some call it Love.
some call it Hate.
some can't seem ta' wait
ta' find themselves a mate.
guess they're afraid
they'll be too late.
some just wanna' jump
right ta' the hump.
drive on up ta' the pump
and filler' up.
runneth over their cup.
ain't that sumpin'
all that humpin' & pumpin'?
some call it Love.
some call it Hate.
some just call it Fate.
some call it Love.
some call it Lust.
some think they Must
or it'll rust.
ashes ta' ashes.
dust ta' dust.
if ya' don't
you won't Bust.
but if it's Love
or if it's Hate
if it's Lust
or if it's Fate,
one thing for sure
it's Never Too Late.
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
A unique perspective about the reality of existence, the meaning of life, the true impact of relationships between human beings and all life as well as the spirit world, and the impact that everyone makes on the universe. (Available in Print or as an
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
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You never, ever disappoint :)))
another great write.......and so true !!!
it is NEVER TOO LATE :-)