Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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Saturday, April 14, 2012
Those Love games People Play
How many times have you someone say,
That love is just a game?
In days long past, people really fell in love,
But today, its just not the same.
Some people say, love has run away.
Many hearts have been broken by those games people play
People play with love, but with people,
Love does not play
If one plays with love, can one be certain
To love again someday?
Love Notes
I approach my love, for a long embrace.
High above the clouds, our spirits race.
I say to my dear, “I love you so.”
And then she would say, “You are a musician
Playing a song. With me as your instrument,
No note you’ll play wrong. Your music,
Divine, what more could one say,
But that I love the melody you play on me.
Your embrace is to set free, the love notes
Trapped inside me.”
All night long, our love plays on, rhythmically
Like a song. And she says. “Play on! Play on!”
Love is so Hard
Sometimes, I feel love is so hard.
Because instead of falling together. It
Sometimes falls apart.
When love is misguided, and out of
Control, and hopelessly stained
Like tarnished gold.
When It’s time to slow down,
Wake up, look around. Look around
For true love, if it can be found.
Love the is pure, and full of emotion,
And not uncertain, like a leaf on an ocean.
Forever floating from UN-end to UN-end.
Forever unknowing, the end from the begin.
If you ever find true love, hold on
To it tight. Don’t let it fly like a
Frightened dove.
Because before you know, its out of
Sight. The stronger the grip, the
Easier the fight.
Friends, protect thy love light.
The fragrance of Love
The fragrance of love, natures nose
Sniffs it out.
Life’s honey-bee drinks of it’s nectar.
As from a ever-flowing water spout.
The fragrance of love, Oh! One smells
It everyday.
It wines us, and dines us, with its
Nostalgic bouquet.
The fragrance of love, descends from
Above.
A choosy nose would choose another.
But every time I’ll choose love.
The fragrance of love, impetuous,
Elusive to the clutch, so easy to
Feel, too hard to touch. Sometimes
One hates to love, sometimes we love
It so much
The fragrance of love, a sweet smell
Forever true.
The sweetest smell from Heaven’s
Garden, thy fruit of the woo.
How many times have you someone say,
That love is just a game?
In days long past, people really fell in love,
But today, its just not the same.
Some people say, love has run away.
Many hearts have been broken by those games people play
People play with love, but with people,
Love does not play
If one plays with love, can one be certain
To love again someday?
Love Notes
I approach my love, for a long embrace.
High above the clouds, our spirits race.
I say to my dear, “I love you so.”
And then she would say, “You are a musician
Playing a song. With me as your instrument,
No note you’ll play wrong. Your music,
Divine, what more could one say,
But that I love the melody you play on me.
Your embrace is to set free, the love notes
Trapped inside me.”
All night long, our love plays on, rhythmically
Like a song. And she says. “Play on! Play on!”
Love is so Hard
Sometimes, I feel love is so hard.
Because instead of falling together. It
Sometimes falls apart.
When love is misguided, and out of
Control, and hopelessly stained
Like tarnished gold.
When It’s time to slow down,
Wake up, look around. Look around
For true love, if it can be found.
Love the is pure, and full of emotion,
And not uncertain, like a leaf on an ocean.
Forever floating from UN-end to UN-end.
Forever unknowing, the end from the begin.
If you ever find true love, hold on
To it tight. Don’t let it fly like a
Frightened dove.
Because before you know, its out of
Sight. The stronger the grip, the
Easier the fight.
Friends, protect thy love light.
The fragrance of Love
The fragrance of love, natures nose
Sniffs it out.
Life’s honey-bee drinks of it’s nectar.
As from a ever-flowing water spout.
The fragrance of love, Oh! One smells
It everyday.
It wines us, and dines us, with its
Nostalgic bouquet.
The fragrance of love, descends from
Above.
A choosy nose would choose another.
But every time I’ll choose love.
The fragrance of love, impetuous,
Elusive to the clutch, so easy to
Feel, too hard to touch. Sometimes
One hates to love, sometimes we love
It so much
The fragrance of love, a sweet smell
Forever true.
The sweetest smell from Heaven’s
Garden, thy fruit of the woo.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Sunday, August 28, 2011
New Affiliate Movement part 2
New Affiliate Movement part 2
This is the bottom line. If anyone has some so-called push button soft ware that works so good, put your money where your big huge mouth is. Let Affiliates try it really for free. Then if it really works, Then they will have to pay you for it. In reality, that will never happen. It is like I told you before, the markets are too saturated, that's why there so many crooks out there trying to sell there pipe dream push button, make money while you sleep junk to unsuspecting soles. Let the buyer beware. This is my challenge to those liars:
….. Let Affiliates try it really for free. Then if it really works, Then they will have to pay you for it.
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Monday, May 30, 2011
Lyrics For Hire
Send me your lyrics, (Protected), and I will make them into a song if they have a natural rhythm scheme, and post it to all my sites for $5.00 per-song. This includes a promo-video also posted to this site. If you prefer to perform your own lyrics, send me your recording via e-mail attachment or by mail. MAKE SURE ALL YOUR MATERIAL MEANING LYRICS, MUSICAL NOTES, AUDIO, AND VIDEO ARE PROTECTED. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DO THIS, CONTACT ME AND I WILL INSTRUCT YOU HOW TO REGISTER WITH THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.
solutionmotionpics@gmail.com or
jonahdmartin@yahoo.com
Short Stories and Poems Presents:
solutionmotionpics@gmail.com or
jonahdmartin@yahoo.com
Short Stories and Poems Presents:
Lyrics For Hire
Desire To Speak
If the sky passed away
And came again another day.
I would still have something to say.
For each day creates the atmosphere
To say the things you want to say
By Jonah D. Martin
Copy Right; 1998
I need to be in love, withe someone
Who loves me.
Someone innocent as a dove, with a
Heart as big as the sea.
I need to be in love, oh please
Come set me free.
I long to see her face, forever in
Her arms I'll be.
I need to be in love, just as the
Stars fill the skies.
Like the flyers use warm air for the
Highest highs.
I need to be in love as the the eagle soars
High and free.
When we unite we'll come together as
The rivers meet the sea.
Just like the electric eel, charged
With electricity.
Our story will be compared to the stars.
Perfect synchronicity.
By Jonah D. MartinCopy Right; 1998
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