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Jalapeno Lover

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:11 am

Jalapeno Lover


Spicy hot,
I can not touch,
For I will burn in the center of the earth,
To feel your warm sexy body,
Oh mine to me I glow,
When I think of heat,
I think of when I partake of your body,
My anus turns blue,
I cry boo hoo,
Because I can't be with you my jalapeno lover,
The heat you give within my head
makes me long for a piece of bread,
And the moral of this story,
Forever so true,
Though it causes me heartburn
when I think of you,
A jalapeno lover,
You burn in a never ending day
and tears fill my eyes
when we touch,
Oh so many ways,
Never try to fill a heart
with a cry of a stomach,
You might find more pain than you can deal with,
Oh jalapeno lover
I ache
in my need,
Please touch me !!!!

June 30, 2000




By: B.E. Whitehorn, Adrennia Cooper, Allan Perry & William Randol

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Chilly Willie Beaver Run

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:12 am

Chilly Willie Beaver Run


I am from a club
noble and blue thick ice,
We drill,
We will also jump through,
This makes it real hard in my real life,
For my tongue is too cold to pleasure my wife,
This is but one thing on this chilly willie beaver run,
My member had shrunk,
May balls in my throat,
When my willie is this chilly,
Never will I rock any woman's boat,

And I am the woman,
I am the beaver,
I am not cold,
Just a bitch sometimes
But I promise you this,
Touch me with you chilly willie,
And I the bitch
will cut it off!!!!

So...
You threaten !
Sounds
perhaps...
When we meet
you'll change your mind,
For trust may not come easy,
But who says things must be easy,
And in the scheme of things
we must find,
The reason of you hostility,
To right those wrongs
that you see so clearly,
But otherwise
your warmth
brings to rise
a meer understanding of manhood
complete with your womanhhod.

July 1, 2000

By: B.E. Whitehorn, Allan Perry, Adrennia Copper & Bill Swan

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Hamburger Helper

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:14 am

Hamburger Helper


To this skillet I will add
the right spice, the right sauce,
to make a magnificent meal,
For you you and I
with a caring hand,
The right side of beef
in a grinder of love,
Your stomach thinks of me as a thief,
To cause it such longing to eat you flavored beef,
My heart shall be wallowing
in the simmering grease,
And in the following day
you will find
those tastes held sublime,
Rich and exotic,
Forever held in memory
within my soul,
And so the story goes,
I am too cheap to buy steak,
So give me ground beef,
I am cheap,
Almost free,
But O'lord....
Where's the beef ?

June 30, 2000

By: B.E. Whitehorn, Adrennia Cooper, Allan Perry,
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Flamingo Sunrise

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:15 am

Flamingo Sunrise


Deep with a past
those times
varied within a dream,
Pride touched in a soul,
Never will thy meet
those visions
ever to see you
created from life,
To speak and beat,
I bleed for you,
I give you my life,
You will never grasp
on a path walking free,
The feathers...
The poop,
Oh how I flee to the sanctuary
of a cave,
I watch the flaming sunrise,
Pink with passion
rising within,
Balanced on one foot,
Burning in the sky,
This is the beginning of the flaming sunrise,
If I never again see
the glory of the morning,
I will never forget the
thought of a turtlehead forming,
The flamingos flew south
but their mark ever show
on the hood of my car
was the flaming flamingo sunrise.

June 30, 2000

By: B.E. Whitehorn, Adrennia Cooper, Allan Perry, William Randol & Billy Swan

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Not Yet Twilight

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:17 am

Not Yet Twilight


When it is not yet twilight
those shadows rise
among tender mysteries
arisen where only an echo meets
the silence,

The nightfall lifts my spirit
as Luna surfaces above
the trees that now glimmer
with the gift of her
dark light,

Could it be
that there is more than what meets the eye?
For in that silence
a longing touches one
in messages
promised only by what follows
a travelers heart,

Search....
And ye shall find
time through ancient mysteries,
A knowledge reawakened
in lore.

May 18, 2000

By: B.E. Whitehorn & Sherry Sheaffer

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Legend Of The Coyote

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:19 am

Legend Of The Coyote


I heard the coyote in the night,
As the coyote howled I listened to the message,
Whispers of the shaman
as he leads the visionquest,
As the coyote appears in my vision,
I see the smile on the coyote's face,
He speaks of wisdom,
A coyote from a different tribe
spoke in a language I did not understand,
My mind did not know the language,
But my heart did,
He spoke of a land far into the mountains,
Where the river flows
& game was plenty,
I sat with the coyote,
As we watched the hunters gather the food
for the tribe,
We see the children as they played
running & laughing,
Life was good,
You can gather all the legends of the coyote,
Some are good,
Some are bad,
What is the heart telling you that you need to learn
of that spirit of the coyote ?
He whispers in riddles,
Showing you the medicine of the coyote,
Fulfilling a plan,
Showing you that need,
For the coyote is a prankster,
But in the jokes that he plays
he shows a side of humor
in life,
Where everything need not be serious,
Now it's time to say goodbye to coyote,
Farewell brother,
Good life & good journey.

Feb 12, 2002

By: B.E. Whitehorn & Anthony Garcia

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Who Will ?

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:21 am

Who Will ?

To touch within the hear
a peace & serenity
kept for us all,
Not all of us can
answer all of the worlds questions,
But each of us can try,
Why ?...
Some ask,
Because if we don't...
Who Will ?
Search within,
Find that strength,
To touch within each earthbound soul,
Peace & serenity kept for us all,
None can answer all of the worlds questions,
But each of us can try,
Why ?...
some ask,
Because if we don't ...
Who will ?
Search within,
Find that strength
and forge into destiny's jaws,
Find that courage within,
See...
with eyes that don't see,
Listen...
Beyond the silence
of those who don't listen,
grip that need
that is resolved in all of us,
But somehow find
that uniqueness
in an honor of one.

Feb. 11, 2002

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The Voice In The Night

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:22 am

The Voice In The Night

Voice of the Lady,
Calls in the night of the wind,
Calling the people in the valley,
She touches in song,
Varied only in time,
Within that harmony
that touches in magic.

Can you hear her?

Talking the old language
of a heart's lover,
When they first fell in love
the magic word was called the night,
With winds & clouds
wherein the silence
a full moon appears
and the dance begins.

Look into her eyes
& tell me that it hasn't.

Pure bliss in a miracle of time,
Forever met in romance,
Listen...
And tell what you hear ?
A voice in the night,
The lady looked into the wind,
A world of magic & love,
Dreams of the writer,
The voice calls to the writer,
Tell the story....

Voice in the night.

Tell those dreams & fantasies
mired in promises,
Where the lady finds the man of her dreams,
An elfin prince,
A soulmate
who takes her to the promised land,
Where chivalry still touches
& a knight finds courage,
heard in tales told by a bard,
Mystery & intrigue,
Felt in the soul,
Those whispers revealed past midnight
& the joy pampered the heart only in time,
Mystery & fantasies of the mind,
The man, her lover,
Stands from two different pasts,
He calls to his lover in the night,
She hears his voice in the wind,
Splendour rises,
Immaculate in that wind,
Which whispers...
Only in the night.

The moon & the wolf
stand in agreement,
Nature takes its course,
When two souls entwine
in that spiral dance
celebrating the miracle of time,
They unveil of the night,
miracle love in the wind,
Wolf runs to the beat of a lover's heart,
The moon smiling in the night,
Old voices talking to the lover in the night,
Wind blowing the voice into time for all to hear.
If listened to with a heart,
the voices in the night tell lovers to dream,
Believe in the magic
Of the voice of the night,
And in that miracle
their voices are heard
eternally,
So when the night arises
some say that you can still hear them,
Listen...

Do you hear that voice in the night ?

Feb. 12, 2002

By: B.E. Whitehorn & Anthony Garcia

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A Voice In The Night ( Version 2)

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:25 am

A Voice In The Night ( Version 2)


The voice of love calls
in the winds of
nightfall,
calling out to the people
within the valley depths
she touches in a song
varied only in time,
Can you hear her lull
within that harmony
that touches in magic ?
She sings the melody
of a lover's heart,
When first two souls
fell in love.

Magical lyrics
summon the night,
Within the silence of dusk,
Upon a mystical night,
A full moon appears,
The dance of souls
begin,
Look into love's eye,
Tell me what you see,
Pure bliss,
Miracle of time,
Listen...
Tell me what you hear,
Love's melody in the night ?

Love gazes into the wind,
A window into the world of magic & love,
Her lyrical voice
beckons to the writer,
Tell the story of magic
in the night,
Reveal dreams & fantasies
mirrored in promises,
Where a lady can find
the man of her dreams,
her soulmate who will
take her to the promised land,
Where chivalry still touches
and a knight finds courage
herd in tales told by a bard.

Mystery & intrigue
felt in the soul,
those whispers
revealed past midnight
of the joy that pampers the heart,
Mystery & fantasies of the mind,
Where a man stands in the wind
glimpsing the lady he loves
calling to her in the night,
She will hear his dreamy voice
carried across time & space,
Splendor will rise
sweet & innocent in the wind
that whispers only in the night.

Nature takes its course.

As two souls entwine
in a spiral dance,
They will celebrate
the miracle of ages,
As the veil of night
blankets the Earth,
Passion's song howls in the wind,
While the moon smiles in the night,
A wolf cries to the beating of a lover's heart.

If you listen with your heart,
You'll hear the voice
of love in the night,
telling lover's to dream.

If you will believe in magic
her voice can be heard eternally,
So when the night arises,
Listen for the voices
within the night.

By: B.E. Whitehorn & Anthony Garcia
Author notes

TinasHeart helped out with this version.
Thanks Tina !
Written February 14th, 2002

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The Goddess

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:27 am

The Goddess


The Goddess had been called by many names,
She's been around since the beginning of time,
She's been worshiped alot of different ways,
She touches in our hearts
with love,
And she is love,
She appears in many different forms,
Some believe in her,
Some don't,
But that's their choice,
She comes to you sometimes in dreams,
Her magic weaves through many dimensions & many destinies,
Some say the old religion is gone,
Some say that they've gotten rid of all priestesses,
But they're wrong,
Because I know for a fact that they are wrong,
Some say that magic no longer exists,
But they are wrong,
For magic exists in the heart & not in the mind,
There is an old saying,
When the student is ready
a teacher will appear,
Her students are popping up all over the world,
Each with their own understanding,
Each with their own magickal beliefs,
If you believe with your heart
She'll show you magick,
When you least expect it
a priestess will show up to give you a message,
Male & female may believe in The Goddess,
To touch upon the veil
& see with the heart not eyes,
Because the eyes will deceive you
but the heart will never,
True magick comes from the heart,
May The Goddess bless you,
May The Goddess bless all that you do,
So it is,
And so it will be.

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I Heard This Word Called Magic

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:29 am

I Heard This Word Called Magic


heard this word called magic,
They say its in everything,
Some people say that it doesn't exist,
But I keep hearing of it all the time,
It's seen through the heart,
Its joy is felt everyday,
If it doesn't exist then why does man try to use it ?
Or if the ones that say it doesn't exist,
Fear it,
Because true magic comes from the heart,
For those who don't believe
it doesn't exist,
Let them live in this world of reality,
I prefer the other way,
And touch magic from my soul,
Some that touch magic
call it a different name,
To some a different past
or a different reality,
Magic ran for centuries,
The uses for it had different names,
The age of magic is back running rampantly,
Some see it through an age of dreams
where past lives come around
and touch when least expected,
It's found when the heart is open
& magic will come,
Some find it when the muses
are speaking through poetry & song,
It touches through the dreams
and is celebrated throughout time,
the heart weaved its own magic,
Brilliant in many hues,
For within this universe
a dedication to magic
weaves only
a miracle in time.

By: B.E. Whitehorn & Anthony Garcia

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Elfwar

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:32 am

Elfwar


Back in the years once a long time ago,
There lives a tribe of elves in a meadow,
Happy little fellows living on the land,
Then something happened, hard to understand.

As a group living intimately with their land,
In harmony with all the world & it's wonder,
They savored every flower, tree & animal.
Yet with their powers, they too fell under.

All of the elements, they deeply respected,
the rocks, the earth, the wind & the wood,
They bore their children feeding them nectar
with morning dew & moondrops for their food.

They crafted their pieces of gold & silver,
encasing gems in the Earth showing great beauty,
They made charms invoking many of the spirits,
Whimsical, for living in laughter was a duty.

They were so peaceful & with nature, one.
Opening mysteries of magic, the truest sense,
Knowing thoughts & emotions, the world around,
Caused them conflicts, thus they suffered penitence.

Contention stirred over who had the most power,
Since each had gifts for lighting the world,
Thus, strong emotions aroused & they grew dark,
as brother to brother, wrath was unfurled.

It was inevitable a war was beginning to start,
As the wise seers planned
themselves to prepare,
For strife was building so much in their hearts
& great animosity aroused, abundantly in the air.

Many turned to sanctuaries, their home & hill,
seeking to comprehend what was to transcend,
Whispers spread...
Prosing the dark powers still,
Follow the spider queen's tentents,
her every command.

They discreetly began to gather up their people,
Forging the strongest items to prove their might,
Armor, to protect the heroes they'll send to battle,
Helmets to inspire faith trust in the raiment light.

They made long, sharp swords to penetrate their foes,
Other weapons of their force, were under construction,
Subtle arrows of defense,
They spared no expense,
They even tapped into awesome spells of destruction
to fight the coming of the drow.
The elfwar began & brother against brother,
daughter against Mother.
Mages from all sides leashed their powers,
Spark lit each clash of sword against plate,
Pointing the way for arrows to seek & wound,
Hoping to kill.
The elves overcame the drow
winning the war.
But the price was too high !
What have they done ?
Sorrow fell into their hearts
& changed their lives forever.
They buried their dead & went on with their lives.
Still...
they remember.
And so the tale is told.

Feb 18, 2002

By: B.E. Whitehorn & Tommy Crumpler

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Crying In That Partial Eclipse

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:34 am

Crying In That Partial Eclipse

Serrated in that blind eye
where one see's one thing,
And another...
within a different point of view,
How is it that we are not finding an answer ?
Only finding a silence
that somehow shouts,
Insisting
that we must remain,
defined in that partial eclipse,
Yet,
hidden here within
a poverished spirit,
An echo drifts,
Releasing silence into obscurity,
Perhaps a glimpse of hope
or more tears to come,
Whatever happened to peace
in the myriad of chaos ?

March 11, 2002

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TO Touch Upon The Stars

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:37 am

TO Touch Upon The Stars

It's been said
to touch upon the stars & beyond,
What then ?
Who knows ?
Ah....
But the adventure may be grand !
What dangers lurk
unbeknowest to all,
That reach of imagination stirs within us,
Keeps us...
going on,
Our curiosity may be the death of us yet,
But to us...
it matters not,
Somehow it keeps us driven,
Discoveries that may be discovered,
What then ?
Sailing into the vast cosmos,
Exploring bizarre new worlds,
Such beauty never seen by mankind,
With risks just as great as the reward,
Would we dare to leave our comfort zone ?
To possibly meet new life forms,
far above even our own golden sun ?
With our minds...
we do wonders,
But how ?
With knowledge ?
With creativity,
Of our unlimited
ever exceeding
imaginations ?
Or possibly if we...
ride the comet
within dreams,
We can then
touch upon
a star.

March 11, 2002

By: B.E. Whitehorn & Tommy Crumpler

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Everybody Loves Dreamer

Post by carndo » Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:39 am

Everybody Loves Dreamer


Everybody loves me,
For I'm so cute,
To the days when I am gone,
Everybody misses me,
Cause everybody loves Dreamer,
Sublime
within thy heart,
Touched in a smile
mirrored
forever
within those dreams,
the visions I see are so hard,
To find out why must I live within
my own mind,
The people they know me,
My heart and my longing,
they love my thoughts,
My life is sublime,

We see you everyday and wonder
what to say to a heart so free,
Yet so melancholy,
You make us smile,
You make us dance,
You have the spunk of a leamer,
Is it a wonder why everyone loves Dreamer ?

June 30, 2000

By: B.E. Whitehorn, Adreanna Copper, Allan Perry & William Randol

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