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I love listning to Sting, So when I was listning to " Fields of Gold" It tied
in so well with my "Prophet' series, I had to write a story. I think it's because I
have always wanted to make love out doors. The idea of feeling the warm sun on my back in the Fall,
and having my lover sented with the perfume of sunflowers, rising in my arms excites me.
Right now, My life fits Number nine off the Bare Naked Ladies album, Born on a pirate ship.
Which is really funny because all I hear is "One" by U2. Then I realize nobody really even knows me well
enough to even know my favourate flower or my favourate flavour of coffee. This is when it dawned on me,
if nobody knows me, I am free to be whomever I choose, whenever. I needn't hide myself now nor be ashamed.
If Bud wants to run circles around a tree naked, Thats Bud! If I want to be the typical conservative, thats ok, thats Bud too!
This kind of freedome is great! No strings, no ones expectations to live up to, and no one cares what I do, now, My friends,
I AM FREE!
Freedoms Prophet.
"I miss the way your body rose when I kissed your lips the first time after our long time apart.
It took us three years to find you, Three years of thinking I'd killed ya.
Three years of guilt and pain, Three years of wondering if you forgave me for my awful synne.
Three years of yearning to stroke your golden and flaiming red hair.
I remember how we found you. You had told Raych you were here and we didn't listen.
I wish we had. Gambit knew what the rest of us didn't want to hear. We burried you alive, Darlin an, I'm so sorry!
He made a deal with that devil, Sinister, to save you from your mind. The trap I put you in by mistake.
Three years he had to keep that secret. The pain Remy musta felt when he had to look us in the eyes
day by day, not being able to tell us how to get to you. To save your life.
The west winds kicked up and that patch of sunflowers you love so much is swaying.
I remember making love to you in that field. I think thats where John and Sara were concieved.
Yer beautiful white neck glistning in the sun. Right now you look so peaceful sleeping there.
The kids all love you so much, It's like you never was gone. I wanna try again darlin. I wanna make this all right.
You don't seem to love me as much as you used to. Just not the same way.
Professor X says that the damage I inflicted when I had the nightmare, the one that nearly killed ya,
causes mood changes like this. He sys you'll be yer normal cheery self soon. I hope so. I'd get down on my knees
and crawl through cold shards of ice fer ya to love me again.
Beast says ya might not ever really be able to walk strait again. I guess thats another thing I did.
When I clawed ya, I grazed yer spine. He says that Sinister had neuro transmitters in place to fix the damage,
but when we removed them, it only made it worse.
Do you resent me? I see you lay next to me, your beautiful breasts delicatly coverd by the green cotton sheets
It compliments your hair so well.
I want you so badly, but it seems the only time I even get to touch you is when I
do your therapy sessions. You push yourself hard. So much like me in that aspect.
Your my wife, Jeannie! I know I done you wrong but you gotta tell me how make it right!
I'll do whatever it takes! Just...love me again.
I love listning to Sting, So when I was listning to " Fields of Gold" It tied
in so well with my "Prophet' series, I had to write a story. I think it's because I
have always wanted to make love out doors. The idea of feeling the warm sun on my back in the Fall,
and having my lover sented with the perfume of sunflowers, rising in my arms excites me.
Right now, My life fits Number nine off the Bare Naked Ladies album, Born on a pirate ship.
Which is really funny because all I hear is "One" by U2. Then I realize nobody really even knows me well
enough to even know my favourate flower or my favourate flavour of coffee. This is when it dawned on me,
if nobody knows me, I am free to be whomever I choose, whenever. I needn't hide myself now nor be ashamed.
If Bud wants to run circles around a tree naked, Thats Bud! If I want to be the typical conservative, thats ok, thats Bud too!
This kind of freedome is great! No strings, no ones expectations to live up to, and no one cares what I do, now, My friends,
I AM FREE!
Freedoms Prophet.
"I miss the way your body rose when I kissed your lips the first time after our long time apart.
It took us three years to find you, Three years of thinking I'd killed ya.
Three years of guilt and pain, Three years of wondering if you forgave me for my awful synne.
Three years of yearning to stroke your golden and flaiming red hair.
I remember how we found you. You had told Raych you were here and we didn't listen.
I wish we had. Gambit knew what the rest of us didn't want to hear. We burried you alive, Darlin an, I'm so sorry!
He made a deal with that devil, Sinister, to save you from your mind. The trap I put you in by mistake.
Three years he had to keep that secret. The pain Remy musta felt when he had to look us in the eyes
day by day, not being able to tell us how to get to you. To save your life.
The west winds kicked up and that patch of sunflowers you love so much is swaying.
I remember making love to you in that field. I think thats where John and Sara were concieved.
Yer beautiful white neck glistning in the sun. Right now you look so peaceful sleeping there.
The kids all love you so much, It's like you never was gone. I wanna try again darlin. I wanna make this all right.
You don't seem to love me as much as you used to. Just not the same way.
Professor X says that the damage I inflicted when I had the nightmare, the one that nearly killed ya,
causes mood changes like this. He sys you'll be yer normal cheery self soon. I hope so. I'd get down on my knees
and crawl through cold shards of ice fer ya to love me again.
Beast says ya might not ever really be able to walk strait again. I guess thats another thing I did.
When I clawed ya, I grazed yer spine. He says that Sinister had neuro transmitters in place to fix the damage,
but when we removed them, it only made it worse.
Do you resent me? I see you lay next to me, your beautiful breasts delicatly coverd by the green cotton sheets
It compliments your hair so well.
I want you so badly, but it seems the only time I even get to touch you is when I
do your therapy sessions. You push yourself hard. So much like me in that aspect.
Your my wife, Jeannie! I know I done you wrong but you gotta tell me how make it right!
I'll do whatever it takes! Just...love me again.