jason's blog: "love"

it was just announced that hershey chocolate factory in oakdale, california will be closing so that hershey can open a facilty in mexico. i will no longer purchase hershey chocolate. the oakdale plant has been in operation since 1966, and for hershey to close it and replace it with a plant in mexico is outrageous!! for what? more money? hershey is just another big company that doesn't care about it's employees or our country!!! so, i will never buy another hershey bar!!

They had been together for many a year, Now all she can feel is fear. She gave all that she could give, It just wasn't the way he wanted to live. He left without a backward glance, Not even giving their love a chance. She often wonders what she could have done, To keep him from going on the run. Now she is living all alone, With nothing she can call her own. She can barely make herself eat, Wondering if her life will again be complete. This woman is now moving along, Building her courage, and becoming strong. Time will heal her broken pride, Toward the sunrise her heart will glide

Thinking. Can't stop thinking. Think of you. This. That. That Life. That day. That dream was mine. A utopian dream. Your aura; struck me like lightning to a tree. Pointy, like a star, you shone. So bright, yet not shining as a star would, But as apparent as white chalk on a blackboard. You would not show off like a star. Yet you did burn so hot, so fiercely, so explosively - you were a star in my eyes. But like all stars, you died. That gas was gone. No pull between us. The atmosphere was dry and I began to choke. I was taken from my star - like a child being taken from its poor, drunken mother - I did not know what was happening. Dazed. Confused. Without true reality, I there sat. Wondering. The end of my world had only just begun, with yours beginning.

I look up as a tear rolls slowly down my cheek I think about better days and wonder if I'll feel that way again you look at me with those eyes I know so well always serious, so deep and insightful as though you're always in control But not today not now Now you look so scared like for once you don't have the answer I gaze at you looking deep into those hazel eyes Hoping to understand why you've said those things you did I wonder for a moment if this is all a dream if I shall wake in the morning and be relieved you look at me with a confusion I have never seen slowly pull me towards you and wipe the tears from my cheek

Her skin, I love to touch, I love to touch her skin. Soft, succulent, delicious skin on legs, belly, breasts, her folds. I love to touch her skin. Our mouths, with gentle suction, pulling and drawing, Our tongues, entwined in rhythmical dance, sliding, swirling, simulated movements when united. Thick protrusion enters her skin, Her skin, I love to touch

Taking your hand Fingers to my lips I want to love every inch of you Taste every part of your body As if I can drink your loves blood Through your very pores I want to get lost in your eyes Consumed by your kiss Set my body on fire Quench the fire in my blood With sweet caresses Touch my soul with your passion Lay down beside me Feel my body crying for you Let's get lost in each other Touching, exploring, tasting We will exceed passion, go beyond bliss For this is our night Want me, like no other Need you, like the air that I breathe Together, one mind, one soul Fused in the heat of passionate love Existing in this moment Forever

So soft the brief touch of your lips on my cheek. Was I almost intruding? "Look after yourself " should have been "I love you!" Then the Jumbo flew over my head and I shouted my love above the roar and thundering thrust . . . as if you'd hear. Through the clouds in my eyes I watched you fly away and wished I'd been born with wings

When last we parted, thou wert young and fair, ...How beautiful let fond remembrance say! ...Alas! since then old time has stolen away Full thirty years, leaving my temples bare.-- So has it perished like a thing of air, ...The dream of love and youth!--now both are grey ...Yet still remembering that delightful day, Though time with his cold touch has blanched my hair, ...Though I suffered many years of pain Since then, though I did never think to live ...To hear that voice or see those eyes again, I can a sad but cordial greeting give, And for thy welfare breathe as warm a prayer-- As when I loved thee young and fair.

She walks along this lonely street no one to dry her tears massage her tired feet or calm ever present fears Seeing life through tainted heart making everything gray Alone, her life, anew to start Always searching for a way But life goes on no matter what That fact she cannot quell Memories ne'er to be forgot Within her heart they dwell So she keeps walking this lonely street Keeps searching to find her way Every night she lies down to sleep And prays tomorrow's a better day

Early dawn, the mists are, swirling, twirling, damp and gray. Surrounding me taking me into its arms. Calling, beckoning, whispering softly it calls to me draws me near. Telling me I have nothing to fear I follow, listening, feeling. Early dawn, the mists are, swirling, twirling, damp and gray calling me. I feel a presence with me. Reaching out my hand, touching, grasping, warmth and comfort fill my being. And I know with out seeing I have felt love. Through the mists you reached for me, and guided my steps to thee. Love filled our hearts, and our souls became one. Early dawn, the mists are, swirling, twirling, damp and gray surrounding us.