
RAIN OF MY LIFE
THE WOMAN THE PET AND THE PIT
THE LUMBER THE TREE THE RAIN....
ITS ALWAYS IN THE RAIN
THAT DRAMA OF LIFE FORMS
WETNESS FORMS THE DROPLETS
THE CRYING THE TEARS
THE UNEXPLAINED ...
THE TRAGEDY
THE SURVIVAL
THE LIFE ALONG THE FLOW OF THE WATER
THE EMOTION
THE LOVE IN THE COLDTIMES AND HOTTIMES
CUMULUS CLOUDS THAT FORMED BEFORE THE RAIN...
IF A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS...
IF THE RAIN CAN SAY IT ALL...
THE FLOOD WONT SUBSIDE
BECAUSE A THOUSAND CROPS
CANT BE PAINTED....
WHEN A MAN LIKE ME... IMAGINE HOW A RAIN FALLS
IM SURE..THE RAIN IS OUT OF THE PICTURE
THE RAIN WILL CEASE AS THE SUBJECT...
ANOTHER SUBJECT WILL TAKEOVER....
MAN'S IMAGINATION IS ALWAYS A BOLD ONE
BUT IT DOESNT MEAN...WE PREFER THE LUST TO BE THE CENTER
ALWAYS AND ALWAYS... LOVE IS STILL THE BEST
IT MAYBE A ROMANTIC OR A DESIRE ONE
THE BEST OF LOVING IS STILL THE SEARCH
BEYOND THE UNCULTIVATED MISSION OF THE
MIND AND THE HEART OF MAN
I AGREE THAT MAN IS ALWAYS NAUGHTY
TO WEAK AND TOO STUBBORN TO PREFER FLESH THAN THE REAL THING
MOST WOMEN SEARCH FOR EMOTIONAL CONTENT AT THE ONSET
BUT IN THE END...MAN WILL SEARCH THAT EMOTION
UNFORTUNATELY MOST MEN DIDNT HAVE E
THE RIGHT TIME TO DISCOVER IT
MAN IS ALWAYS LATE.....
TOO LATE TO REALIZE AND EXPERIENCE
THAT TO LOVE A WOMAN IS
ABOUT ....CHOICE
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