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Diapers? ***CENSORED*** Diapers? I feel Punk’d. Damn I think someone just had a baby. A cute Russian Lady caught the eye of Punk’d, And they reproduced. Oh yes Punk’d is a main character in this, And his wife. So get this, My lover and I, Will be fighting, And Punk’d will laugh, Giving me the diaper. Proud dad Ashton Kutcher is sending diaper smell to Ambrecel. Mila Kunis is the cute Russian lady, and yes baby is mentioned. Yes PRIDE, he is prideful about the baby, and I've never met him in real life. See Epic poetry! I love you Madonna! Amanda

Someone’s too young, But his left arm goes up in flames, I have to tell him I love him, When I feel his arm being touched. Yes in a bright blue jacket, He photoed the arm for me, I saw it and smiled knowing he needed the I love you. You see here in the cage, Someone shares my lover’s name. And he is Too Young for me. But man he’s a cutie, And he can sing angel songs. Women all over the world want him, Touching his arm is all I do. To tell him I love you. Justin Bieber is the arm touch, and yes that part is the imagination of the Lover Poem. Yes Madonna is still the key. I did see the electric blue jacket photo near an SUV of him, Justin Bieber, pulling the jacket sleeve up which inspired this poem. The characters are going into place. Love you Madonna. Amanda

Sometimes there comes a time, When in the cage, There is a screen, With a Social Network. My lover wanted to dream, And he loves dreamers. So he did something, For a Zuckerburg. Why is there a need for big dreams, Like Facebook. Because my lover, Believes people that dream big, Have their dreams come true. My lover believes, His friends dreams will come true, Because he’s around people, Who dream big, And then the work gets done. Zuckerburg did inspire, So my lover honored him, By doing what he does in the cage, And I get to watch, From a distance, Him doing his job, And it was well done. Madonna is the key, this Lover Poem, which is a mix of fiction, truth, religious ideas, and just plain old fun has now Social Network, Facebook, and Mark Zuckerburg. My lover in 1999, remember, name was Travis and I found my name in Justin Timberlake music. I still do not know if Justin just changed his name, so Travis is the truth, and Ambrecel in Not a Bad Thing is the truth, but I still do not know if I was ever with Justin Timberlake. So I love you Madonna. Amanda PS The Lover Poems is a story poem book, so the story must go on, so working on Pride, Vanity and other deadly sins into the fiction parts of the story. Enjoy.

Personally, I do not like being in his cage, My lover. Nope, Because I am forced to be one with him, And actually be his partner. While he is one, With the two headed monster. This makes three. My lover, Me, And the two headed monster. This is what has to happen, My one, My lover, Works with the two headed monster, And then I have to work with my lover. All of this is about love. I want my freedom, And my choices, My lover says yes have the choice, But when the time is right, The trap was sprung, Even the Dark Horse was involved. Madonna "You are the key." Dark horse is Katy Perry, but she will get another nick name in the poetry collection, since the collection has Jesus Christ in it, I wanted to include Katy Perry because of her song unconditionally. Yes I am fictionalizing some stuff, and some is truth, for an epic poetry collection. I know I have to work on Pride in this collection, and I am working on vanity in the cage. Yes this is about god and jesus christ, Madonna is still the coach, and yes Juicy J is also the Dark Horse. I love you Madonna Amanda

This is bonkers, But it is apart of the story, Because male and female souls, Become one. We are created in the image of god. And yes my lover has my penis. A dream for me, Was the female half of god, Saw she had a penis, Cut it off, Placed it in a jar. This pissed off the lead god, So he rescued man, And placed him on earth. Well, Man wanted his female half. So she got sent as well. Two were forced, To not be partners, Because of vanity, Of the woman not liking the looks, Of a male penis. Anyway, I've written this before, Souls do not have a vagina, Nor penis, It is just a soul, Where two souls, Make one god, Who becomes one with god, And yes somewhere that was lost. We had to find each other, So god made it easy, By placing a piece of god, In man and woman's heart. Then we are told who our other half is, Guess what, I had no choice on who my lover is, And I do not think he loves me, Like I love him. This is part of the Lover Poem Collection, and yes Madonna is someone that is in the poems as a character. I know these will be read in the future... being an author, me, Ambrecel, sometimes people do not read the poem stories until they are completed, and yes in the book offline, Madonna's name will be in the beginning of the character I imagined her to be the coach. Jesus is in this poem, as taking him in your heart, and yes I am Christian, sorta out of the Catholic Church for breaking too many rules... I love you Madonna, Amanda (yes the coach is Jesus too, or like him.)

So thinking about the past today, And yes I am living in his cage. When I missed the play, All those years ago, The other half of me got hurt. He yelled at me for missing his play, Pride, And I went no I am not calling him either. Pride. My nose is cut off, Many times in the body, And I need the coaches help. Months went by, Again writing about this past, In the middle of the time when we had not been speaking, After the week together, My mother did die. My life changed, My heart ripped out of my chest. I needed my lover, But did not know how to contact him, So I called a friend. I did things I did not think about, Heck I was not thinking, Even a bad mother, Is still a mom. Losing my mother, Sent me into a marriage with a friend, When all I needed was a touch from my lover. You see love is BLIND, I need his touch, Not sight. How do I ask him? I cannot, He’s with another, And my life is in his art. And his in mine, Yes pride is in this cage, Why I am hiding inside. This is a coach poem, and yes my mom's death date is Oct 16,1999, which means tomorrow I might just want to be alone, like every anniversary. It is the 15th anniversary of living alone with no mom. I still do not know completely if my lover, the man named Travis is a celebrity, but my name Ambrecel ended up half way in the radio release of Not A Bad Thing by Justin Timberlake and yes my name ends up in a lot of his songs in the background hidden since 2001, from research, and JC Chasez music, and Nysnc. Anyway, I still do not know the truth, which is frustrating, this started in 2011, but the Lover Poems are new, 500 poetry collection that will be a famous book, again fiction religious stuff. Some truth is in the poems, like mom's death and Travis who is my REAL LOVER (reality)... so celebrities are mixed into the poetry, and if I made a mistake with Justin Timberlake I am fine, Madonna is the coach and I know she can help with the music. I love you Madonna.Amanda PS Souls do not have eyes, it was Travis's touch that seduced me.

Still hidden, I am watching him. I know he’s with another, And sometimes I am sad about that. Other times I am excited for her. This is so good for both of them. So I wait. Sometimes I want to talk to them both, And they do. Other times I want to be alone. And that is just me. Alone is something I treasure, And right now, Being trapped in my lover’s cage, I am not alone. Yes It is, Love our two headed monster, Like loving ourself. Our, Us, So I need to learn, How to love my lover, I need to love him unconditionally. No strings attached. Then I might be able to love, His friend too. Am I crashing in the cage, Because I am struggling, Being one with my lover, Who will never be my friend. Nsync made it into this poem with No Strings Attached, a song I did not understand until starting to write the Lover Poems. I hope Madonna is loving being the exclusive celebrity key for my poetry collection that is called the Lover Poems, of course god is in this poem. Love you Madonna. Amanda

How do I contact the Coach, I do need her advice. Because I will probably bring another man into my real life. She might have some idea, On how to stop my lover from feeling, Me with another man. I know I could pick a woman, My lover has proven I love being with women. Problem, I need to get him to talk to me, About his sexual needs, So I can prepare myself to be kissing a woman I have never met. I want to get the Coach, To talk to Luke Skywalker too. I think both are the best advisors, On career for me. Luke Skywalker has not found me, Not recently, He did once, In the worst beard possible, To look at a poster of his new wife. He had issues, Being married to another, While finding the woman for him, Who was like no other. I told Luke Skywalker, The woman was his and she has the most beautiful lips, Just like his. Okay now we have Luke Skywalker in a poem with Madonna, Luke Skywalker is my personal nick name for Brad Pitt. Angelina Jolie is also in this poem as the person on the poster, and his wife. Jennifer Aniston is in this poem too, no nick name, just that Luke Skywalker was married to her. Anyway, I need advice, and there is some Catholic stuff in the lover poems, I'm no longer Catholic and cannot enter a Catholic church ever again... Madonna is still the coach, and this is the exclusive place to find out who is going into the Lover Poems, a book to be published in 2015-16, an epic poetry book. It is a story, and loosely religious. I love you Madonna, Amanda owner of www.ambrecel.com where the original lover poems are seen.

No choices, None, He is my one. I am a two headed monster, Just like god, Created in god’s image. My one, Is a male soul, While I’m the female soul. I want to trade in to pick someone different. Choices are supposed to be there, Not with the one. So I have to look at him, And go man I’m like him? I refuse to be him. I want to be me. He is nice sometimes, And then he is cruel to me sometimes. I am supposed to be attracted to the same things as him? Nope. So why am I different, But the same as him. I want to be one, That is a drug. So can I trade, My one in, For another male soul, That is more like. This is the Odyssey of our time,and it is about a Lover and his soul mate. Two that do become one, and yes in the soul becoming one happens. My issues with this fiction with truth is that the Lover and his one are not getting along, and the Lover does do cruel things, I do not want to return the favor even though it is tempting. We need the coach who is Madonna, she will understand this crazy stuff, and no apologies. I love Madonna, fan for the next few centuries. Amanda

I want to be nice, Not cruel. I do not want to do anything, To my one that he’s done to me. How do I get in a relationship, Knowing that hands on me, He will feel it. How do I do anything with the knowledge, That if I get a tongue in my mouth, It might go in his. How do I live? I swear, I will not do to him, What my lover has done to me. I am going to do this, Hoping, He stops that intimacy, I want to be intimate with him. I do want to know everything that he wants to share. I know I do love women. I got scared when she kissed my hand, And he was with me. I hear her whisper in his ear, And I know he’s thinking about me, Or this is something he cannot control. So I cannot bring another man into the cage. I cannot do to my one, My lover, What he decided to do to me. So I might never be with another man, Or woman ever again. Am I a monster, For not wanting to share in his sex life? This one has nothing to do with Madonna, but she still is, well I am hoping, my lover's coach. I am hoping some spirit stuff in the Lover Poems, makes for good fantasy and people will read these for centuries, like a blue print on what happens when understanding and awareness dawns. Anyway, yes Ambrecel might be out of politics, but I know the coach will understand this poem, and there might be help... in pictures. Sending with crazy love, Amanda

It makes me sad, Understanding the spirit now, And how people are kept apart because of law. Law. Yes I love politics, And the writing of law. Spirit knows nothing of law. A truth that has to be faced. How can I face the fact, That I had no choice on whom, My soul-mate is. Oh lucky people find out, And then use the law to marry. Why the coach is needed for my one, And for me, Hoping she understands stuff, I had no clue over. Love is the truth, And my need for choices, Hurt someone. My selfish need to make a choice, Was taken by the two-headed monster. And yes, Women were created in the image of god too, Woman is not told this. Two becoming one is the truth, The hurt is me, I’m the monster, Age does not know spirit, Sex is just the meat sack, So yes two men can be one, Or two women. This is tough, We make choices, Wishes to create a life. Knowing law takes from the spirit, It hurts everybody, And soul-mates are in prison, Kept away from each other, By laws. Politics is in poetry, and my own fault for pushing someone away a couple of times, not really wanting to bring him into my life right now, but the spirit is hurting. Madonna knows from her own songs and music, love is the truth. I love her, and am a HUGE FAN! Ambrecel. Nobody completely knows about the 500 poems collection, and I wanted to be open about it right here on www.madonna.com

The marriage is just hitting me, And I am in his cage. I have to feel him, Watch him, While he is taking care of his meat sack. He’s married to two women, One with a legal document, That he dated for a while. While me, I have the spirit, And she wants to be with child. My spirit longs for him, And I think his longs for mine, I feel her kissing me, I feel me inside of her, When him and me are one. This is a marriage, Of spirit, No man or woman, Can rip apart. Yes there is an intimacy, I cannot explain, Like the cold showers, Or feeling her pee on his shoulder. I do not want to be in his sex life. Nor feel her sometimes. But this is my marriage to him, I am in his spirit, While she is on him physically. In real life. She is his wife, She has her legal documents, She will be buried with him, If they stay together. I am his wife too, And my spirit is his spirit, While his spirit is mine, What is sad is in the after life, She will not be his, Because he’s mine. Madonna, this is catholic spiritual, Holy father mother church, I finally get that after I am no longer Catholic, and excommunication is going to happen to me soon. This is the reason why my political days are over, I know this is facts and fictions, please enjoy my insanity, and this one has nothing to do with Madonna, knowing spirits are Adam and Eve, are not meat sacks that means gay marriage needs to happen, fucks with the mind.

Twenty-five, Or twenty, September, There was a marriage. I respect the pope, And he married me. My lover, Said yes, So we are married in the spirit, Yes, My lover is in another country. How all this works, There are no boundaries, To imagination. The two headed monster, Exists, And he needs his coach, To create the magic. In hearts the coach goes, And with helper. So a marriage happened, Not a legal marriage, Like with my lovers friends, This one is in the spirit, Where in the end, My lover will eat me, To go to heaven. Madonna is still the coach mixed with Jesus. And yes another poem, these are facts with fiction mixed in, and spiritual stuff that is unbelievable. There is a marriage, a real one, where my lover married me in his music with his memories and mine, my name does show up, my screen name Ambrecel, in a song that was/still is on the radio. So Madonna, this epic is on the way, 500 for the first volume and I have gone a bit nuts. I wanted too, and woman's politics in the USA will not have me in it because of woman going crazy.

Yes in the cage, There are many people, Such as the Angel with bright brown eyes. There is JF, And his crew, TSSJF. There are others like the Coach, Because she can help my lover, And my lover has many many friends. Hoping Hips gets his friendship, She probably already does, And Funny hair really was there in my past and my lovers. All my lover did was change his ***CENSORED*** name. So having fun, And the lover poems will be epic. There is a friend, Hoping she doesn’t become a monster. Blue eyes too, But he’s very shy. And others, We all are writing this epic together. JF is a joker, He hasn’t encouraged me, Nope not at all, But I love it when, I get hidden in plain sight, And nobody knows I’m there. I want out of my cage, That my lover is in, Because for me, He might want me to be free, Alas, I might be his one. Poem 121 of the 500 poem collection the lover poems, not saying who the lover really is right now, but Madonna knows him, and he has Tunnel Vision. Blue eyes is JC Chasez, and yes this is up on the blog, Angel is Britney Spears, someone wanted that today, and yes Chris Kirkpatrick is Funny Hair (long story on how he got that name in person), I didn't get others in here it is on my blog and lover poems are going up fast. Funny how I need a new section at 195... will see how the story is developing. Of course JF = Jimmy Fallon, and TSSJF... you can guess, adding some stuff. Nicki Minaj is hips. Madonna being the coach and Jesus will be fun, and yes not finished with the story, the two headed monster is making me feel stuff with my Lover that I cannot describe, and in real life nobody would believe, my lover is a brat with an interesting way of being in my life for a long time. Madonna will get a kick out of it, and I'm #noregrets. Amanda

This is the second poem in the cage portion of the Lover Poems, a 500 poem poetry book, and then there will be a sequel of 500 poems, as seen on www.ambrecel.com. I am writing a book to describe love, and Madonna is still the coach, she is sharing with Jesus in this poem. This is to about soul-mates, sin, and love. I hope you enjoy. The two headed monster decided to banish, A split that should never have happened. One went to earth, And he was like my lover. When he asked for his other, They sent her. The sin happened because the man wanted power. And power has been there for one not the other. What has to happen, Partners to become one. My lover and I are fighting, We should be partners and one. A coach is needed, To explain about a special way, To find one another. To be one is to be partners, Not have one lover have power over the other. Now I’m in a cage, Baited and lined, With one friend. My Lover has some power, But he needs to become my partner.

I do not normally do this, but the coach is Madonna. I am writing a lover poem collection for someone that can never be my friend, he's my lover. Long story, Madonna knows my lover. She will find him fast. So here is the first Madonna poem for a 500 poem collection that started months ago, and yes, celebrities are notified when they make it in the collection. As seen on www.ambrecel.com I need a Coach Please, Plea to the world. I need a coach for my lover. I need someone that lost their mom, That is a pain like no other. The coach for my lover, Cannot be like any other. That person will have to have a heart, Wear it on their sleeve. He needs a coach, That can help heal his heart. And explain to him, That the coach is like me. Losing a mother, Even a bad mother that I had, Hurts like no other. Because you only get one mother.