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Array ( [sid] => 125414 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Life is a journey without a map. [time] => 2006-09-06 18:45:39 [hometext] => [bodytext] => *Success, Money, Wealth…*

A man strides,
Rolling in it,
He’s an indisputable success,
Only his wife can match the size of this mans ego,
40 double D ,
“Plastic Fantastic,”
One of three of his lustful ladies.
Jealousy, Deceit and Trickery surround him.
But Money he says…that’s true happiness.

But it’s only your money they love.
His Soul, Sold.

*Beauty, Exquisiteness…*

A woman strolls,
Stunning,
She’s a bona fide success,
Legs Long,
Hair Wavy,
Eyes large,
Perfection,
Look once,
Look twice,
Hate yourself,
She loves it.
Men lust for her,
She knows it.

But Beauty she says…that’s true happiness

But men only love her body.
Her Soul, undiscovered.

*Power, Authority, Influence…*

A gentleman marches,
Head High,
Enforced Respect,
He towers over the weak,
He is a Magnificent Success,
All recognise him,
All fall at his feet,
All worship him…
A man,
Nothing more,
He forgets this.

But it’s Power, he says…that’s true happiness.
His Soul, oppressed.

*Faith*

I find a lady,
Not beautiful,
Nor well-off is she,
And command over man, she has none, However,
Her kindly ways relieve the poor,
Her Humble heart shows true beauty,
Her compassion shields the defenceless,
And her Faith,
Her faith is her guiding star,
Lighting her way though a maze of lost dreams,
Towards true happiness.

Her Soul Fulfilled. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 293 [topic] => 43 [informant] => topcatcrowther [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Life is a journey without a map.

Contributed by topcatcrowther on Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 06:45:39 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

*Success, Money, Wealth…*

A man strides,
Rolling in it,
He’s an indisputable success,
Only his wife can match the size of this mans ego,
40 double D ,
“Plastic Fantastic,”
One of three of his lustful ladies.
Jealousy, Deceit and Trickery surround him.
But Money he says…that’s true happiness.

But it’s only your money they love.
His Soul, Sold.

*Beauty, Exquisiteness…*

A woman strolls,
Stunning,
She’s a bona fide success,
Legs Long,
Hair Wavy,
Eyes large,
Perfection,
Look once,
Look twice,
Hate yourself,
She loves it.
Men lust for her,
She knows it.

But Beauty she says…that’s true happiness

But men only love her body.
Her Soul, undiscovered.

*Power, Authority, Influence…*

A gentleman marches,
Head High,
Enforced Respect,
He towers over the weak,
He is a Magnificent Success,
All recognise him,
All fall at his feet,
All worship him…
A man,
Nothing more,
He forgets this.

But it’s Power, he says…that’s true happiness.
His Soul, oppressed.

*Faith*

I find a lady,
Not beautiful,
Nor well-off is she,
And command over man, she has none, However,
Her kindly ways relieve the poor,
Her Humble heart shows true beauty,
Her compassion shields the defenceless,
And her Faith,
Her faith is her guiding star,
Lighting her way though a maze of lost dreams,
Towards true happiness.

Her Soul Fulfilled.

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Re: Life is a journey without a map. (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 11:39:29 PM AEST
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This was exquisite..made me cry. (tears dripping onto 42D....
really..it was beautiful and I loved the idea.

Re: Life is a journey without a map. (User Rating: 1 )
by topcatcrowther on Friday, 8th September 2006 @ 06:49:24 AM AEST
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Wow, is this guy a professional?? That was fab

Re: Life is a journey without a map. (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 9th September 2006 @ 08:06:20 PM AEST
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Bows to the art and message in this write.
Michelle

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