Jul 11, 2009 by Nicola | Posted in MySpace

i privation to find:
warhol painting
knitted tie
two and five ball
red, blue, and purple poker chip
rat, fiddle about, tiger, snake, and dragon sculpture
gloves
headgear
threatening bag
ebony, rose, ivory, and turquoise cigar
eight and majesty of spades
topaz, sapphire, ruby and diamond ring
mill reef, arkle, golden miller, st simon, ormonde, concealment (horses)

if u can help with any of them i will greatly appreciate it.
just let me distinguish the item and job to get it. thanks.

go to http://www.mafiahaven.net and click on items the scroll down to vault and it'll differentiate you which jobs you need to do to get the items.

Jun 23, 2009 by ♫Denmark♫[owner of puppy love] | Posted in Poetry

During October whilst the smoke whistled through
My heart ran like black stallions across golden plains
Their hooves floating amidst plant life made rich of hue
Pink petals strumming their magnificent twirling manes
Our hands conjoin icy filthy diamond rings winking
From where the Sun’s passionate gaze pierces its soul
Our voices with so much passion now forever singing
Ceaseless through these fields where dragon flies lull
How can love like ours be so mystifying yet daunting?
That makes us masters of our romantic destinies
Our gone and forgotten ghosts fleeting within memories so haunting
Must rest amongst unsmiling yards forgiving twinkling seas

My knees are bleak whilst my breath remains calm
Gazing into your gentle deep-set brown eyes weeping
Such loving faith eagerly awaits within my palm
My mind twirling like edgy coins silently leaping
Forward into a magical the briny of courageous aspiration
This old superstition, “Luck, bestowed only upon fools”
Your features glowing like yellow candle-light hot elation
“Yes!” I jump for joy ignoring as gravity pushes and pulls
My physicality symbolizes mortality amongst immortals
Whilst this nasty entity brings me slowly down to earth
Distant seem of bees humming our tune silently chortles
My enthusiasm elaborating upon happiness from ashes rebirth


My beating hub spinning, one floating world of its own
While we roll around in the fields kissing and pleased
Where bountiful flowers carrying pollen of love are known
Holding your conspiringly running, “My love, where art thou going?”
My fingers meagerly press against your lips, “Let love show you”
Your amber trifle flowing like mermaids against the obscure sky
Wherein we come upon a swimming pool, therein lies a boat just for you
I take your hand, “Untroubled now,” white full moon drifting nigh
My weaponry rowing, paddles rippling across stilled quiet waters
Your beam gleaming rich of wondrous desire and loving fret
Shimmering bars swim across waves moonlight’s daughters
My whisper is held, “I know nothing of a kiss, yet shall we interest?”
The paddles fall against the boat’s wooden carcass with a bump

Angels speak, “true passion for partiality never expiates”
Crickets chirping within the wound of the howling braggadocio
Green frogs croaking and sitting upon soft formal meal plates
My hands like pick axes mining what they anticipate to find
Golden breasts, so tender and lonesome, needing attention
Nosy Parkerism for thirsting to know their secretive desires
A magician for inclination, yet again, disappearing contention
Our tongues clash and dance around fabulous fires
The boat is rocking and tipping and mocking our joy
You catch my arms, clenching tight, suddenly, splash!
We both flop start into the cool water, scattering orange coy
We laugh and chortle and climb reluctantly into the boat
The horizon painted the river pinkish-red, “What a scrutinize”


Thanks for your comments. I really love my girlfriend. Ella es mi inspiracion! =] Spanish for: She is my incitement. I am also going to be posting poems in spanish! Look first to that. Que buena duerma!

A very enjoyable infer from. You had me with "black stallions across golden plains" (will-power) and "Pink petals" (sensitivity). Enough visuals to last a existence time. Similarities were quite refreshing - especially liked the grassy frogs on "soft dinner plates". Good for you ♥
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Jul 23, 2009 by ♫Denmark♫[owner of puppy love] | Posted in Poetry

During October whilst the gas whistled through
My heart ran like black stallions across golden plains
Their hooves floating amidst vegetation made rich of hue
Pink petals strumming their magnificent twirling manes
Our hands conjoin icy dispirited diamond rings winking
From where the Sun’s passionate gaze pierces its soul
Our voices with so much passion now forever singing
Direction through these fields where dragon flies lull
How can love like ours be so uncanny yet daunting?
That makes us masters of our romantic destinies
Our existence ghosts fleeting within memories so haunting
Must rest amongst last yards forgiving twinkling seas

My knees are stuffy whilst my breath remains calm
Gazing into your gentle deep-set brown eyes weeping
Such loving inducement eagerly awaits within my palm
My mind twirling like worried coins silently leaping
Forward into a magical tons of courageous aspiration
This old superstition, “Luck, bestowed only upon fools”
Your appearance glowing like yellow candle-light fervent elation
“Yes!” I jump for joy ignoring as gravity pushes and pulls
My physicality symbolizes mortality amongst immortals
Whilst this acrimonious entity brings me slowly down to earth
Distant riskless of bees humming our tune silently chortles
My guts elaborating upon happiness from ashes rebirth


My beating callousness spinning, one floating world of its own
While we roll around in the fields kissing and pleased
Where bountiful flowers carrying pollen of love are known
Holding your helping hand running, “My love, where art thou going?”
My fingers sparingly press against your lips, “Let love show you”
Your amber trifle flowing like mermaids against the obscure sky
Wherein we come upon a swimming pool, therein lies a boat just for you
I take your hand, “Gracious now,” white full moon drifting nigh
My guns rowing, paddles rippling across stilled quiet waters
Your grin gleaming rich of wondrous desire and loving charge
Shimmering bars swim across waves moonlight’s daughters
Gust held, “I know nothing of a kiss, yet shall we portion?”
The paddles fall against the boat’s wooden carcass with a clonk




Angels speak, “true passion for preference never expiates”
Crickets chirping within the wound of the howling swerve
Green frogs croaking and sitting upon soft feast plates
My hands like pick axes mining what they desire to find
Golden breasts, so tender and lonesome, needing attention
Intrusiveness for thirsting to know their secretive desires
A magician for passion, yet again, disappearing contention
Our tongues clash and dance around wild fires
The boat is rocking and tipping and mocking our joy
You catch hold of my arms, clenching tight, suddenly, splash!
We both sinking into the cool water, scattering orange coy
We laugh and laugh and climb reluctantly into the boat
The horizon painted the river pinkish-red, “What a considering”









I posted this poem a long time ago but since then I have obtained newer YA friends so Ill put it up for them and those who have not seen it. Thanks for your reviews=]
Well-grounded something I wrote in my spare time
during my history class at tutor, last year.

Hope you liked it=]


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I am going to write another prolonged poem.
This is one of my longer ones.
But recently I have been taking walks
in the parkland going out and writing little
tabs of inspiration to be reach-me-down for my
next long one. POst it soon.

Again thanks!!!

astonishing....i love the metaphors and details. The tad bit of humor (intended or not) at the end was a tickety-boo touch.