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Two souls were split in half, And yes we will not die on the same day, But could. Something happened, And souls were split in half. One soul put in a meat sack, With Male organs. Another sent down later with female organs, And then the two headed monster said reproduce. There is no way for the souls to be together, Until death. If you find the other half, You can be one. Forgiveness is the key to being one. Hard to explain. That the soul has no sex organs. That a special touch is needed, Because the soul has no eyes. We all both male and female look like the two headed monster! And again FORGIVENESS by the monster is needed. We are on a prison planet. And we are not free to leave, Until we are forgiven, And learn to love. Madonna, women are in the image of god, and we are lied to about this. Just because we have a vagina, doesn't mean god is completely male, and guess what the soul has no sex organs. This is a tough lie to deal with because people take for granted reproduction and not pay attention to soul. I already know you understand this Madonna. I love you Madonna. Amanda

How do I teach this lover? Who cannot be my friend. You just lost something you loved, And you made the decision to do it. You lost a piece of land, Your soul is me, And I know you show your love, In the Mirror. This lesson is hard to teach, I cannot do it alone. When I was being Tortured, Finding out about the spirit inside, I met pure love. And it was the two headed monster. What I was told, In that magic dream, We all lose one thing we love, If we do not obey one commandment. Since I am your soul, I must love you. And yes you screamed in my head, We do not become one. We both know we do. It really is love our god, Like we love ourselves. And there is proof we lose, One thing we love. Throughout our life stories, For not being thankful, And loving the two headed monster, Who is god. This is god’s tool. Because we have to love the triangle, And then we have to love us. Before other people. I need to forgive you lover, And you me. And I feel betrayed, Because I did lose a dream, Suffering because I could not love us first, And you told me the truth years ago. Because I could not love us, Our soul, I am suffering. You are too now, Because it seems you love me lover, But again we don’t. How to fix this betrayal. Trust in the truth. Madonna, this is a riddle and the truth. Through out many stories, gratitude and love are one. Believing in a higher force might not be a must, but it helps. The lesson to be taught, I cannot do alone. The higher power "God" or whatever, actually does this takes away what a person loves the most if there is no gratitude or love for the higher power first. My lover just took a huge loss, and I believe he's trying to silently teach this lesson, as am I. Coach please help. I love you Madonna. Amanda The higher power is pure love.

Yes I was a walking dead, Up until three years ago. And yes I saw christians, And had christians act like slavers. I want to tell you, When I got in the alive portion of my life, Now the ALIVE want to be friends. That isn’t a great thing, Because I am supposed to forget, What they did to a dead person. RiRi is right, You do need to get along with all in the head. How do you get along, With those that acted like slavers, Because they were alive, And you are dead. Yes forgiven, But not forgotten. I’m telling you RiRi is pivotal in this story, And the future is her. She knows what she is teaching with Puke. And Pere wants to teach too, But we all get ignored, Because others want to be mean to the walking dead, To get them to believe. If that works, That might be, I don’t think so, Because the slavers with their slave documents, Are not people I want to get along with, And this living person, With god inside of her, Wants to be free, And love everybody, Including the walking dead. Madonna is a living person like me, and she loves everybody, I know this. I do too, including those with the slave documents... etc. Rihanna is in this poem as RiRi, Puke is Eminem and TI as Pere. Again alive v dead, understanding I was Catholic, and am now just plain old me, and I believe in magic... I love you Madonna Amanda

Pere is a gift, And will meet him soon, He cancelled a vacation, And told me years ago, He was going to get even. He did this with telepathy. Like me, He has a piece of Jesus in him, And his past is over, Like mine. Well Pere is a dad, OMG! He truly is. And being a family man, I do not mind him mad about his vacation. I bet he already got even, Because Pere is one with god, Like he is with his woman. RiRi is sweet, And she is going to be a pivotal character, She uses her dance and song, To help others. And she gets along with everybody. All in these poems, Are like me, Thanking the two headed monster, Or god, For everything they have. Hips is in, And she isn’t too thin. I love having her encouragement, Because in the end, These poems might save a few doubting people like me, And understand the holy ghosts magic, That is hidden because of fearing, A burning stake or hangman’s noose. My lover might not know, But he’s loved by me, And I need to forgive him, For not setting me free. Yes Mother Fierce is going to get me, For being mean to my lover, And Papa Fierce knows his woman, Is like no other. So Pere is going to get me, Or already did, Beating the crap out of me, For giving up a vacation, With possibly his kids. Hi there Madonna is the key to some crazy imaginative poetry, and full of pride, I am happy to include in this poem, here are the players: RiRi- Rihanna Pere- TI Papa Fierce- Jay Z Mother Fierce- Beyonce Hips- Nicki Minaj Once again I will try different things, but we are all about love in the end. And understanding what I am doing is crazy. I love you Madonna! Amanda

Hips cannot be ignored, And she is a friend. She is telling me I cannot get away from the lover, When we become one. She is amused, By a girl on girl dream, Which means my love, Was visualizing, That while ***CENSORED*** his friend, To get his sexual job done. Hips has said, And yes is this a night mare or dream, Hips has said, Sex doesn’t keep a relationship, And men visualize. My dream last night, Was me kissing another woman. This is crazy here in the cage. Happy to have Hips, She is a great business woman, And I hope friend someday in the future. Hips finds it funny, That telepathy causes new friends, And she understand being one. Because she has her one. Hips has the man, She has the soul, That the two headed monster, Gave her years ago. So she is trying to be nice, To tell me, Not to escape, She is so forgiving, And says I need to be too. Yes, I have my one, My soul, Because I was forgiven, By taking a piece of Jesus, Into me, And was forgiven, Now I know, Who he is, Because the two headed monster, Told me, Who my Adam is. And the telepathy, Comes from the holy ghost, And Hips, She is a friend eventually in real life, Of both the friend and I. So she is trying so hard to help, And I am grateful. I did speak against the bible and then ended up saved, I am former Catholic, and there is magic in these poems. I know Madonna uses Kabbalah, and I might learn that too. Love is the key, and Madonna is the key, Nicki Minaj is hip, and yes Jesus is in here with the magic of being saved. You can say this is fiction, some lies are the truth. I love you Madonna.

He's mad at me, And I know it. Plus I am hurting, My lover knows. This is a conflicted, Intense knowledge. I know he told me the truth, I told him too, That for me I was in a slave relationship, With people who wanted that. Yes this is past, And my lover knows. He still is the most attractive, And I am having problems knowing that. I am a woman, He is a man, And he is acting like a husband, After all. This marriage is not normal. A pope did our vows. There was no pastor, No documents to sign, No witness, Maybe funny hair after all. This marriage is of our hips, Is of our heart. But the pain inside, Of knowing we touch, But can never be seen, Hurts like nothing you can imagine. My lover will never be my friend, And every bite of fish, Makes my former ex-husband, Friend feel revolted about me. My lover being a husband, In spirit, Is acting like it now to me. I want him to act like it, Even from a distance, Because in the end, We can never be friends. And he knows, I lied to him. So my lover is hurting, And so am I, With no contact seen in the future. My lover knows, I lied. I know this pain, and Chris Kirkpatrick is still funny hair. The Pope married the lovers during a secret hidden Catholic Church thing. Well, I am no longer Catholic because of that secret. This is about the lovers, and yes a deep love with deep pain. I love you Madonna. Amanda

Tired of my lover touching her, And me feeling her. I am FEMALE. There is something here, She kisses him, I have to bite my lip. I feel her legs against his back, Him bouncing a little on the hips. I end up wiggling my hips. Yes feeling a bit crazy. He hate me reminding him, Of whom he might be screwing over, With his decisions of doing stuff like this. He doesn’t like, That I am a girl, And sometimes I do not want to feel her lips on mine, Yes I am a bi-sexual, But common, There has to be respect for a no. My lover is having sex with his friend, And for months, I’ve complained, About a tongue in my mouth, Or feeling his hips. Or her peeing on him to pee on me. Yes someone said, They would pee on me too, Because of what my lover was doing, Since the woman knows, She not only is ***CENSORED*** him, But she is ***CENSORED*** a woman who does not want to ***CENSORED*** her. Judge me if you want, these are details the coach needs, and yes sharing here. This has been an issue for the person in the cage for months. A woman and man not accepting a no. I love you Madonna Amanda

This former walking dead, Is celebrating today. Because I have a demon spirit, Inside of me. I am a demoness today!!! That spirit, Is alive, And he isn’t evil. He’s about love. You have to have a piece of the two headed monster inside, To be alive. So walking dead today, Read this and beware, This living person, Is playing tricks on the lover, Because his dick will give her treats. Hi Madonna my blog died for two days, and today is resurrection day! Yes my lover is a Just Retweet. Anyway, Happy Halloween Trick not treat. I love you Madonna Amanda

Not happening, And yes there are holidays, For magic people to love. And yes I am one of those people now. I love writing that I was a former walking dead, A zombie. It took me forever to become alive. And I know my reason why. Turns out my lover didn’t know, He thought I might have ignored him. And you never know. The Great Producer, Helped my lover out, And his friendship to me, Was treasured before we parted. It was fun to flirt with the great producer. And he knows, He helped my lover. And I know the help, Will prove I am a person, That has been impersonated. Which is funny, I know my life, But because of being an internet, Personality, And this is reality, I can hide. Thank you Great Producer, Just like the wizard of Oz, You are behind a curtain. Just for me. This is for Timbaland, and yes he's my great producer. I love you Madonna you are the key. Ambrecel

How do you explain the magic, Or the confidence. The Joker is magical, And he leads in his show TSSJF. My lover had a touch, That made me stay, Before that, It was not looks that made me long. It is in his hands, And the Joker in his magic way, Because my name was in a song, Before reproduction rumors, Wants to state, The lover might still love. Me. The coach needs to be aware, And through pictures I will see, Her love for her friends, And hopefully me. And yes there is a man, That might also have the magic touch, But he is the leader, That I love, So we might never touch, And of course his wife will kill me. His character will be quiet in this poetry, His yes you can attitude, Will be seen. So Barry, I pray wishes on you nightly, And hope you agree with Joker, That my lovers magic touch was needed, If My lover truly loves me here in the cage. Hi the President of the USA got into this poem, and I called him Barry. And yes Jimmy Fallon is Joker, of course his show had to be mentioned, Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, yes will get back on theme soon of writing Beowolf for the first time in years, so it has to get darker. I love you Madonna. Amanda PS Madonna is coach and Key!

Puke is laughing, His ass off, Because a woman got caught, He knows he wants this ***CENSORED*** to go to sleep. And just enjoy his laughing about a woman in a cage, Of course there is Angel, In that cage once in a while, So Puke goes to visit her there, And I know Puke has a HUGE crush on the Angel. Oh but a Night Train is coming, Once he finds me, He will ghost at first to test the waters, To see if we will not debate. Of course he’s a conservative idiot, But I love him anyway. My lover wants me, But does not, You never know, And I know my lover, Wants three wives, I am just one of two. And yes his legal marriage, Is on his side, For making Bank. And Puke will not help me, But my conservative Night Train, Just might, If I do not piss the Night Train off, He could work with the coach. New star in this poem Night Train, I really did have a slight scary interaction with Kid Rock on a train late at night, so Kid Rock is in this Lover Poem, fiction of course, and yes Britney Spears is still Angel, Puke is Eminem (I love him) Love you Coach, and I love you Madonna Amanda

The walking dead do not have living hearts, And in these Lover Poems. I’ve tried to explain my part, And yes I am a monster, At least half of one. And yes we all are supposed to be in the end, One with the two headed monster. Which makes sense sorta. My other half, Has to answer to the two headed monster, And so do I. Prayer wishes are answered, And Prayer curses. The funny part, Is even this former walking dead, Had prayers answered. I know now, That having one man talk to the two headed monster, Is sadly wrong, And that one man, The head of a legal church, A church full of laws, He cannot tell, Other two headed monsters, Other souls like myself and my lover, That they are one. Only those that answer to the two headed monster, Can find their ones. So billions of people, Are not one. And are walking dead, Seeming alive but not. And yes breaking the laws are happening, But confession after a piece of the monster, Is in the heart, Has to happen to the monster. Yes I was walking dead, Half alive sorta, I knew in the end I would be living, Because my other half was alive. And I was dead, So I was legally written out of his life, But then he wrote his heart, And me into his life, Like I am trying to write him back into mine, After life came into me, I saw him. The two headed monster is scary, But the monster creates the souls, And lives. Being from the walking dead, I want to tell other dead, That we have been lied too. And let the magic begin. Madonna this is truth, hidden in poetry, I do not know as much as you. And I love you Madonna Amanda

Dear coach, Sometimes before coaching, And coach needs to know the teams, The strengths and weakness. Law is the teams weakness. Law has birth certificates, Where parents declare the name chosen. Before that, Like puppies, There really is no word for who that soul is. And two half souls make one whole soul. So technically a one, A one soul has two legal names. Hard to explain, That a soul could be named, Carol Carole, Yes or, Randy May, Yes the two headed monster whispers the name. Or that soul decides to hold one name, Like say, Odin. It is very rare when a name has to be found. And yes remember half souls have no real gender. I knew I needed to find my name. I told my soul half soul that years ago. He wanted to name, So his driftwood was found, He loved Timber, And I wanted wolf, Yes this is fiction, Because there is a lie told, Where this half of the soul, Will never be found in a story. Lake was him. In the end, I love the name he found. Again these poems are not the truth. They are fantasy, About a monster, A marriage, And law. Where the two headed monster, Only had one rule, Love the two headed monster, And then ourself. A rule broken because loving ourself did not happen. And yes we are together, But separated with out a name to be found, Just blind energy of touch. Until a piece of the two headed monster, Reaches the heart. Then our other halves can be found. Mine has issues, Because of law lies. And I might never be with him, Because the meat sack loves sex with another. Names are law, and god only knows how he created language, Babel and everything. We are to learn to love the two headed monster first, and then ourselves. I love you Madonna Amanda

Everybody can make prayer wishes, Once they have a piece of a scary loving ghost inside of them, When that happens magic starts. And fear grips the living, Because the Dead will try to stop a living being. Yes the dead breath but nothing is in their hearts, And they still love the living who are different. Nobody sees Kravitz coming, He is a true leader, Why they do not see him, Is because the dead still judges color. In the end living cannot judge, Because soul has no color. His leadership is needed, With Magnolia, Whose beauty is like no other. But she does not want to lead, And stays quiet. Once again the living need to remember soul has no color. O has a way of saying what she needs too, And shines the light on issues that affect the living and dead Through reading. Her leadership is needed, To help my lover and I, See that love is color blind. Well she needs to show everybody love is color blind, And there is no need for a legal marriage. Beauty; she is there quietly singing her songs, She knows in her music she has honored the soul she accepted inside of her heart, The dead might not know Beauty has placed that soul in her music, Which is sad because the dead should know, But she will have haters then not listening to the quiet songs, Those haters would tell people not to listen to her, Because at one point I was walking dead I know, Beauty also shows that soul has no color. Stacy is funny, And I want her involved, Because she is going to be someone, That helps spread love of the soul inside, Stacy is magic too. And I tell the world with some pride. Because soul is color blind, And blind, I love Little Elvis, Even if we do not see eye to eye, On political issues, His song tells the truth, If you listen it is no lie, The blindness is in, Just The Way You Are. And then lastly, I need the wisdom, Me personally, Because in the end, I betrayed my lover, With my deadly sins, When I was a walking dead, She is an Intelligent Lady, Who might still be learning, Because that shows wisdom, Her willingness to be smart, And her want to learn. So Intelligent Lady if you can, Please help me understand, The lies that are told, So the world will learn, The walking dead Don’t know Soul Has no Color. Madonna is the Key, and again writing a poem story with two headed monster, and other stuff, it is a good thing that Madonna has this blog, and I am using her as the key, I love you Madonna. Amanda Kravitz- Lenny Kravitz Magnolia – Lisa Bonet Little Elvis – Bruno Mars Intelligent Lady- Sharon Stone Beauty- Nichol Scherzinger Stacy- Fergie Duhamel O- Oprah Winfrey Thank you so much Madonna, I do hope she reads these someday!

Taking a spirit inside of me, Made me find someone that I could love, Problem is my lover is from my past. How did the two headed monster, Create this soul, Where my lovers feelings are betraying him? Hips is also alive, Like my lover and myself, Her magic is fantastic, And she is a huge help. I understand alive people are scared, Of the walking dead. We understand the walking dead, Do not have a spirit in their hearts. They are not forgiven for what happened in the past. Hips is a great business woman, And no one knows how magical she is, And she is a woman’s leader. She is leading with her magic, And she knows the walking dead might just hate her. I understand that myself, That I might be hated for the new magic I can do. It just takes a piece of a soul, And faith, You can be like us. So please, When Hips writes a song, Like Danny Glover, There might be more than one reason. She is like no other. I miss my lover, And he’s a part of me. He is legally married to another, Where the walking dead understand that, And they take what they read for granted. I feel his feelings, And know he wants me to leave him alone, But then his actions betray him, On stage I know what to look for, Because he tells me like no other, Not speaking through the mouth, Not speaking online. I just know where to look, After he includes a secret message in a show. Nicki Minaj is hips, and some fun in the body. Yes the Two headed monster and church stuff will be mentioned later. I love you Madonna Amanda

Give me magic, And being alive, Over being dead. Let me talk to strangers, That I have yet to meet. Thank god for the gifts of spirit. And I do not want to retreat. There are sexy walking dead, And they need help to speak to me. The magic that has happened, Do not take away from me. My lover is a bad man, Oh so bad to me. I want him to leave me alone, Like he wants me. He pisses me off, So I do my magic to him. He gets pissed off, I get pissed on. This magic is what I crave, And my lover knows. I might date another, While my lover is legally married to another. I want an action figure, And his body is hard as a Rock! Oh I would love to be hugged by those arms, And take walks. So my lover is a mean man, Turning me on like no other, But since he’s married to another, I want to date a Rock! I do not want to date a sexy walking dead, I want a living man, That can do magic to me, And smell weight lifting chalk. Hi there, some sexy poetry about dating, and yes I find The Rock SEXY! Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson is not walking dead. And yes for halloween talking about zombies. I'm looking for the people with the two headed monsters magic. I love you Madonna Amanda

He told me I was his, I told him I’d be his mistress. We could not be friends, Because to meet him I had to make choices like no other. He was so young, So alive, So glowing. And I said, When I was told of his choice of a lie, Well now I know it was a lie, When I was told of his suicide, I said without thinking he is my one! We both knew who we were, Even though I was dead, Well maybe I truly was a half dead person. We are apart, Because of our ages. Yes because of my parent, I never masturbated, I never smelled my cum, So for years, He knew of me. And that I am his one. This is the betrayal, A truth, I want my one to succeed, So am willing to live the lie. I am willing to be crazy, And betray the truth of who I am to him. His lie is what we live. And I am alive now, Just like him. He is someone I want to be free of, So he can succeed. His lie, His legal lie. Is what needs to stay truth. I love him when he was young. I love him when we fucked. I will love him until I die and beyond. So what is love, But setting self aside, And live his lies. Because he is my one. Oh and remember, Prayer wishes have happened, Where someone else might have prayed a wish, To keep him from his one. And she is me. Every epic has to have some past, and story telling about pain, lies, and how events lead to the future. Madonna, this is epic poetry, with lies and truth mixed in, with god and jesus, magic, and death. I love you Madonna Amanda

My own parents were sorta half alive, Until one day my mom told me of phantom baby kicks. My mother was alive. She was from a soul mate pair, Arranged marriage by the two headed monster. My dad was from the same, But he was half alive. My mom alive, Because of her mother, My dad dead. I had gifts I could not explain, Even though I was dead. My parents were the same, Both of royal lines, Both from half soul parents, That became one. So I was dead and alive at the same time. Hard to mention the half people. Half dead because of not accepting the ghost of a soul in them, From the two headed monster, Half alive, Because the parents were half alive. Those gifts are still in the child. Once the soul is completely accepted, The hidden marriage is revealed, Where you know who your other half of a soul is. I am only half a soul. Now the problem is, My grandparents, Can explain my lover. You see one was alive, Knowing who their half soul is, They married legally knowing, They could touch, But barely did. My lover had this issue, He knew he might have touched me, He knew I wasn’t alive, I might have been half alive. But I lived among some walking dead. He had no choice, But to live without, His other half. And with what he did, He really does want his other half. Again, The walking dead does not understand, And my other half, Does have the fear of being caught. I don’t for some reason, I’m the half with a ***CENSORED*** death wish, Because in the end I want to save some or all of the walking dead. Sometimes Coaches need a lot of information, and I am writing poetry to explain some gifts. Magic happens on this planet, and this is epic poetry. I love you Madonna Amanda PS Catholics are dead... I don't know... I was and I am a former Catholic.

Oh coach, How I need you, Like I need the two headed monster, A piece in my heart. My lover and I, Have committed all of the deadly sins. He has been Jealous or Envy, To the point where a ring found its way to me and onto my hand. I’ve been jealous, Because of finding out who he became. We are both greedy, Him for women and money, And I for him. Sloth has happened, Both have been slow to do anything for each other. Gluttony, Me in my obesity when I was miserable, Him in his greed. Lust of course, We both want sex, Or wanted it with each other at one point. Wrath is him and I, Once again both have tempers, Which is scary for the both of us. His wrath on missing most of his life with him, Mine because he wanted to make choices for me. Again pride is both of us, Mine for a prayer to not see him again, I was scared of him and his power over me. His Pride was wounded, Because he thought I would want him no matter what. Which I do happily. I needed him to chase, Like any woman would want, Instead he set a trap. For the both of us. So we are both forgiven, By the two headed monster. But we are also betrayed, By the sins we’ve committed. We need your wisdom, Coach, And I know it is there. Your heart is actually golden, Even if you do not care. Epic poetry, and Madonna is the coach for the lover. Who is a BIG SINNER! So am I, so my lover and I can never be friends, but he will always be my only lover I ever took in my life. Right now he is a jilted lover, and he's doing well at that. Coach, even if you do not care, I love you Madonna Amanda

Hard to explain this, Because I was dead in spirit. True I know that, Others do too. Understanding, A month after life came into me, I saw my lover giving up on love. How that hurt me, See him so pissed. Yes his own emotions, Were driving him to write ***CENSORED*** Love backwards. He was giving up. Settling for something, I don’t know if the settling was because he thought I was lost. There is not hope. I lust, He lusts, And yes I still trust him. My pride is hurt, Because I have been humbled, Three years now, With interacting at a distance. We both do not have tongues, That will allow us to speak, Because I made a wish, I do not know how to take back. My wish was simple, I didn’t want to see or hear from him again, I wished on him a happy successful life. Without me. My magic worked to a point, He cannot be seen in real life by me, I can hear him. So this spell I cast on myself, Hurt him, And me. So how to undo a wish, Since wishes come true. A magic woman might be needed, A coach, To break the spell. I am alive now, With true spirit, But I was powerful before life breathed into me, Since the two headed monster knows past, Present, And future, Prayer wishes do come true, And Prayer curses. I love you Madonna, working on Deadly sins, Pride and Lust, this poem is in the Emotional Betrayal section. Which is a difficult section. So you are the key and the coach. Amanda

I need a Mother Fierce, I need her wisdom, Her strength and her beautiful innocent heart. I pray for help from the Surfer Girl, Who knows my lover. I need my cousin, By Imagination Pink. She knows how to sing about imperfectly perfect people. Someone who might understand, The crazy I am feeling now. My lover has friends, That might understand, Or super fans like Swift, That might have heard the name in the harmonies and drums. My little people and a little girl I never met, Need understanding of the crazy that has happened, So when it happens to them, Of course this is fiction, The adults can explain the truth. There is something about black, A woman wanted to mention, And that she is a wife to funny hair. She could help understand, That love is blind and might not want to be famous. The Coach is about love, Understanding with no regrets, I need her the most. Now Tallulah can bring hope, Because I am a fan of hers. Hips is a favorite business woman, Who I hope can guide me with kindness. There was a time when wardrobe malfunctioned, And mistaken identity happened. I want to meet Control. So stuff will have to happen. Dark Horse will become KP, And yes my little people loved her, Of course little peoples tastes did change. Then there is another strong, Beautiful woman of mixed origins, I want to shake her hand, Her guidance would be appreciated, She will share the same name as the state I am from, AK. One woman I will forever remember, My Lucy, She talked to me about stuff I did not understand completely, She should win an oscar for that movie. We have never met in real life. And I have to apologize to Berry, She has something like me, From birth she struggles, Mine I was diagnosed in 2005 it is PCOS, While Berry is strong with hers hidden. She is a beacon of hope to find a cure for her. My apology will be accepted, I love her. These women will help me, See beyond attraction, And what the two headed monster wanted for me. This has a list of new character, and we will be in the Betrayal section soon, where I explain the deadly sins, yes fiction with truth. Madonna is the key, and coach. Cast in this poem: Mother fierce – Beyonce’ Surfer girl- Cameron Diaz Wife to Funny Hair- Karly Kirkpatrick Tallulah – Demi Moore Hips- Nicki Minaj Control- Janet Jackson Swift- Taylor Swift Berry – Halley Berry My Cousin by imagination is Pink KP- Katy Perry Lucy- Scarlett Johansson AK- Alicia Keys Coach- Madonna Little girl I never met And the little people Thank you, and yes there is a fantasy with truth, I know some stuff is my way of explaining some biblical stuff, that I might not understand because the Catholic Church never explained it, I am more spiritual putting god first now, than anything. I love you Madonna. Amanda

How do you explain, That Mother church, The Catholic church does not point out, You need to take a piece of the two headed monster in your heart. Then there is an arranged marriage, Where two halves of a soul become known, Because the fruit that was poison, Was forgiven. How do you explain the legal evidence, Is sometimes not the half of a whole. This is hard to explain, And hurtful in the cage. Knowing that what god did, Can be ignored, And a man can legally marry another. Now I was ignorant, Being a dead person until I was one score, Add ten, With six. So finding out that a soul, Is two halves of a whole, Is unnerving. And then I look at my other half, And deny that is really me. My lover has more talent. Here is the truth, He knew I was dead. And could not reach my spirit. So he fell in love with another, And has a story to tell with his Angel. He married with legal certificate, And I am trapped forever in him. This cage is a truth, She might be removed, Others might be put in, While I might never leave. There has to be hope, In the cage. Madonna, I am not attacking the Pope, but here is the truth, how can the Pope, who is the only man that is talking to god, tell each soul-mate pair they are one. It is like the Catholic Church wants to keep some people in a perpetual prison. Anyway, this is fiction poetry and EPIC. Yes I am proud. I love you Madonna. PS Yes Jessica Biel is in this... truth, she is one of the most beautiful women on this planet.

Puke is a lock pick, Just like my lover with other women. Well, Puke picks the lock to check on a fellow trailer trash. Me. He doesn’t do this often. He had a hard time years ago. Because his own best friend, Lost his life. He wrote Beautiful. As if that was the end. Then this internet woman, This ***CENSORED*** wrote about him. This I am certain, Puke is in my life for life. And in this cage, I will never leave. From now on I know, My lover loves me, He set the trap. Puke knew this trap was coming, And he knew I am certain that my lover would get into a legal marriage. While I am fastened, To my lovers soul. Madonna is still the key, and she is a part of a treasure map of poetry. Eminem is Puke, and that is my sense of humor. I listen to his raps and sorta speak Eminem. Proof lost his life and Eminem did rap his pain. I love you Madonna. Amanda

I need Luke Skywalker’s help, Or Jor-EL. I know maybe Dude could help, And I know that is something I need. Older men might know how to tell my lover, What to do with me in his cage. Rumor could help, But he’s always busy. My lover might not know what to do with me. Maybe a younger man, Like The Fat Boy, Would advise my lover, On how to release me from the cage. I know Puke might help, He is like my Evil Twin, I love my trailer trash, Hidden friend. And Romeo might not like me, Because I mistook him for someone else. The Rock could help, I do love his guns, And maybe his wisdom, On being of three or four different worlds can help. In the end, I am trapped in my lovers cage, With no sign of being released. And no way out. Maybe a dad of twins, Married to a sweet woman, Sasha, Who is my ideal Thor, Could be an influence, On family for my lover. He might become a friend to my lover, A personal hope. So please I need out of this cage, But I do need my lovers attention, I crave what he does, Not expecting it, And loving his surprises. Madonna is the key, and these characters, in my opinion have to be in here, this is just adding more to the cast, and betrayal will happen in a few more poems. This is an epic poetry book with a story being written by me. Cast in this poem in no order: Eminem is Puke. Sean Penn is Dude. Brad Pitt is Luke Skywalker Chris Hemsworth is Sasha Nicholas Cage is Jor-EL Bruce Willis is Rumor Kenan Thompson is The Fat Boy (personally do not like but...) Leonardo Dicaprio is Romeo Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson is The Rock I know a lot in this key, but every epic has lots of characters even if they are bit parts. I love you Madonna, Amanda

Sleeping in my bed, I think of other men, And what my lover would feel. He would feel a man kiss me on the cheek, That woke me up the other day. Being in his cage, The idea of bringing another man in is happening, He has his other woman, That is open and free to be with him. I do love my lovers attention he does give to me. Then he has his first love, His Angel, That shares the same melody as me. She might be in his life too in a different hidden portion of the cage. Alas, I love my lovers attention. He might need to be left alone. That is a truth, He has the friend that is out in the open for his show, I am hidden in plain sight. And all I need is a few notices from him, That is it, To know he’s thinking of me, And saying he might love me too. Britney Spears is angel, angels can be good or bad, and yes she is apart of this fantasy epic poem. Writing this isn't easy, and I love that I made Madonna the key. We are still in the cage section about to leave it, to start the betrayal. Love you Madonna Amanda