I have thought a very few times in life, that if I was lucky, I might meet someone who was exactly right for me. Not because that man was perfect, or because I am, but because our combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength.

While loving someone deeply gives you courage.

--Lao Tzu

I've been really tryin', baby

Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long

And if you feel like I feel, baby

Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon

Let's get it on

Ah, baby, let's get it on

Let's love, baby

Let's get it on, sugar

Let's get it on

We're all sensitive people

With so much to give

Understand me, sugar

Since we've to be here

Let's live

I love you

There's nothing wrong with me

Loving you, baby, no no

And giving yourself to me can never be wrong

If the love is true

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be

I'm asking you baby to get it on with me... ... ...

Nothing like a little Marvin Gaye...and feelin' the love tonight.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7eTOnNBwYU

I want to know you. I want to feel you. I want to know what you feel like. I want to kiss you. I want to miss you. I want to know what it’s like to miss you. I want to fuck you. I want make love to you. I want to know what it’s like to fucking make love to you.

Betrothed to happiness. A way of life. One without worry. One without strife. A joyful bliss is what I seek, but challenge me not. And my mind will not think. Of new things to do. Of new things left undone. A stagnant repulsion would surely come. So for me to keep smiling. I must admit. Betrothed to happiness is not it. And given the choice between a mole hill and mountain. A fourteener I’d choose just to grow like a fountain. Gaining the insight that keeps me on track. And forever faced forward, never looking back. For the beauty is there. And the view at the top. Is one worth the challenge. Where happiness finds me embraced in a balance.

My head is split open

My thoughts, oozing all around

Memories dripping from my fingers

Fear, knocking on the door

Souls of remembrance

Creeping from my past

Ripping through my heart

I feel dead

But death is a reality

My death is just a state of mind

Lying on the floor

with my head all around

Looking for something never found

Killing my image shrouded feeling of perfection

The sun rises every day

On my pain infested collection

(1990)

In my little corner

Where I sit and try to think

There is a little spider

Who is black like ball point ink

He crawls around all day

On my ceiling up above

Or visits me, eye to eye

Till I smash him on the rug

(1991)