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Die digter Hafiz

Maart 16, 2010 in Sonder kategorie

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and could give the Beloved His choice,
Some nights He would just drag you around the room by your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep on too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us up in a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know quickly packs their bags
And hightails it out of town.

Hafiz maak my horny!!!!!

6 antwoorde op Die digter Hafiz

  1. Sanseveria het gesê op Maart 16, 2010

    Fabulous! (Moenie te veel poetry by die werk lees nie).

  2. Sanseveria het gesê op Maart 16, 2010

    Waarom verskyn jou blogs nie by Onlangs Gepos op die tuisblad nie?

  3. palamino het gesê op Maart 16, 2010

    Geen idee nie! Ek vlieg maar orals onder die radar, jong!

  4. palamino het gesê op Maart 16, 2010

    Ek het hierdie poetry juis nodig by die werk..dis sexy…dis inspirerend…hierdie man wil God ‘n oopmond soen gee….

  5. palamino het gesê op Maart 16, 2010

    Hello! Ek het jou kiekie op FB herken, maar was nie seker watter blogger jy is nie!

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