Pure Bliss
Strolling across the beach, sand beneath my feet
Hypnotized by the beauty of Gods creation, pure bliss, pure delight
The sunlight begins to burn, intoxicating my soul, I’m speechless
The sun began to rest as it began to set
I’m surrounded by peace, as God continue to work, doing his very best
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| DRIP - DROP | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| SEDUCTION | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| Bass Guitar | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| MAN OF HOPE | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| DESIRE | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| LOVE | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Volcanic Eruptions | 1 | 08/17/2009 |
| TEMPTATION | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| BROKEN | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| FOURPLAY | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| RESPECT | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Blue Moon | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| PASSION | 1 | 08/12/2009 |
| Pure Bliss | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Minute Man | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| SEX | 3 | 08/09/2009 |
| A Mothers Love | 0 | 08/07/2009 |
| Forgiveness | 0 | 08/07/2009 |
| Dawn of Humanity | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| Peaceful Journey | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
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