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I want a man...
A man that will flaunt me, not be afraid to openly call me his so his other chicks don't feel small...
I want a man...
A man that will respect me, not brag to friends about the things I do to and for him.
I want a man...
A man that will understand I will always have his back and forever stand by his side and do the same for me, not take it as he got me sprung so he can act freely and stupidly.
I want a man...
A man that understand commitment is a two way street, if I commit to you you commit to me and everything in between.
I want a man...
A man who knows it's going to be a fight... A fight to keep us strong and occasionally a fight to sometimes, but rarely prove me wrong.
I want a man...
A man that is willing to love me past my flaws, because I am only human.
I want man...
A man that isn't perfect but willing to comprise and at the same time show how to be the woman for the wonderful man that he is..
 Apr 2013 Timothy Brown
Hilda
So busy was I ne'er a poem written
The reason my sorry heart is smitten
His poems consist of such variety
Admired much by our family of three
Lovely poems written exceedingly well
Industrious pen's task does never fail
Although birthdays come only once a year
May God brighten your others with glad cheer
Gladdening our hearts when we feel so down
Happy though late birthday Timothy Brown!






~Hilda~
© April 26, 2013.
 Apr 2013 Timothy Brown
Marian
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Brings sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man had made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure;
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed of thrill pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What has man made of man?

William Wordsworth  **(1770-1850)
 Apr 2013 Timothy Brown
jerely
In times of life
Sometimes people needs to reject us
In order to learn the values:
Patience,Sacrifice,Understanding,Trust
There's always a right time
People will help you
There are often have a heart
They seem to be strange
But they are the only lucky that has been picked for you
Lucky that they still trust and love you for who you are
Don't worry if they are still rejecting you
Sometimes they just need to understand you
Sometimes they just neglect it because of the false alarm
Because later on they will just regret the opportunity
that just came in their entire life
Because people are lazy
Lazy to build for something
Because they want the easiest way of form in life
They don't want to suffer a lot
But in real life
The one who will be pick is the one who will be the successor!
Because of their best,effort and most of all
the sweat that they'd exert is the most worth
happened in their life.
That's why up until now
you can see their brightest smile that put up
on their face
And that's because they choose the right decision
to the right happiness and success in life!
I need your help guys and also I can help you too!
Just need your cooperation to watch this video
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 Apr 2013 Timothy Brown
Mercy B
Recently it's as though my mind, my body , but most of all the entirety my soul, are confined within a perpetual limbo, they're suffering, neglected and abused.

My thoughts are smashing into each other while fighting against one another, amidst a whirlwind within perfect storm, ripping at my emotions, which by themselves have been confused.

Beneath my skin there lies this undefinable rage, a monolithic knot of sadnness and fury with an insatiable hunger I can not stifle, so it just keeps growing.

With my eyes wide shut I lock away my voice and continue with my facade, in my stillness and silence a smile is worn, in hopes of no one knowing

A small part of me utters, in an almost breathless whisper, for help, boldly but softly I cry " hurry, i have lost myself again, please come and set me free".

But those whispers, they are drowned out and beaten down by the more dominate constraining force within, and it's motive......merely is to hide me.

I am wandering, meandering aimlessly around what once was the most familiar path I've ever traveled... my life

Unrestrained thoughts and memories that I tried to rid my mind of, in a awful frenzy race in... each one cutting like a knife.

There's an emptiness, a massive void is now spreading through out the place I would lock away the sadness, as it now is flowing free.

What a beautiful disaster it will make, when these sullen clips of my trouble mind are played for all the world to view and like a plague take over me.
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