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Feeling grateful or appreciative of someone or something in your life actually attracts more of the

About Me


::NUEVA::
:::Yo SOY:::
bizarra
fresca
suave
loca
artista desconocido
poeta
temperamental
pensador
hondo
determinado
desorganizado
creativa
chistoso
apasionado
intenso
dulce
egoísta
morador
fumador
::shastin michelle:::
::::POESÍA AMOR::::
::Esperando::
me echas de menos?
besos y abrazos
Cariñosamente
te adora apasionadamente
aquí es mi corazon con cariño
si tu quieres
te espero sentada
tengo ganas de gritar
la tortura!
El momento es nuestro
El fantasia es nuestro
es alegria
la energia
Mi cuerpo se estremece
guardame tu dulzura..
junto al fuego
::shastin mi chile::
::DESCONOCIDO::
La desconocido, por favor
No me recuerdo la palabra por desconocido
¿Qué quiere decirlo?
Desconocido?
Es un poco como
Desconocido
¿Que sabores de helados tienes?
Desconocido?
Pienso que haya un error
Yo soy desconocido
::shastin michelle::
::de la patada::
cuando él traduce
Ella entiende todo
Él tiene un corazon
Hace mucho sol y Hace mucho calor.
voy a dormir y soñar y
El corazon esta ante tus ojos
No hay nada
que puedo hacer bajo las circunstancias
El corazon de shastin es rojo
rojo para pasión
Él hace todo para mí,
amor mio amor
tu ves un beso?
me pregunta
Sí, lo quiero.
No creo que yo entienda todo
no creo que tu entiendas todo
y Cada día te extraño más
Cierro mis ojos y te imagino junto a mi... ¿Puedes entenderme?
::shastin michelle::
::METAPHORAS::
ponte once, ponte mosca
Kaviedes es una mina.
que foco que eres
tiene la mente llena de problemas
la cabaza me explota
Cuesta un ojo de la cara
Los árboles no nos dejan ver el bosque
En el mundo de los ciegos el que tiene un ojo es rey
Lo agarraron asando batatas
Hacerse el chivo loco
Ni con Dios ni con el Diablo
El corazón de la auyama sólo lo sabe el cuchillo
Estamos juntos pero no reburujao
Me revientan tus tontadas
Me estás hinchando
Me estás hinchando las narices
::shastin michelle::
::citas famosas::
Entre lo que existe y lo que no existe, el espacio es el amor.
El amor semeja un árbol: se inclina por su propio peso, arraiga profundamente
en todo nuestro ser y a veces sigue verde siendo en las ruinas de un corazón.
Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido.
¿Sufre más aquél que espera siempre que aquél que nunca esperó a nadie?
A menudo los labios más urgentes no tienen prisa dos besos después.
El verdadero amor no es el que perdona nuestros defectos, sino el que no los conoce.
El amor es invisible y entra y sale por donde quiere, sin que nadie le pida cuenta de sus hechos.
::broma española::
Dos niños presumiendo de sus papas:
– Mi padre es mejor que el tuyo.
– Bueno, pues mi madre es mejor que la tuya.
– Sí, creo que tienes razón, mi padre dice lo mismo.
::::MY FAVORITE POEMS/POET::::
:::Si Tu Me Olvidas:::
Quiero que sepas
una cosa.
Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en esa día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.
::PABLO NERUDA::
::Decálogo del Artista::
I. Amarás la belleza, que es la sombra de Dios sobre
el Universo.
II. No hay arte ateo. Aunque no ames al Creador,
lo afirmarás creando a su semejanza.
III. No darás la belleza como cebo para los sentidos,
sino como el natural alimento del alma.
IV. No te será pretexto para la lujuria ni para
la vanidad, sino ejercicio divino.
V. No la buscarás en las ferias ni llevarás
tu obra a ellas, porque la Belleza es virgen,
y la que está en las ferias no es Ella.
VI. Subirá de tu corazón a tu canto y te habrá
purificado a ti el primero.
VII.Tu belleza se llamará también misericordia,
y consolará el corazón de los hombres.
VII.Darás tu obra como se da un hijo: restando
sangre de tu corazón.
IX. No te será la belleza opio adormecedor,
sino vino generoso que te encienda para la acción,
pues si dejas de ser hombre o mujer,
dejarás de ser artista.
X. De toda creación saldrás con vergüenza,
porque fué inferior a tu sueño, e inferior
a ese sueno maravilloso de Dios,
que es la Naturaleza.
::Gabriela Mistral::
::PORTUGUESE POEISA::
A LUTA
LUTO PORQUE DOÍ
DOÍ QUANDO LUTO
GRITO QUANDO SOU LOUCO
SOU LOUCO QUANDO GRITO
NÃO POSSO MODIFICAR O MODO que LUTO
NÃO POSSO PARAR-ME DE GRITO
NÃO POSSO PARAR-ME DE LUTA
POSSO SORRIR QUANDO LUTO
POSSO DOER QUANDO SORRIO
SOU AGRESSIVO PORQUE NÃO CONFIO
OCULTO TODOS OS MEUS MEDOS
TENHO FRIO
TENHO UM CORAÇÃO
UM CORAÇÃO PARA LUTAR
VOCÊ NÃO PODE GOSTAR DE MIM
Eu não GOSTO DE VOCÊ
SE eu GOSTO DE VOCÊ
PODEMOS JOGAR
::FAISCA::
a história é sobre uma luta
Sou a luta perfeita
imprevisível
cheio de suprises
você pode esperar um fogo
de onde fazem o fogo vir
o meu coração
a minha paixão
o meu amor da arte
emoções contidas
cheio de ódio
cheio de lágrimas
cheio de perda
a luta ajuda-me a ganhar
Sou perdido no jogo
mas sei onde você é
teste as minhas habilidades
Prometo que farei melhor
Sou melhor do que você pensou
Sou resistente
e você teme
intimidado
::FAISCA::
Plástico
ela é tão irreal
ela usa o cabelo irreal
sorriso é a falsificação
a respiração fede ao pênis
ela rouba o meu estilo
ela não é lutador
ela não está ganhando
ela é bebê
é um frango
o latido de frango
ela ladra como um cão
ela é minha o marionete
marionete de dança
ela está indo adquirir o maluco
Sorrirei
a vingança é o resultado
Sempre ganho
::shastin michelle::
Eu desejo
beijo adeus a todos os medos
beijo hello ao amor
beije-me adeus nunca
beije-o hello com nenhum desespero
beije-o onde fere
::Portuguese Poetry::
uma expressão de meus sentimentos
Eu sou a informação
você pergunta somente para
se eu for ferido
faz-me o sorriso
se eu for ferido
a palavra é pesarosa
ame-me
se você a querer reparar
meu coração repara sozinho
não me fere!
another poem in portueguese because I like the way it sounds when it translates.... enjoy... this one brings me back to my roots just in portuguese:
a terra e meus sentimentos
Eu estou no ar
e eu sou vôo que
eu não gosto de ser
um pássaro tanto
o ar
não é como a terra
a terra é onde
o ar é para que eu me respire
está na água
e eu sou natação
eu não gosto de ser
um peixe tanto
a água
não é como a terra
a terra
é onde eu bebo a água
e como os peixes
this poem titled portuguese poetry is beautiful without a translation posted! if you would like a translation take it amongst yourselves to translate it to english... I really felt this poem I wrote... I hope you all can feel it the way I felt it... especially if you are a capoeirista; consider this one of my projects!
::Poesia portuguesa::
O Brasil é um estado da mente
sozinho com os meus pensamentos
ele dança e luta
naquele momento
em roda
a dor inteira desaparece
alívio de qualquer dor em vida
Vejo roda
nas partes infelizes de cidade
a ironia, que ele é um lugar feliz
todo o mundo quer o que faço
confrontar a dor
confrontar o medo
quando a agressão sai
dos nossos corpos
não importa como rico
não importa como pobre
somos todos iguais na cor branca
até em um mau dia
a energia positiva é possível
:::salvador:::
manina manina
ela lembra-me de uma história bahia
growning em cima de em pelehno
ela livin a vida como um capoeirista
oh manina manina
:::çastin:::
:::LAPA:::
no Rio de janiero
com olhos largos fechado
nos bairros pobres
longe das máscaras
de sociedade
a perda do pobre
coberto por capoeira
guerreiros eles dançam
guerreiros eles lutam
o lapa é melicio
o poder de ashad
os jogos de berimbau
a gente canta
a gente aplaude
os inimigos rodeiam o roda
lutar mais uma vez
o sangue contunde e lágrimas
vencedores e perdedores
lutadores não amantes
amantes não lutadores
ashay
translation:
in the Rio of janiero
with wide eyes closed
in the poor districts
far from the masks
of society
the loss of the poor person covered by hencoop
warriors they dance
warriors they fight
the neighborhood is melicius
the power of energy
the plays of berimbau
the people sing
the people applaud
the enemies go it turns it
to fight again
the blood bruises and tears
winners and losers
fighters not lovers
lovers not fighters
ashay
I CHANGE FROM DAY
TO NIGHT IN MERE
SECONDS
INCOGNITO
I HAVE WEAKNESSES
WEAKNESS IS PAIN LEAVING YOUR BODY
::shastin michelle::
"war is based on deception"

My Interests

::Miss. Butterfly::

Introducing
Miss. Butterfly
producing
sound
from the underground
rhythm and rhyme
this poets words
sublime
as rare as
Japanese lime
bringin it to you
live
its an internal drive
that makes this poet
survive
these not of dreams
other
extremes
a couple scenes from
a place we call reality
a solid mentality
no legality
on sexual morality
a higher sense of
spirituality
because you see
I am free
I am exotic
like the Mediterranean sea
this is the place I will stay
in butterfly Monet
multi color nude
in my
imperative mood

::SHASTIN MICHELLE::

::Raining::

eating away like termites on wood
the sky cries all the tears
I can not allow myself to cry
when it rains it pours
a flood of tears
drowning in blood for a week
sorrow knows not of smiles
pain is of weakness
leaving my body
cringing to morals
hiding away in a corner
darkness awaits
ripping out eyes
not to see
what only reality can bring
feeling a sensation
of numb
a sickness only love
could heal
like a black rose
wilting in dispair
If eyes were not color blind
black would be of color

::Shastin Michelle::

..

:::LOVE POETRY::

::Tisk Tisk::

Brilliant red
achieving composition
the perfect position
for punishing education
stolen hearts criminalization
there was a love conviction
punishable by anticipation
of a spanking
heart shaped
pumping blood
asking for combustion
unblinking imagination
creating discoloration
along with sweetly
expressing attraction
Insistently demanding
infatuation
smacking hand
continuation
Uncovering itself
as domination
seeing stars
in aggression
in combination
with a brief kissing
dissatisfaction to a action
processing tears evaporation
lost in the oceans motion
screaming out dedication
a painful confirmation
convicting naughtily
by demonstration

::shastin michelle::

::Caught Up::

dazing off dreaming
dating a thought
a thought of you
thinking thoroughly
catching your character
one by one
wondering wanting
whats inside
mysterious mind
from time to time

::shastin michelle::

::Romantic Renaissance::

A Queen
forming epics
marvels making romantic
courtly love
prose and verse
poetics and politics
traditional tempest tales
modern attempt
for excitement

expressionistic
with artful admiration
platonic plays
of compassion
accompanying appreciation
lady leisure endures
confidence confides
uncomplicated courtship

::shastin michelle::

:Shy's MC:

if u close your eyes
what do you see?
blue skies
smelling potpourri
butter fire flies
holding a key
the ultimate prize
in one word "we"
a happy surprise
what will we be?
potatoes or fries?
coffee or tea?
would you revise
poor little me?
do you like my thighs?
weak in the knee
freedom for the free?
speak under a tree
do you frown on goodbyes?
ship me across sea
are you filled with whys?
how do you plea?

::shastin michelle::

::Nature and Flowers::

natural glow
yellow
The birds
with the bees
butterflies
indigo purple
fluttering low
brown fish
green fish
blue skies
fire flies
florida's
big bug eyes

::shastin michelle::

::Melting::

I do not love you
less than you do
blood rushing
reddish blue
an arrow struck through
moments I withdrew
for you
to see through
you are the corset
I lace into

::shastin michelle::

::Talking to Fire::

You are the fire I burn
it is fire I want in return
the flames I yearn
igniting higher and higher
pyro I do admire
those flames not a liar
hypnotic saffire
scorching desire
I am wearing fire attire
every inch of fire I claim
raging burning flame
it was arson to blame
finger me fire
I like you a lot
the fire is hot
inside my beauty spot

::shastin michelle::

::Pyro::

Pyro do you need a light?
warm you up, fire is my delight
passionate flames slowly turn white
candles take away my stage fright
I want to wear you red and white
my fire would you ignite?

::shastin michelle::

::traveling::

a journey
a journey
to the
heart
shaped
starz

A journey
to the art
a journey
to the start

A journey
a journey
to
the
heartz

::shastin michelle::

::DIVINE::

Pearls Protection
perfection inside.

Pretending
swept aside

swimming in this ocean
a pearl divine

you know what I wanted
so completely wanted

::shastin michelle::

::Standing::

i reveal too much
should I be?
stand- off- issshhhhhhh?
no less than abstract.

Imperfection
Picasso passion
can you feel art?
I can feel love.

does the mirror see?
what reflection can see?
What can you see?
This passion's complexity?

It is me.
Dramatic.
Monet moment
can you see?
destiny

should I be
exposing every piece
of ME?
stand off ish?

::shastin michlelle::

::Spanish tea::

Welcome to the sacred love tree, stimulating you
to an adequate degree,
take me to the purest temple,
orange tree,
the sweetest love on tv.
calling names
like tootsie chocolate nestle
my name in your spelling bee.
protect you from the rain umbrella tree,
whole like avocados
on an avocado tree.
speaking so sexual irresistibly,
from the waist down south china sea
saffron give me seasoning potpourri
is it you?
is it me?
sweet salt tree
how sweet can it really be?
mr. green tea,
sweat pea,
let me cherish thee,
sun warming Lipton tea.
Weird and strange is she?
I can see
you are just as strange as me
I am seasons changing
like the leaves
of the maple tree
no matter day,
afternoon
or night
i would shake a mango tree
a banana tree
any kind of tree
just to make you happy.

::shastinmichelle::

::Only You::

I am falling
like never again
dreaming like a
wish coming true
I think I wished
so hard for Mr. Right
He may be the one
floating on clouds
he makes me giggle
I smile ear to ear
hearing his soft voice
his sweet kind words
I am inspired
is this so real?
so perfect
things are what they seem
I feel the need to care
pinch me I am in love
love so soon assumed
so beautiful
so special
so good so true
understanding a sweet man
into just me
it definatly can be
LOVE
a long awaited
True Love
I am falling
like never again

::shastin michelle::

::Selfless::

my sensuality is like art
experiencing uneven rhythms
building up expression
busting into intensity

an energy I attempt to regualte
strikes with inclination
fabricating the unusual
filling reason with stamina.

I have sweet somethings
physical care and well being
sexual expression
drawing out a dialogue

emotionally meets physically
within a detailed analysis
I prefer spontaneous
willing to trust judgement

natural love is more involved
desire to envelop a lover
avoiding trouble
when love is profitable

::shastin michelle::

:::SPECIAL:::

special knocking at my door
I want more
my heart I can pour
so much more to explore
through that door
real defining hardcore
happy romance galore
I am not sad anymore
no fair love and war
a reason to come in for
nothing to be sorry for
it is special I adore
everything I ask for
kissing once more
passion will not ignore
hearts on restore
nothing I would pay for
kiss me once more
twice more
many more
there is so much more
special can provide for
what is more?

::SHASTIN MICHELLE::

:::SUNSET'S SUMMER DREAM:::

SWEET KISSES REMINDING
BEAUTIFUL'S REMINISCE
SLUMBER INTERRUPTED
WITH I MISS U
ONCE AGAIN

SUDDEN DAYDREAMS
OF THE UNTHINKABLE
ANTICIPATING AND MISSING
THAT GENUINE SMILE
I ADMIRE

DESERVINGLY
MY SWEET MAN CHERISHES
THIS SWEET WOMAN
WITHOUT A KISS
WRAPPED IN SURRENDER

I CALL U IN VIBRATIONS
GAZING INTO THE NIGHT
INTO THE STARS.
THE MOON LIGHT AGLOW
LIGHTING OUR FACES
WITH A GENTLE TOUCH.

::SHASTIN MICHELLE::

:::SWEET METAPHORS:::

handwriting expresses the likable
this mit catches a supreme being
Holding a heavenly moment of sweet pie
yellow is wearing bliss like lingire
the lights are singing x rated
letting the beautiful shine through
a proud heart holding a loving heart
a wonderful day for a cuddly kiss
so lovely

::Shastin Michelle::

:::DESCRIPTION:::

I will try to describe
this beautiful feeling
He captivates me
a reason to desire the word special
for I am fulfilled by him
I may not sleep like an angel
but he said I am like an angel
He looks deep in my eyes with
admiration
He makes me smile so sweetly
I believe his charm is genuine
sweet mangoes as fresh as love
enrapture my everything into him
he just may be my favorite
his sweet love letters
I anticipate and look sweet upon
I grin and float on a cloud
as he captivates me
he sleeps so sweet
kissing me asleep
a knot so proud
So spiritually powerful
caution is required
I was once a scared
somehow he eases me
melting me like
I cant believe its not butter
I sweetly think of him
not to worry
something so special
so hard to describe
a connection I never had
in a moment to stay
His laugh is as sweet
as chirping birds

::Shastin Michelle::

::Selfless::

my sensuality is like art
experiencing uneven rhythms
building up expression
busting into intensity

an energy I attempt to regulate
strikes with inclination
fabricating the unusual
filling reason with stamina.

I have sweet somethings
physical care and well being
sexual expression
drawing out a dialogue

emotionally meets physically
within a detailed analysis
I prefer spontaneous
willing to trust judgment

natural love is more involved
desire to envelop a lover
avoiding trouble
when love is profitable

::shastin michelle::

::SOME WORDS ON THE SUBJECT OF LOVE::

Love is involvement; it is commitment. It is not momentary. Once it takes roots, it can be forever. It can be a lifelong involvement. Love needs intimacy, and only when you are intimate does the other become a mirror. When you meet sexually with a woman or a man, you have not met at all; in fact, you avoided the soul of the other person. You just used the body and escaped, and the other used your body and escaped. You never became intimate enough to reveal each other's original faces.
::OSHO::

:::ARCHIVES:::

..
"

::Turquoise::

Laughter lime green
blue genuine fine
green gorgeous devine
open skies are humble
rolling rocks
tumble
turquoise taunting
tender
earthday spendor

::shastin michelle::

::StyLe::

I call myself the creative arts
my thoughts and words
are a halo of beauty
tasting proportion

slightly turning inward
I appear humble and patient
human experiences of love
secretly nourishing desire

see through a kind dispostion
I find it difficult to form
lasting relationships
I have the need to fulfill

responsiblities you may entail
dwelling on feeling loved
I have learned to stand alone
Gaining my own independence

giving into domestic elements
seclusion taught me strength
enjoying the attachment
I am full of changes

favours in intermittent periods
my subconscious needs relaxation
I play the role of worldiness
my mask of sensitivity exsists

I retreat to psychic vibrations
my lunar position in possession
centeralizing motivation
I am simply in existence.

::shastin michelle::

:::In The Silence:::

abruptly running for a chance at change
entering the unknown seems a little strange
in competition losing against the past
surrendering the outgrowing at last
One Chance at finding a supreme meaning
a blessing in disguise intervening
riding the wind dodging bullets of rain
learning to belong to something mundane
shifting difficulty into simplicity
time for appropriate to please felicity

::Shastin Michelle::

PEACH'S FRIEND

I cut my arms to see if I am still alive
the blood was once the color of a blueberry
I slice my mind open to see if I am still thinking
I cough up my heart and catch it in my hands
dirt on my shoes and tears on my jacket
I bend out of shape without an openheart
like a turtle curled inside a shell I get scared
I have slipped into my own skin
carrying a torch of pain and love
a peach clean or dirty I will eat it
I will catch every ball you throw
If my elbow was to break it can be fixed
I may not wake up when the bell rings
I am a night child awaken me in the afternoon
a zipper tells you to unzip me
pour your orange juice and recharge
I will sit under the tree
and wait for you with arms open
I will be wearing a white shirt
in the rain to show you I am naked

::shastin michelle::

Like a great poet, nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. There are simply a sun, flowers, water and love. ::Heine::
..

::untitled::
I sleep like a star
and pour my heart into the night
the blueberry sky
I stand in front of the moon
lean into the wind
and dance among the dawn
the sea breaks me open
the palm tree is my jacket
the rain in my eyelashes
dust the dirty sand off my apple
my mouth opens
a slice out of life
at day break the birds are cherping
the sea is calm
the birds hard at work
catching a close fish
the sand on my elbow
the morning sun
the stars are asleep
I run without shoes
I see no snow in the sand
the turtles are guarded and gone
I sip my water and walk away
as I lean into the wind
at the end of the afternoon
into the night
open to dance and bend
cut my hair
slice my finger to bleed
tear off my clothes
and slip into the ocean
rake my hair with seaweed
as the silence makes me whistle
::shastin michelle::

::R.I.P. my cousin Dustin::

I was there for him through
the bitter end
He was my cousin and
my best friend
It saddens my soul a funeral
to attend
I bleed I break I hurt I fear
will not mend
My helping hand was in reach
unable to defend
Advice in my last words to him
in my head overextend
Put an end to prescription drugs
I did recommend
But his body was weak his immune system
could not amend
His soul is with me
i cannot pretend
A 23 year old dead
i cannot comprehend
And i wonder if these overdoses
he did intend?
I cry i weep and feel greif
without end
One last night with him
i did spend
Playing scrabble drinking wine
and an i love u i did send
I always had his back his
character I would defend
If I was god his life
I would extend
I do not know after death
if we transcend

::SHASTIN MICHELLE::

::unpure sadness::

believing distant sounds I hear his voice his spirit i believe is around me by choice denial as it may be that the prescription drugs killed him the dial of time is up with the prescription thugs came after him I have lost my best friend my cousin i tried to help him my tears fall in exhaust i love him I am crying a river over him .
::shastinmichelle::

:::HOeMOe:::

I saw this Queen of drag
apparent bulge in Her man sag
She was prettier than her bag
I don't believe she could tea bag
A boy in a dress is not a brag
is she a fag?
A cock stuck smaller than a maggot
where did it go you silly faggot
that make-up is a little scary
these girls can be hairy
names like virgin mary and no cherry
lip syncing to little house on the praire
during the day she is gary or jerry
a different meaning for fairy
she wears a gown ever so sheer
she is not what she may appear
a diva for a carrer
next she is riding the rednose raindear
This feature once a year
lip movements unclear
breasts in shape of a sphere
this tranny is the cashier
and probably takes it in the rear
britney spears premier
behavior so damn queer
an entertainment cliche
A girl she will play
under the wig is a toupee
a Queen she will portray
A diva goes all the way
look its barbie on display
adam's apple renee
Does she dress like this everyday?
what if it was your friend Jose?
This fag-faggot fairy queer he is gay

-shastin michelle-

::BLACK FRIDAY::

black boots make me shine
black color me fine
black hair.. black boots
darkness in my black recruits
dare to say color me gray and black
my autograph photograph of me in black
blondie black is so aggressive
black is shade obsessive
this black spark so dark
in the night is so black
just looking for my black jack
in my state of black

::shastin michelle::

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"DON't EnVY mE FoR EXprESSing MySeLF"

:::Disection:::

I may not be your ideal of perfection
I may not be your own reflection
I may not be your last selection
I may not be your favorite art collection
I may not be your every protection
I may not be your last erection
I may not be your own disconnection
I may not be your correction
I may not be your imperfection
::shastinmichelle::

::Say No More::

strippers get no love long enough to keep
hearts wounded weak enough to weep
dollar dances a soul sold cheap
she fakes a smile surrounding sheep
a little stripper was bo peep

guilt and madness fall fast asleep
her skeletons scattered with a sweep
dirty ole men discusing filthy creep
two for twenty dirty cheap
strippers need inner beauty sleep
prince belittle awakes her in a rubbish heap
he speaks to her and says go deep
everything else was just a bleep
strippers eye closed afraid to peep
she must be a woman to take a giant leap
::shastinmichelle::

:COLOR USED ME:

thoughts of a fushia elcameno
a touch of sepia in my coca
pale blue skys of van gough
bold red rose picasso
solid gold caberet show

a tint yellow ochre used miro
burgandy loves art nouveau
ivory tone marlyin monroe
paynes gray black and white photo
Kitty cats jet black hello

~SHASTIN MICHELLE~

:::HOME:::

my home is a taste of pleasant
surrounding
elegance
and
grace
growing into something different
sensing a strong self
life is purposely fortunate
choices come quickly
choosing my interests accordingly
night and day
I am
asserting confidence
turning anger into passion
expecting
high standards of perfection
I have learned to love myself
the beauty follows
the duty
of discipline
I like me for what I am
I am attracting a reliable person
Optimism loves my company
self disipline always in session
creating a creative talent
developing a way to live by art
my emotions are rich and beautiful
thriving on peaceful activities
I am practicing universal love
enjoying the friendship
I have a healing hand
my love for security
makes me comfortable
secure in my generosity
the world must be
working with me
this is what i would like to do
achieve perfection
living up to myself
making others smile with pride
I am fond of the new
plenty of excitement
I am interested
tolerating the different
attracted to the different
experiencing
as much of life as possible
I have good luck and fortune
teach me something skillful
I have used a tradeful skill
my placement offers
time to make up my mind
somewhat reserved
commitment last a long time
serious agreement heavy
my feelings are less reserved
I try and be serious
with an admirable smile
demonstrating affection is easy
keeping busy
on a very practical person
concrete and visible results
approval comes from within
projecting approval out
what is important for yourself
is good
my greatest talant is the ablility
of balance of the mind
ideal and practical considerations
loyalty will practically
do anything
grounded in reality
happier spirituality
love is a real need for comfort
security is sensitive
to the emotions
sensible imagination daydreaming
very eager to cause happiness
in the real world
surrounding myself in beauty
appreciation for music and art
I write literature
making music in my words
my feelings
are deep and very strong
I love mysteries
with beautiful outcomes
living love stories
makes me such a girl

::shastin michelle::

..MY POETRY QUOTE
"I don't title my poetry, my poetry names itself"

:::::ARTIST QUOTES TO INSPIRE::::::

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Heneri Rousseau

To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life.
Friedrich Nietzsche

For the warrior, there is no "better" or "worse"; everyone has the necessary gifts for his particular path.
Paulo Coelho

Only one who devotes himself to a cause with his whole strength and soul can be a true master. For this reason mastery demands all of a person.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.
Albert Einstein

I'd like to meet:

A really interesting question is whether there is any connection between left handed people and creative genius. Some of history's most creative minds have been left-handed.In the category of art, both Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo were left handed. In the category of music, Ludwig van Beethoven was left handed. In the field of science and invention, you find Benjamin Franklin, Isaac Newton, and Albert Einstein. In the field of motion pictures, Charlie Chaplin.Bobby Fisher, the modern chess genius, is left handed. So too musical geniuses Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Paul McCartney, and Wynton Marsalis.

Music:


:JUST LIKE MUSIK:
The power of musik

the music composed
I fed wine to ease the pain
from fingers to strings
strings to guitar
yes music has feelings too
and I wonder
why they chose that song
or tune or rhythm
and how can I relate
through feeling
can I interpret personality
through music tone?
in a way music is like
dna to our souls
like a finger print
on our hearts
something so powerful
music can influence you
to weep
to laugh
to rage
music is so powerful
you can escape
you have a moment of peace
content melody

Music can be your friend
when you think no one is listening
when you feel no one understands
but the music understands
all the sudden you are not alone

::SHASTIN MICHELLE::

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