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Heavens wept for what they could not hold Every sparkleing jewel was a tear shead Wealth of nations, glory of princes Ripped from the chest of sympathetic beggarsWe Believed In You Toiled for the American Dream Yet all in the Name of Love Horror was brought forthShouting the Rallying Cries Children! Compassion! Love! Freedom! For these Ideals we Die Chained to the Anchor of Thy EyeLiving for only what You can See No one Knows Hope, has become Greed Yet never shall this spirit fail For All that Has a Beginning Has an End --------------------------------------------------------And still I speak, like a fool, putting forth many points of view...

My STOCK account with all my sexay pix, http://asherstock.deviantart.com -------------------------------------------------------------- As a modern young man, I face many old world challenges. Social protocol call for the male to be sure and strong, to ask for the first date, pay for things, really court and care for a modern woman.... but? What is the goal? To set up sweet situations where I hope she says, "yes", and keeps saying yes!? What does that have to do, with me, the real me!?I have met many ladies, who date like mad, a dozen men rolling out the red carpet at one time, at all hours of the day and days of the year, these ladies are...

To make a scene?How many scene's does it take, to make a movie?How many stories does it take, to make a Life?Can you, truely, look me in the Eye, and say, there is not one moment within you that is ugly? immature?Now, you being you, knowing how many different moment's compose your life.... Imagine, that someone you care about deeply, only saw... the ugly moments, the pathetic scene...what would be the result?How would that person react?In this Moment, Created Together.... between you being you, and the other person Witnessing/Reacting, what scene is made?Is it a tragedy? or a love story?Does the witness laugh at the pathetic heapOr does th...