Why do woman get involved with loser and waste time and emotions with the wrong men instead of being with a man who give them love, a house,...kid...everything they want and make their life easy.
Why are these women so STUPID? Just because they have these urges, why does that justify acting on them? I'd love to eat pizza and fried chicken every day. I'd also like to eat cookies, cake, and ice cream 3 times a day. Why don't I do it? It will lead to bad long term consequences. What the hell is wrong with these women?
If you are a woman get involved with a bad guy, single dad...ect......there will be bad consequences.
As far as I can tell, chicks don't date ugly boys either. Ugly may have different meanings for men and women, but the results are still the same.A hot homeless bum living in trash ain't getting some.
Regarding women who like bad boys, one could argue that they do so because they think they can change them. But they can't.
Okay, think about that for just two seconds,. When you like something, it's because it is what it is the way it is, yes? For instance: you like chocolate cake because it is chocolate cake. You don't think to yourself, "Yeah I like this chocolate cake because, if I try really, really hard, I can make it into banana cream pie. Mmmhm. I like me some chocolate cake so I can have that pie."
Women, and especially younger women, tend to like or enjoy "bad boys" because of the "lawless" quality someone else pointed out. Some young women can live out their rebellion streak vicariously through these guys who are "edgy" and flaunt authority. They tend to be, yeah, self-confident, and that's pretty darned attractive too. They push the boundaries of regular, vanilla, quiet social acceptability and conformity and, yeah, that can be appealing too to to go along on that ride with someone.
An attraction to "bad boys" does not equal a propensity for abuse. It's, a lot of the time, just an opportunity to explore one's own sense of wanting to explore the boundaries of society and finding someone to take you there. It's about rebellion.
And eventually, they all grow out of that, find the value in a certain amount of conformity that most can live with,
This stupid thing called "love". It's more destructive than the entire US military arsenal. It amazes me when a girl can complain for days on end and call the person they're with the worst things in the world yet will stay with them because they "love him". I've actually asked a girl why they were with a guy and they said they loved the guy but i asked "what do you love about him?" and they said "he's just a great guy!" after they had gone on for hours about how awful of a human being the person is. It's pathetic.
Romance is a drug that prevents women from having to deal with the tougher issues in their life, like aging, finances, significant stress, problems with their children, and many other things. Stability, companionship, creation of a home and family if that's what you desire, and some sense of a safe place to come home to and deal with the cares of the world. Stupid behavior is how I describe irrational behavior that throws caution to the wind and causes women to hook up with men who are unsuitable or dangerous. The warning signs are there but they let their romantic feelings override. The motives are wrong – they're looking for someone to give them the castle or, if they're very wounded and have had very bad experiences, someone who's going to heal those wounds. So they go into a relationship with an unrealistic expectation of what marriage or a long-term relationship is going to be.We've been taught that somehow the power of our love can change a man, and that the sexier and more beautiful we are, the more powerful we are. Women often confuse sexual power with personal power, confusing the difference between being able to arouse a man with feminine power. But then she doesn't know how to keep him because his interest will wane once the hunt is over. She's gotten her romantic fix during that time, but when he leaves her high and dry once the sexual excitement wears off, she's left confused and lonely and questioning herself even more.
Summarizing a recent conversation with my medical assistant about this very issue:
She said that it's comforting to know that if a situation were to arise where we were in danger, that I could be trusted to do everything in my power to ensure the safety of not just myself, but her as well, and that she would not be alone in fighting for a solution.
To often we think of a "bad boy" as someone with a criminal record, scars from knife/gun fights, a foul mouth, rebellious attitude, and a bunch of tattoos. While these things can communicate a degree of safety and protection, they do so at such an extreme, that it is likely to be too extreme, and often backfires, which can result in unhealthy relationships and behavior that jeopardizes anyone involved with them.
A person doesn't need to have a partner who is dangerous and rebellious in order to feel secure; it is quite possible, and highly advisable, to find someone who will fulfill this desire in a mature, wise, and selfless manner.
I found this article that might be of interesting:
Father/Daughter Relationships: Effects of Communicative Adaptabilityand Satisfaction on Daughter's Romantic Relationships Jessica Katorski
ABSTRACT Research has shown that the relationship a daughter has with her father remains with her intoadulthood. The father/daughter relationship is said to have an affect on future relationships, including romantic relationships. One hundred and eight-one females from the La Crosse, WIarea completed questionnaires regarding the relationship with their father as well as the relationship with their current (or most recent) romantic partner. The females were asked to determine what attachment style best describes each relationship, assess their satisfaction level concerning the relationship with their father, and asked questions regarding their communication adaptability level. Results showed that relationships could only be made between the attachmentstyles in the father/daughter relationships and the communication satisfaction and adaptability.
INTRODUCTION A great deal of research has been conducted to find the effects of family during one’s childhood. Researchers have found that parent-child relationships affect the psychological well being of the child. Barnett and Kibria stated that positive parent-child relationships are thought to enhance several aspects of psychological well being while negative relationships are thought to predispose to psychological distress. Due to such findings, one might suggestthat the impact of the family environment on young adults is significant as well (Kissee, Murphy, Bonner, & Murley, 2000). Dumlao and Botta (2000) and Perkins (2001) state that the relationship between young adultwomen and their fathers has previously been neglected when examining the relationships within a family. Familyinfluences within the young adult cycle of life have gone virtually unstudied (Kissee, Murphy, Bonner, & Murley, 2000; Lamb, 1981; Way & Gillman, 2000). Many are convinced that the relationship between mothers and daughters is the most important parentalrelationship. While the relationship is certainly valuable, the connection that a female has with her father in manyways matters more than the one with her mother (Nielsen, 2001). Due to this, research on the affects of a young-adult daughter's relationship with her father is of value. Therefore, research was conducted on young adult women determining if or what was the relationship between father/daughter relationships and the daughter's romanticrelationships. Each young woman completed surveys regarding attachment style in the relationship with her father, her satisfaction level regarding the relationship with her father, and her communicative adaptability.
In a strong statement by Secunda (1992), she described a female's father as her "first love," regardless of the experiences in her relationship with her father. This text noted that it might be assumed that the father-daughter relationship has the potential to shape interaction patterns that surface as women enter adult relationships. Therefore, this supports the hypothesis that a pattern may be apparent between father-daughter relationships and the daughter's romantic relationships. Research has found that women with abusive or absent fathers often choose partners who abuse or abandon them (Secunda, 1992). Research concerning intermediate variables as adjusting factors proves interesting. According to Beatty and Dobos (1992) satisfaction may be described as an internal affect resulting from the acquisition of pleasure and/or avoidance of pain. More specifically, any stimulus that fulfills needs, produces positive reinforcement, or confirms one’s ideal self-image produces satisfaction (Beatty & Dobos, 1992). Previous findings from Vangelisti, Crumley, Baker, & Canary (1999) have supported the interdependence theory, which states that relational satisfaction is linked to the degree to which one’s standards are met. Satisfaction has also beenused as the primary criterion for evaluating the quality of family communication (Pearson, 1989). Some research has focused on the satisfaction in conversation with others viewing satisfaction as a global response to relationships. Due to various types of interaction with one's father, satisfaction was operationalized in global terms for this study.
Attachment is an overall term that refers to the state and quality of an individual's attachments. These attachments are divided into two distinct different types, secure and insecure attachment. Attachments are part of relationships from infancy. The emotional bonds that infants form with their caregivers serve as blueprints for the way people view themselves and others. They affect the way people act in their adult relationships. (Bowlby,1969;1973) Specifically regarding attachment in relationships, Bowlby stated that attachment relationships were importantfor humans across the life cycle and that attachment behaviors depicted interaction "from cradle to the grave." (Bowlby, 1979, p129). Once working attachment models are formed early in life, they are used as a guide for the child's attachment behavior both in familiar and new situations (Cassidy & Kobak, 198 . Research has been conducted and supported the hypothesis that one's early attachment styles serve as a prototype for later relationships outside the family (Crowell & Feldman, 1987; Main & Goldwyn, 198. Due to these findings, using attachmentstyles as the comparison between family and romantic relationships serves as dependable. As previously stated, communication is the core of every relationship. Generally, individuals desire to express a positive nature through communication. In order to do so, one must be able to adapt to situations accordingly.
Communicative adaptability, the ability to adjust in social settings, can also be defined as the capacity of the individual to adjust him/herself to the situation with minimum friction (Karlsson, 1963). Beatty, Marshall, & Rudd (2001) state that communicative adaptability involves the use of wit and emotional reactivity as well as emphasizes individual differences in the capacity to adapt to immediate surroundings. A number of scholars have researched this area, only with slight variations to the research. There are subtle differences in the theory constructs, yet they all share the recognition that the degree to which individuals adjust insocial settings is unevenly distributed across the population. Since communication is inevitable, individualsexperience various social settings, and the variance in communicative adaptability is considerable, it would be ofinterest to discover if there is relationship between attachment styles in relationships and an individual's level of communicative adaptability. In order to build upon completed research, the objective is to address the following questions:RQ1: Is there a relationship between a daughter's attachment style with her father and the attachment style with her current (or most recent) romantic partner?RQ2: Is there a relationship between the daughter's attachment style with her romantic partner and her satisfaction level regarding her relationship with her father?RQ3: Is there a relationship between the daughter's attachment style with her father and her satisfaction level regarding her relationship with her father?RQ4: Is there a relationship between the daughter's attachment styles with her father and her level of communication adaptability?RQ5: Is there a relationship between the daughter’s attachment style with her romantic partner and her level of communication adaptability?
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Katorski UW-L Journal of Undergraduate Research VI (2003) as they had previously for the relationship with their father. This included completing the 5-point Likert scale along with choosing one style that best represents the romantic relationship. SubjectsFemales above the age of 18 were the subjects of this research. Due to the separation from close parentalguidance, women this age are appropriate subjects for this study. One hundred and eighty-one women completelyresponded the previously mentioned questionnaires. Procedures This data was collected by a convenience sample. Majority of the women is students in the La Crosse area. Surveys were distributed throughout a few residence halls, a couple classrooms, and a campus organizationalmeeting. The researcher immediately collected the surveys upon completion by the subject. Data AnalysisDue to the number of variables involved in this study, several tests were completed in order to best analyze the data. Chi Square was run comparing the attachment styles of the relationship with the father to the attachmentstyles of the relationship with the partner. ANOVA was used to compare the attachment styles with the communication satisfaction and communication adaptability. SPSS will be the mode of determining results. The intermediate variables will be compared one another, then examined regarding style of relationships for each individual.
RESULTS Upon computing the results of the questionnaires received, fascinating answers were found for the proposed research questions. The following is an explanation of the findings in relation to each of the five specific research questions. RQ1: Is there a relationship between a daughter's attachment style with her father and the attachment style withher current (or most recent) romantic partner?The data from each of the participants was entered and a cross-tabulation was conducted. Each of the four attachment styles in the relationship with the father was cross-tabulated with the four attachment styles in the relationship with the romantic partner. The Pearson Chi-Square test showed a significance level of .53, which is notstatistically significant. Therefore, this shows that one cannot assume any relationship between the attachment style with the father and the attachment style with the romantic partner. The results show that one cannot determine anysort of relationship outside of a chance relationship. RQ2: Is there a relationship between the daughter's attachment style with her romantic partner and the satisfaction level regarding her relationship with her father?From the results computed through an ANOVA test, one cannot confirm that there is a relationship between a daughter's satisfaction level with relationship with her father and her attachment style in her romantic relationship. None of the results showed statistical significance between any of the levels. RQ3: Is there a relationship between the daughter's attachment style with her father and the satisfaction levelregarding her relationship with her father?The level of satisfaction regarding the relationship with her father is much higher when the attachment style is secure. The mean for the satisfaction is 6.2705 with a secure attachment style. This mean drops to 4.9643 with a preoccupied attachment style. Next, the mean is 4.2704 for the dismissing attachment style and 4.2118 for the fearful attachment style. Due to these results, one could make a connection between the secure attachment style and a high level of communication satisfaction. RQ4: Is there a relationship between the daughter's attachment style with her father and her level of communication adaptability?Although there is not a drastic difference in the levels of communication adaptability, those individuals with a fearful attachment style displayed the highest level of communication adaptability with a mean of 3.8725. The preoccupied and secure attachment styles were 3.8357 and 3.8011 respectively. Lastly, those individuals with the 3
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Katorski UW-L Journal of Undergraduate Research VI (2003) dismissing attachment style had a mean of 3.6202. Those who have a fearful attachment style do have a higher tendency toward communication adaptability, however a strong relationship would be hard to support. RQ5: Is there a relationship between the daughter's level of communication adaptability and the attachment style with her romantic partner?A different result was found when comparing the attachment styles of the romantic relationship with the communication adaptability. Those individuals with a secure attachment style with their romantic partner had a mean of 3.82. The mean scores continued to lessen with preoccupied at 3.7619, fearful at 3.7263, and dismissing at3.6745. Again, one may be able to speculate; however, it may be difficult to make a strong relationship between the two.
DISCUSSION AND CONCLUSIONS As previously stated some of the results showed a relationship, while others did not do so. This causes more analyzing to occur in order to gain a greater understanding of the relationships between the variables. When comparing the communication satisfaction level with the attachment styles of the father relationship andthe communication satisfaction level with the attachment styles of the romantic relationship, one finds very differentresults. There is complete statistical significance between the communication satisfaction and the attachment styles with the father. The ANOVA shows that the number for statistical significance is .000, whereas there is notstatistical significance between communication satisfaction and the attachment styles with the romantic partner. That score of significance is .145. Although it is not very high, there is no way of making a connection. This is the same situation for communication adaptability. There is statistical significance for the score of communicationadaptability at .024. The communication adaptability and attachment with partner score is .208. These are not quite the results expected; however, they do prove to be interesting. The relationship a daughter has with her father is one that greatly affects her life. This relationship began atchildhood, and has continued into adulthood. Regardless if the relationship is healthy or not, it still has some sort of affect on the daughter. When comparing it to the relationship with a romantic partner, one is looking at a much different relationship. This consistency continued throughout the results. Statistical significance was present when addressing the relationship between the father and daughter, yet never present between the daughter and her partner. U
Using multiple comparisons allows one to examine the specific attachment styles to the level of communicationsatisfaction. The secure attachment style shows statistical significance in regards to communication satisfactionwhen compared with each of the other attachment styles. For each of these match-ups, the statistical significance is .000. None of the other combinations displays statistical significance in regards to communication satisfaction. Continuing with the relationship with the father but looking at the communication adaptability level displays slightly different results. There is statistical significance when comparing the secure attachment style and the dismissing attachment style in regards to communication adaptability. Statistical significance is present whencomparing dismissing and fearful as well. This is fascinating because the only one not showing statistical significance when compared is the preoccupied attachment style. The preoccupied attachment style can be described as, "I want to be completely emotionally intimate with others, but I often find that others are reluctant to get as close as I would like. I am uncomfortable being without close relationships, but I sometimes worry that others don't value me as much as I value them," (Bartholomew & Horowitz, 1991). When one is a part of a preoccupied type of relationship, she desires to be very emotionally intimate. This would cause her to feel hurt more easily possible take each comment or conversation to heart. Therefore, responding with a witty comment or joke would not be in the nature of this individual. The mean score for those individuals with a preoccupied attachment style is 5.7190, which is relatively high. One could any speculate as to why that score is high. Speculations could lead to the belief that only certain aspects of the relationship cause dissatisfaction. A point of interest regarding the dismissing attachment style in the relationship with the romantic partner is the placement of the mean scores for that style. The level of communication satisfaction concerning the dismissing style is the highest of the four; however, the level of adaptability is the lowest. This could be because these females desire independent relationships, therefore feeling satisfied rather easily. Due to the desire for an independentrelationship, she is able to state her feelings in a more aggressive manner.
Wit, humor, and ease of conversation would not be a high priority when one does not desire any intimacy in that relationship. Another hypothesis could include the fact that the female is used to a high level of satisfaction in her relationship with males. If her romantic partner does not live up to her expectations, than she would rather remain completely independent from him, seeing no need to adapt to situations smoothly. . The research does not allow one to conclude that there is a relationship 4
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Katorski UW-L Journal of Undergraduate Research VI (2003) between the attachment styles in father/daughter relationships to those in romantic relationships. However, there isstatistical significance (.000) to show that there is a relationship between the attachment styles in the father/daughter relationship and daughter's communication satisfaction. There is also statistical significance (.024) to reveal a relationship between the attachment styles in the father/daughter relationship and the daughter's communication adaptability. One disappointing finding is that there is no statistical significance with the daughter's romantic relationship related to any variable. This is slightly shocking due to past research and literature that supports the importance of the father/daughter relationship and its effects on the daughter's life in the future.
There's a theory that we always seek to "make it right." So (very simply put) if you had a parent that largely ignored you -- -- you'll tend to choose partners that ingnore you or are unavailable to you so this time in this relationship you can "fix" what was wrong. I cannot tell you how long I played the game "ignore me more and I'll try harder." It's painful and embarrasing to even think about.
It's easy to follow the patterns that you've been following since childhood. Even if they're not very satisfying, they ARE familiar. Most humans basically fear change and the unknown and have to be dragged, kicking and screaming, to embrace something new...even if what's new is going to be better for them. Changing your habits -- even if you are changing them for the better -- is freakin' hard. It takes constant awareness, it takes a firm commitment to bettering yourself, it takes learning new skills, and it takes ACTION. You can analyze yourself to death, but if you don't change your behavior nothing's gonna change.
PART 2
If women want men to marry, maybe a little more work needs to be done to understand men and to think about what men feel and what men need and what motivates men to take on the awesome responsibility of marriage and parenting in a world that doesn’t like them very much.
I was having a conversation recently with a Christian woman and trying to explain the sexual needs of men and she was explaining why she had no obligation to care much about men’s needs if she didn’t feel like it, (because whatever happened to her in life had to make her feel good, otherwise she didn’t feel that she should be obligated to do it). I raised the point about how men have to get up and go to work whether they feel like it or not. Men have to deal with her family whether he feels like it or not. Men have to be dragged off to shopping or artsy stuff whether he feels like it or not. Her response was to say “that’s different”. I think men are horrified at the way that women treat us as objects. And don’t mean just as sperm-donors and wallters (for paying taxes for universal health care, IVF and contraceptives), I mean by being incapable of understanding what men want – what incentives they respond to and what a woman has to do to get them to engage and take on tasks.
It’s like women want the freedom to sleep with bad men, and yet be supported by the good men through taxpayer dollars without having to care about the needs of those good men. Sort of turning good men into ATMs and bad men into sperm donors – all with the goal of squeezing life dry by using people and trying to do as little as possible for anyone else. I think that’s what abortion and divorce are – a resenting of RELATIONSHIPS. A rejection of the idea that a woman should have any duties or obligations to anyone else at all.
It reminds me of atheism, where people reject God because they just can’t be bothered with the demands of a relationship but instead reduce Christianity to being happy and being forgiven what whatever selfish things they do. I think that’s what’s behind the drive to turn Christianity into “having happy feelings”. It plays very well with women, but men are suspicious of it, because they sympathize with God and they wonder – what about God’s needs? what about God’s feelings? who is thinking about his interests in this relationship? Christianity is about serving God, not keeping score to make sure that he gives you more than you give him. Sometimes I think that all of this opposition to evidence of God’s existence and character is really just a way of keping him cloudy, indistinct and at a distance. We do this so that we can use him to “forgive” us and to feel significance and love, but only when we feel like it. We avoid the evidence so that it is not really clear what our obligations are. Christians seem to be making God out in their image, and substituting their goals for his goals, without really caring what he thinks about it. And I think I see something similar happening between women and men. No one understands us, and they don’t want to, so long as they get what they want from us.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
POETRY: DEAR SWEETHEART
Loving you comes easy to me
You gave me my wings
setting me free
Gave me--
the wings of love
floating me
high beyond and above
Beyond--
hurt, anguish, and pain
Above--
dark clouds where sorrow reigned
With my wings
you came bearing
additional intimate things:
You brought hope
into the hopeless day
You brought sunshine
always leading my way
Your loving touch
showing your care
ESSENTIALLY- the promise
to always be there
Taken on a cloud of bliss
surrounded by serenity
with every tender kiss
My broken heart
with no pulse
you've given it the will to start
the will to let love beat
joining the partial vessel
once so incomplete
Left in void
without the sensual trail
you made into my heart
inevitably leading our love to prevail
PART II
Dear Sweetheart...
To have found a love like ours
is like a beautiful garden of flowers
with a heavenly scent,
and more loveliness than we mortals
have ever had the rashness to achieve.
Our garden of life is like a sweet dream,
or an afterlife in which real people
know the joy that we thought
only angels could enjoy..
PART III
You stole my heart with only three words
My gangster of love, no mercy was heard
With the ease of your touch, you've invaded my skin
Taken over my spirit, all wounds you do mend
The sound of your voice captivates my soul
Your forgiveness and love make me forever whole
The calm in your eyes take over my mind
Embraces my thoughts and stops all time
With only a look, you control all of me
Yet in bondage of passion your love sets me free
You soothe my tempest heart like the peace of a dove
I know in my heart you're my gangster of love
4
Amidst darkened skies and storms of sorrow
She lingers within the shores of serenity
The waves lulling her into a dreamy daze
With father moon illuminating hope from above
She encloses her heart within trembling hands
Her mind full of dreams and uncertainty
Wishing, wondering, waiting
Could he hold the sacred key?
Silently he approaches, with his captivating gaze
His smile could melt even the coldest of hearts
Together they walk in a silence of contentment
Her hand within his, her heart close to his own
The heavenly bodies radiate blessings from above
As his lips meet hers in a tender first kiss
Their souls entwined by the fates of time
Forever they?ll share the sweet rapture of serenity
5
Love is like a snow storm,
Blizzarding through my mind.
Snow may fall in many a unique forms,
Creating love, all more special and kind.
At first the snow is soft, gentle and warm,
Oh, how you long for more.
At first the snow is bright and glistining- with charm,
Oh, how love is something to adore.
As the snow continues to fall,
So does the passion, being received from him.
Never do you want the clouds to stall,
Disbursing the love (being lit from within.)
You look at the grass, once dead and brown,
To be comforted by a warm blanket of protection.
Then into the mirror, once a frown,
Has turned itself in the other direction.
After continuous streets, filled with white,
The ice slowly begins to melt.
After never being alone, throughout the night,
The absence slowly begins to be felt.
Before you know it, the streets are black,
And the grass too returns to its normal brown.
Before you know it, it's become a apparent fact,
That the love, once rose strong, melted and left town
6
Come to me in the dark of the night
And whisper my name
In your rhythmical, pacific, voice
Gently hold me close to you
And let me fall asleep
On your magnetic chest
Let my first vision of daylight
Be accompanied by your quiescent,
Genteel, body next to mine
Your beautiful eyes shut, as you dream,
I delicately wake you
With a gentle warm kiss
Walk with me to the ocean
And smell the sweet sea
As the rising sun warms the sand
Sit with me on the beach
And let's listen to the sound
Of the dancing waves
7
Silken threads that bond us to each other
Sourced in light from hearts own pool and phased so as not to smother
The Independent light of love---- in sibling, parent, lover
And companion in life's journey, offering hand with which to cover
Fears of failure, doubts and pain, all needs which fairly shared
Distribute and diminish, leaving space for dreams that dared
A Joint target of Life won, Tasks done, souls bared----
To closest scrutiny by our celestial parent; New Body pared
To heavenly form---- from that start in seedy clay
Made divine by love alone and caring, daring, sharing say
Life seen through someone else's eyes, a Golden piercing ray
Doth shine within us, bounces back, increases every day
The best in us, the blessed in us, the truth that truly may
Open the door knocked upon, in brothers heartfelt way
And Truth and Life, revealed in one
With One in All, does offer pay
In full
8
Was not your clay and mine
Co-mixed before our birth?
Is not your laugh and kind regard
The very substance of my mirth?
Does not your every tear
Drown my treasure ship?
It's not your form nor fame, My Love
That is the object of my worship.
It seems that you and I
Were from the same clay formed.
You breathe, I sigh; your heart, my beat
You came... my world has been transformed.
9
When you want the definition of a word,
where do you turn?
Do you,
flip through a dictionary,
call on a friend?
Well, I want the definition of Beauty,
but neither the largest dictionary,
nor closest friend,
Could do those sweet six letters any justice.
No Beauty magazine,
could give me the tip;
No fortune teller,
would be able to predict;
Ask a philosopher,
and he is confused.
But ask me,
and see what you would discover.
My answer would be,
true Beauty is defined only by
YOU.
10
Standing out under the stars
Reminds me of our memories
Of Happiness, sorrow, but mostly love...
And with you here right by
my side, I can say
Thanks to the "above"...
With That I can only
ask is this Using,
Love, or Bliss?...
But then again...
What's Love without
the start of Bliss...
11
Love, what is love?
Is it the happiness
of being brought together
from a strength sent from above?
Is it like the feel of joy?
As when to when you see your bundle of joy,
your babby girl or babby boy.
Is it a strength that can last?
I don't know....thinking of loves past.
But all and all love is a feeling
that no words can fully explain,
It can make a man do things known as insane,
Even though what he's doing might seem insane,
All he's trying to do is deal with love
and a good piece mind,
The kind of love that makes any person blind.
You gave me my wings
setting me free
Gave me--
the wings of love
floating me
high beyond and above
Beyond--
hurt, anguish, and pain
Above--
dark clouds where sorrow reigned
With my wings
you came bearing
additional intimate things:
You brought hope
into the hopeless day
You brought sunshine
always leading my way
Your loving touch
showing your care
ESSENTIALLY- the promise
to always be there
Taken on a cloud of bliss
surrounded by serenity
with every tender kiss
My broken heart
with no pulse
you've given it the will to start
the will to let love beat
joining the partial vessel
once so incomplete
Left in void
without the sensual trail
you made into my heart
inevitably leading our love to prevail
PART II
Dear Sweetheart...
To have found a love like ours
is like a beautiful garden of flowers
with a heavenly scent,
and more loveliness than we mortals
have ever had the rashness to achieve.
Our garden of life is like a sweet dream,
or an afterlife in which real people
know the joy that we thought
only angels could enjoy..
PART III
You stole my heart with only three words
My gangster of love, no mercy was heard
With the ease of your touch, you've invaded my skin
Taken over my spirit, all wounds you do mend
The sound of your voice captivates my soul
Your forgiveness and love make me forever whole
The calm in your eyes take over my mind
Embraces my thoughts and stops all time
With only a look, you control all of me
Yet in bondage of passion your love sets me free
You soothe my tempest heart like the peace of a dove
I know in my heart you're my gangster of love
4
Amidst darkened skies and storms of sorrow
She lingers within the shores of serenity
The waves lulling her into a dreamy daze
With father moon illuminating hope from above
She encloses her heart within trembling hands
Her mind full of dreams and uncertainty
Wishing, wondering, waiting
Could he hold the sacred key?
Silently he approaches, with his captivating gaze
His smile could melt even the coldest of hearts
Together they walk in a silence of contentment
Her hand within his, her heart close to his own
The heavenly bodies radiate blessings from above
As his lips meet hers in a tender first kiss
Their souls entwined by the fates of time
Forever they?ll share the sweet rapture of serenity
5
Love is like a snow storm,
Blizzarding through my mind.
Snow may fall in many a unique forms,
Creating love, all more special and kind.
At first the snow is soft, gentle and warm,
Oh, how you long for more.
At first the snow is bright and glistining- with charm,
Oh, how love is something to adore.
As the snow continues to fall,
So does the passion, being received from him.
Never do you want the clouds to stall,
Disbursing the love (being lit from within.)
You look at the grass, once dead and brown,
To be comforted by a warm blanket of protection.
Then into the mirror, once a frown,
Has turned itself in the other direction.
After continuous streets, filled with white,
The ice slowly begins to melt.
After never being alone, throughout the night,
The absence slowly begins to be felt.
Before you know it, the streets are black,
And the grass too returns to its normal brown.
Before you know it, it's become a apparent fact,
That the love, once rose strong, melted and left town
6
Come to me in the dark of the night
And whisper my name
In your rhythmical, pacific, voice
Gently hold me close to you
And let me fall asleep
On your magnetic chest
Let my first vision of daylight
Be accompanied by your quiescent,
Genteel, body next to mine
Your beautiful eyes shut, as you dream,
I delicately wake you
With a gentle warm kiss
Walk with me to the ocean
And smell the sweet sea
As the rising sun warms the sand
Sit with me on the beach
And let's listen to the sound
Of the dancing waves
7
Silken threads that bond us to each other
Sourced in light from hearts own pool and phased so as not to smother
The Independent light of love---- in sibling, parent, lover
And companion in life's journey, offering hand with which to cover
Fears of failure, doubts and pain, all needs which fairly shared
Distribute and diminish, leaving space for dreams that dared
A Joint target of Life won, Tasks done, souls bared----
To closest scrutiny by our celestial parent; New Body pared
To heavenly form---- from that start in seedy clay
Made divine by love alone and caring, daring, sharing say
Life seen through someone else's eyes, a Golden piercing ray
Doth shine within us, bounces back, increases every day
The best in us, the blessed in us, the truth that truly may
Open the door knocked upon, in brothers heartfelt way
And Truth and Life, revealed in one
With One in All, does offer pay
In full
8
Was not your clay and mine
Co-mixed before our birth?
Is not your laugh and kind regard
The very substance of my mirth?
Does not your every tear
Drown my treasure ship?
It's not your form nor fame, My Love
That is the object of my worship.
It seems that you and I
Were from the same clay formed.
You breathe, I sigh; your heart, my beat
You came... my world has been transformed.
9
When you want the definition of a word,
where do you turn?
Do you,
flip through a dictionary,
call on a friend?
Well, I want the definition of Beauty,
but neither the largest dictionary,
nor closest friend,
Could do those sweet six letters any justice.
No Beauty magazine,
could give me the tip;
No fortune teller,
would be able to predict;
Ask a philosopher,
and he is confused.
But ask me,
and see what you would discover.
My answer would be,
true Beauty is defined only by
YOU.
10
Standing out under the stars
Reminds me of our memories
Of Happiness, sorrow, but mostly love...
And with you here right by
my side, I can say
Thanks to the "above"...
With That I can only
ask is this Using,
Love, or Bliss?...
But then again...
What's Love without
the start of Bliss...
11
Love, what is love?
Is it the happiness
of being brought together
from a strength sent from above?
Is it like the feel of joy?
As when to when you see your bundle of joy,
your babby girl or babby boy.
Is it a strength that can last?
I don't know....thinking of loves past.
But all and all love is a feeling
that no words can fully explain,
It can make a man do things known as insane,
Even though what he's doing might seem insane,
All he's trying to do is deal with love
and a good piece mind,
The kind of love that makes any person blind.
POETRY: I HELD YOU BEFORE...ANOTHER TIME
I have held you before,
Another time, another place.
Our spirits entwined
in an eternal embrace.
Our corporeal flesh
shed time and again.
Yet, our ethereal souls
knowing no end.
Like a Phoenix we rise
from aeons past ash,
Our spirits unsure
of our newly forged paths.
One thing's for certain,
This one thing I know,
Our love springs eternal
Throughout Time's ebb and flow.
2
Your glowing face
Lights up my days
With tender love
Your soothing voice
Is a song only an
Angel could sing
Your sweet-tasting lips
Are sugar drops
To my heart
Your natural perfume
Is a healing vapor
To my soul
Feeling your body
Next to mine
Is indescribable
3
Where do I begin to describe a love that is so sincerely pure?
The lasting beautiful memories, that both our hearts forever endure
The meaningful lasting feelings, that two in love could ever share
Bonding forever together as one, with tender, loving, respectful care
I have received God's most precious blessing, your love is in my heart
Our fate at our birth planned together, destined from the start
As we journey through our life together, our love is in full bloom
You make the sun shine down on me, never any gloom
Our special song of togetherness, I dedicate it to you
You sing it to me every day; your love is shining through
Writing love poems back and fourth, every day and every night
Touching our hearts with words of love, our love is glowing bright
The look of love that to me you give, burns my heart intently
Lets everyone around the world see your love for me
You always give me your best love, unconditionally because you could
I return to you all of my love, like you know I always would
It does not matter what others think, our love beats theirs by far
What really counts to you and me, our love glows like a star
Thank You for giving and being with me, you are my beautiful life
Without you here to live with me, my life would be my strife
You are truly the most wonderful woman, that I have to forever love
I wrote this poem just for you, to thank dear God above
No one could ever take our precious memories; I will forever claim
On my mind and deep in my heart, is you and your beautiful name
One last beautiful thought for your soul, heart, and your mind
You will always have a man that loves you, until the end of mankind!
4
I saw her beauty clearly,
She was a goddess.
She turned and smiled,
It was a ray of sunshine on a darkened day.
I heard her voice,
It was the voice of an angel.
It was like she stood out from everyone else,
Like a diamond in a coal pile.
Or a seventeenth cetury gold coin,
So precious and valuable.
She is like a sapphire,
Beautiful and extremly rare.
I ask myself where such an irresistible person could have came from,
Then I say only in my DREAMS.
With the grace and beauty of a goddess,
She captured my heart for all eternity
5
Pleasant winds, whistle blows;
The sun before me, there it glows.
This woman beside me by my hand
Like the night, I conquer the land.
I feel the peaceful Spring while I rest
Like a bird sleeping in a nest.
I smell the flowers in the air
As I smile upon the stars that Heaven shares.
She has a heart of pure fire.
I must admit, I most admire.
Chirping birds as the sun is drawn;
I see before me, it is dawn.
The dawn behind the splendid hill,
So far, yet so very near...
It's not a sight which I fear
Not with this vision by my side.
Faith and Truth!
We can't deny.
It cannot hide...
Within this aura, I am free
Gallant as a deity
I fly towards you as a dove
With this eternal sense of love.
6
I have always had a fantasy,
it involves a waterfall
as far as the eye can see.
And a woman,
a beautiful woman,
who loves me with her lips,
and makes love with her hips.
The love we could make,
would be filled with passion and mist,
I am not like any other,
for she will remember she was kissed.
As the water would shoot down from the top,
the dream would never end,
the dream would never stop.
I'd touch every inch of her body
with all of the love that I held,
as I'd love her even harder,
she'd say, "I love you," as she yelled.
As she'd say, "I love you",
with water dripping down like rain,
I realize we would be, in essence,
in the same dimension,
and our love would never change.
7
Suspended in the oceans of time. Together we will be.
Passed the world and all which we can see. Without you here
is no future. Time no longer moves. Days I'm with you fly by in joy.
Days we are apart my heart feels destroyed. I cannot say we will
be together forever, but to break your heart I will do never.
I want to cry out loud how you make me proud, time without you
lies in silence. Darkness crowds my burning eyes. As the water flows
in the ocean that holds time our memories will be stored. Much filled
but space for more. Each step I take you run through my mind,
your love is not hard to find. Each time I blink I can't help but
think, our thoughts together in one link. I thank God each night
for everthing is just right. To have found you makes my life worth
living. To have our time together held in this Ocean of love makes
each day a great experience. I could never thank you enough but
I will try, by telling you now I will love you till I die.
8
The ending night craves to see the light of the moon
It craves to see the moonlit love soon
Their rendezvous is based on roll of the die
but until its coming, the night must wait and sigh
The ending night craves to match the glorious day
'Tis said they were one, but now the truth is nay
The day burned the night with its harsh rays
That is why the night has it's solemn ways
The ending night craves to return to it's former beauty
and be able to perform it's other duties
Before, the night brought tranquility and shall do so anon
all of this happens when the night turns to dawn
The ending night craves to have others wander during it's reign
but their ignorance leads them to believe that the night is full of bane
so the night suffers in it's own darkness
Only one offers to save it from the abyss
The ending night craves to see the Nightingale yet again
Her song allowing the heart of the night to mend
She listens and soothes the night's torment
To revive the night to day she is hell bent
The ending night craves to remember the joy the day brought
but all it remembers is how it lost the battle fought
That is why no stars twinkle in it's wake
and why the night knows not which path to take
The ending night craves to regain everything lost
It would do anything, no matter the cost
but the night rejoices for the gift of the nightingale
Without her, it's will to carry on would simply fail
The ending night craves to be understood
but no one cares to see the details under the hood
Yet understanding brings insight
and insight brings the return of the light
The ending night craves to be craved
the reward for overcoming the perils braved
The night deserves joy now, does it not?
Especially with the hardships his lessons wrought
The ending night craves to trust again
and relight the flame that is now dim
Or, perhaps the night needs to wake from its dreams
and realize everything is not what it seems
But, until the waning night turns to waxing day
the night will patiently sit and wait
9
Sweet of breath and flushed with passion
she steals past the eyes and is my heart's assassin.
She ruffles the soul like a warm summer wind
and leaves me to ponder the depth of our sin.
To embrace her as one- is my life's endeavor
but fail though I will... and love her forever.
Another time, another place.
Our spirits entwined
in an eternal embrace.
Our corporeal flesh
shed time and again.
Yet, our ethereal souls
knowing no end.
Like a Phoenix we rise
from aeons past ash,
Our spirits unsure
of our newly forged paths.
One thing's for certain,
This one thing I know,
Our love springs eternal
Throughout Time's ebb and flow.
2
Your glowing face
Lights up my days
With tender love
Your soothing voice
Is a song only an
Angel could sing
Your sweet-tasting lips
Are sugar drops
To my heart
Your natural perfume
Is a healing vapor
To my soul
Feeling your body
Next to mine
Is indescribable
3
Where do I begin to describe a love that is so sincerely pure?
The lasting beautiful memories, that both our hearts forever endure
The meaningful lasting feelings, that two in love could ever share
Bonding forever together as one, with tender, loving, respectful care
I have received God's most precious blessing, your love is in my heart
Our fate at our birth planned together, destined from the start
As we journey through our life together, our love is in full bloom
You make the sun shine down on me, never any gloom
Our special song of togetherness, I dedicate it to you
You sing it to me every day; your love is shining through
Writing love poems back and fourth, every day and every night
Touching our hearts with words of love, our love is glowing bright
The look of love that to me you give, burns my heart intently
Lets everyone around the world see your love for me
You always give me your best love, unconditionally because you could
I return to you all of my love, like you know I always would
It does not matter what others think, our love beats theirs by far
What really counts to you and me, our love glows like a star
Thank You for giving and being with me, you are my beautiful life
Without you here to live with me, my life would be my strife
You are truly the most wonderful woman, that I have to forever love
I wrote this poem just for you, to thank dear God above
No one could ever take our precious memories; I will forever claim
On my mind and deep in my heart, is you and your beautiful name
One last beautiful thought for your soul, heart, and your mind
You will always have a man that loves you, until the end of mankind!
4
I saw her beauty clearly,
She was a goddess.
She turned and smiled,
It was a ray of sunshine on a darkened day.
I heard her voice,
It was the voice of an angel.
It was like she stood out from everyone else,
Like a diamond in a coal pile.
Or a seventeenth cetury gold coin,
So precious and valuable.
She is like a sapphire,
Beautiful and extremly rare.
I ask myself where such an irresistible person could have came from,
Then I say only in my DREAMS.
With the grace and beauty of a goddess,
She captured my heart for all eternity
5
Pleasant winds, whistle blows;
The sun before me, there it glows.
This woman beside me by my hand
Like the night, I conquer the land.
I feel the peaceful Spring while I rest
Like a bird sleeping in a nest.
I smell the flowers in the air
As I smile upon the stars that Heaven shares.
She has a heart of pure fire.
I must admit, I most admire.
Chirping birds as the sun is drawn;
I see before me, it is dawn.
The dawn behind the splendid hill,
So far, yet so very near...
It's not a sight which I fear
Not with this vision by my side.
Faith and Truth!
We can't deny.
It cannot hide...
Within this aura, I am free
Gallant as a deity
I fly towards you as a dove
With this eternal sense of love.
6
I have always had a fantasy,
it involves a waterfall
as far as the eye can see.
And a woman,
a beautiful woman,
who loves me with her lips,
and makes love with her hips.
The love we could make,
would be filled with passion and mist,
I am not like any other,
for she will remember she was kissed.
As the water would shoot down from the top,
the dream would never end,
the dream would never stop.
I'd touch every inch of her body
with all of the love that I held,
as I'd love her even harder,
she'd say, "I love you," as she yelled.
As she'd say, "I love you",
with water dripping down like rain,
I realize we would be, in essence,
in the same dimension,
and our love would never change.
7
Suspended in the oceans of time. Together we will be.
Passed the world and all which we can see. Without you here
is no future. Time no longer moves. Days I'm with you fly by in joy.
Days we are apart my heart feels destroyed. I cannot say we will
be together forever, but to break your heart I will do never.
I want to cry out loud how you make me proud, time without you
lies in silence. Darkness crowds my burning eyes. As the water flows
in the ocean that holds time our memories will be stored. Much filled
but space for more. Each step I take you run through my mind,
your love is not hard to find. Each time I blink I can't help but
think, our thoughts together in one link. I thank God each night
for everthing is just right. To have found you makes my life worth
living. To have our time together held in this Ocean of love makes
each day a great experience. I could never thank you enough but
I will try, by telling you now I will love you till I die.
8
The ending night craves to see the light of the moon
It craves to see the moonlit love soon
Their rendezvous is based on roll of the die
but until its coming, the night must wait and sigh
The ending night craves to match the glorious day
'Tis said they were one, but now the truth is nay
The day burned the night with its harsh rays
That is why the night has it's solemn ways
The ending night craves to return to it's former beauty
and be able to perform it's other duties
Before, the night brought tranquility and shall do so anon
all of this happens when the night turns to dawn
The ending night craves to have others wander during it's reign
but their ignorance leads them to believe that the night is full of bane
so the night suffers in it's own darkness
Only one offers to save it from the abyss
The ending night craves to see the Nightingale yet again
Her song allowing the heart of the night to mend
She listens and soothes the night's torment
To revive the night to day she is hell bent
The ending night craves to remember the joy the day brought
but all it remembers is how it lost the battle fought
That is why no stars twinkle in it's wake
and why the night knows not which path to take
The ending night craves to regain everything lost
It would do anything, no matter the cost
but the night rejoices for the gift of the nightingale
Without her, it's will to carry on would simply fail
The ending night craves to be understood
but no one cares to see the details under the hood
Yet understanding brings insight
and insight brings the return of the light
The ending night craves to be craved
the reward for overcoming the perils braved
The night deserves joy now, does it not?
Especially with the hardships his lessons wrought
The ending night craves to trust again
and relight the flame that is now dim
Or, perhaps the night needs to wake from its dreams
and realize everything is not what it seems
But, until the waning night turns to waxing day
the night will patiently sit and wait
9
Sweet of breath and flushed with passion
she steals past the eyes and is my heart's assassin.
She ruffles the soul like a warm summer wind
and leaves me to ponder the depth of our sin.
To embrace her as one- is my life's endeavor
but fail though I will... and love her forever.
JOURNAL: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES...OF LOST IN SPACE
I don't know if combining Forbidden Planet with Seinfeld and Gilligan's Island is exactly on target, but there are elements of all three. I was in second grade when this show premiered, and I never missed an episode. The stories were always interesting to me, and even at age eight the character of Dr. Smith absolutely captured my imagination. There are aspects of this fellow that are so very interesting - here is a guy with a great deal of education who never seems to have learned anything from the mythology he is always reciting to everyone, as in "All That Glitters", my all-time favorite episode. He didn't remember the tragedy of King Midas when he was making his wish? His greed and his cowardice override any mental advantage he may have. He is truly the George Costanza of space exploration - whenever he stumbles upon a piece of good fortune he has to milk it for all it's worth until the whole situation turns on him. Then there are the children - Will and Penny. No matter what Dr. Smith does they still like the guy, and he does a lot. He bargains with aliens to take Will's brain for their experiments instead of his, and in another episode turns Penny into platinum, although he does feel remorse about the latter deed. In fact, the children are Smith's only friends. He is merely tolerated by the adults, and for good reason.
There is the "innocence and chastity beyond reason" element that was part of Gilligan's Island and is part of this show too. Despite the only natural and healthy attraction between Major Donald West and Judy Robinson, we are to believe that nothing really happens between the two for years on end. Also like Gilligan's Island, although the group's first priority starts off as finding a way to return to earth, eventually they settle into a kind of domestic tranquility and seem to make peace with their situation of being "lost in space".
Of course, rewatching this series over forty years later, it is not quite as great as I remembered it, but it is still great fun and Smith is still a fascinating character. It's also interesting to see what people in the 1960's thought earthly civilization would be like in 1997. It's humorous yet somewhat tragic to see the optimistic viewpoint people had of the future in the 1960's pertaining to human nature. What the series' creators couldn't foresee is that today people are much more like Zachary Smith than the Robinson family - at least the people in charge of things are.
The show makes you feel you are apart of the action. You get sad when the show gets sad, you feel happy when Robinson's are happy. You feel angry at Doctor Smith when he is up to his old tricks. The show has empathy for other forms of life they come across. It allows you to see things from their point of view and not just humans! This show is pure fantasy. It's pure imagination. That's why you shouldn't care if it's camp or not! The show, although was serious in the first few episodes, Irwin Allen obviously wanted to have fun and make people enjoy the adventure
I can still remember the horror and fascination of space in the mid-1970s, which at the time was completely new terrain. Giant blobs, tentacled creatures, plastic ray guns, laser beams - it didn't matter what tricks the producers employed, it was all NEW STUFF as far as I was concerned. Of course, if you compare the props, effects and plots with today's sci-fi, you'd probably burst out laughing and scoff at how primitive it was back then. When you were 5 years old and you sat in your parents' living room, hunched over a black-and-white TV set, scared out of your wits, yet thrilled to bits at the harrowing adventures of the Robinsons. You buy it because maybe even at that young age, you had a crush on Penny Robinson (Angela Cartwright) and you want to try and grasp that feeling again, which at the time was also NEW STUFF to you. So this is first and foremost a trip down memory lane and it won't appeal to anyone who never watched the show as a kid.
POETRY: WITH ETERNITY
They are the basis of my being,
This soul rested within theirs.
While fears of their doom,
Become victims to faith.
For they and I are one,
With eternity
2
Eyes lit upon the warmth of love as you hold me close in your arms
Eyes staring into each others soul, love waiting to explode.
Music melody softly playing as we kiss the night away.
Eyes searching for love so true, memories flashing with every thought of you.
Eyes beholding such a mystery wanting this to last forever and not be history.
Eyes tell the soul it's you and only wants to be loved by you.
The look of love is in your eyes as you hold me close to you.
Body language speaks its mind as we make gestures with our eyes.
Laughter, joy fills the soul, regal, elegant to behold.
Look of love is in your eyes like the ocean surf with heavy tides.
Look of love is in your eyes mellowing out intoxicating pleasures.
If eyes could express the meaning of love,
They would speak a heavenly language sent from heaven above.
3
Every moment, since our first
Danced lovingly through my mind
Every smile, every laugh, every tear.
How lucky I am to have had those times,
Luckier still, to have more.
Tomorrow is a day I always look towards,
Tomorrow is another day with her.
Her thoughts of me find my heart,
Her thoughts are kind and pure.
Her thoughts, to me, I return in kind.
As I think of her once more.
The curve of her cheek as she looks past my gaze
Leads my heart to her lovely face.
This moment, like so many, catches me drifting,
Luck is mine once more.
Every moment, since our first
Has been lovelier than the last,
Every smile, every laugh, every giggle, every Her...
As I simply sit here next to her,
These thoughts keep filling my mind;
As I simply sit here next to her,
I smile, and smile, and smile.
4
When left alone with your own shadow,
There are times when u forget to hide
Waters surfacing beneath your eyes,
And the warm drops fall upon the ground.
The mists of the past enfold you in their embrace
And refuse to let you go, to set you free,
For what still binds you for the dream of yesterday
Is the memory of that look in her eyes -
For when you gazed across the black of night,
You found the light you had been searching for
All your life (and perhaps even before)
In the shimmering twinkle in her eyes.
You stepped out of the darkness, and walked hand in hand,
Leaving footprints by the shore buried in the sand.
Your peals of laughter and tears of sadness
Mixed with the music of the crashing waves.
And you thought this joy would last forever,
But happiness was not all you thought it would be.
Your soul looked for something you could not find,
From the gentle chains, you yearned to be free.
So you drifted away, and she let you go,
With the last ray of the sleepy sun?s fading light.
The shaft of light shined upon her silver tears
As she slowly disappeared from your sight.
In the middle of an empty, endless black sea
You drifted away like a lost island.
Clouds of illusions and false hopes blinded you
You had no one to turn to, or reach out for your hand.
You looked back, but she was nowhere in sight,
You closed your eyes and tried to shut away the night.
Try as you might, you can?t bring back yesterday,
Can?t wish for daylight in the thickening gray.
One night, you wake up to see her eyes again -
Two brilliant torches in the dark night sky.
And you realize, she has always been there
Her bright eyes have never really said goodbye.
You look up and you know, as they cast a bright glow
That her eyes of light will always be there
To show you the way, to tell you that the day
And all happy memories will last forever.
This soul rested within theirs.
While fears of their doom,
Become victims to faith.
For they and I are one,
With eternity
2
Eyes lit upon the warmth of love as you hold me close in your arms
Eyes staring into each others soul, love waiting to explode.
Music melody softly playing as we kiss the night away.
Eyes searching for love so true, memories flashing with every thought of you.
Eyes beholding such a mystery wanting this to last forever and not be history.
Eyes tell the soul it's you and only wants to be loved by you.
The look of love is in your eyes as you hold me close to you.
Body language speaks its mind as we make gestures with our eyes.
Laughter, joy fills the soul, regal, elegant to behold.
Look of love is in your eyes like the ocean surf with heavy tides.
Look of love is in your eyes mellowing out intoxicating pleasures.
If eyes could express the meaning of love,
They would speak a heavenly language sent from heaven above.
3
Every moment, since our first
Danced lovingly through my mind
Every smile, every laugh, every tear.
How lucky I am to have had those times,
Luckier still, to have more.
Tomorrow is a day I always look towards,
Tomorrow is another day with her.
Her thoughts of me find my heart,
Her thoughts are kind and pure.
Her thoughts, to me, I return in kind.
As I think of her once more.
The curve of her cheek as she looks past my gaze
Leads my heart to her lovely face.
This moment, like so many, catches me drifting,
Luck is mine once more.
Every moment, since our first
Has been lovelier than the last,
Every smile, every laugh, every giggle, every Her...
As I simply sit here next to her,
These thoughts keep filling my mind;
As I simply sit here next to her,
I smile, and smile, and smile.
4
When left alone with your own shadow,
There are times when u forget to hide
Waters surfacing beneath your eyes,
And the warm drops fall upon the ground.
The mists of the past enfold you in their embrace
And refuse to let you go, to set you free,
For what still binds you for the dream of yesterday
Is the memory of that look in her eyes -
For when you gazed across the black of night,
You found the light you had been searching for
All your life (and perhaps even before)
In the shimmering twinkle in her eyes.
You stepped out of the darkness, and walked hand in hand,
Leaving footprints by the shore buried in the sand.
Your peals of laughter and tears of sadness
Mixed with the music of the crashing waves.
And you thought this joy would last forever,
But happiness was not all you thought it would be.
Your soul looked for something you could not find,
From the gentle chains, you yearned to be free.
So you drifted away, and she let you go,
With the last ray of the sleepy sun?s fading light.
The shaft of light shined upon her silver tears
As she slowly disappeared from your sight.
In the middle of an empty, endless black sea
You drifted away like a lost island.
Clouds of illusions and false hopes blinded you
You had no one to turn to, or reach out for your hand.
You looked back, but she was nowhere in sight,
You closed your eyes and tried to shut away the night.
Try as you might, you can?t bring back yesterday,
Can?t wish for daylight in the thickening gray.
One night, you wake up to see her eyes again -
Two brilliant torches in the dark night sky.
And you realize, she has always been there
Her bright eyes have never really said goodbye.
You look up and you know, as they cast a bright glow
That her eyes of light will always be there
To show you the way, to tell you that the day
And all happy memories will last forever.
POETRY: YOUR EYES
Your eyes,
Deep and mysterious.
Your lips,
So soft I could kiss them forever.
Your face,
Wonderful and expressive.
Your soul,
The most beautiful I've ever come
upon.
Your heart,
The biggest and most caring in the
world.
For so many reasons I can't even begin to descibe,
I love you and only you.
PART II
Beautiful eyes of sparkling blue
Like the sea on a breezy afternoon
Your voice is peaceful
And calm like the setting sun
Lips as gorgeous as the red, red rose
So pretty and so fair
Your skin so soft and milky white,
Like the clouds in the sky
Wonderful is the way that you love me...
I am in great debt to you
Sweet is the way I describe you,
While no other word could ever do
So talented in many ways,
So precious in every form...
I'm so glad that you're mine so I'll ask one more time,
Will you marry me?
PART III
Lady, you fascinate me with all your illustrious beauty.
I recognize all your splendor when I first noticed your
smile that entered into my heart.
Such good times when I'm near you;
you captured my adoring eyes anxious to
experience your love.
I blow you kisses anticipating the taste of your lips.
Ahh, how I admire you and your feminine grace and the
warmth I noticed in your cheeks, blushing with romance
and love's fire.
You release my heart from pain and
let me love you... my lady.
I dream of you night and day, vivid pictures of you in
my mind that filters into my spirit.
I'm enchanted by the loveliness of your face
and you fascinate my soul.
I long to be held in your arms.
Keep silent, my love, and let me just look at you and
swoon in your moon-glow eyes.
You are the deliverance of my life;
all the expressions of your lips
lift me to glorious skies.
Give me for the rest of my life your sweetness so ravish-
ing as melodies of cooing doves,
and I love to be loved by you
as My Valentine forever and more...
PART IV
Let my words bring enchantment to your heart
And bring forth magic from the dark
Words I place adrift in the wind
Do with moonbeams blend
Upon your heart descend
Incense and candles burn within
The words I cast upon the breeze
Let love?s potency begin
Its luring flight
Upon the edge of night
Your heart you cannot defend
Against my magic blend
Of shadows and moonbeams bent
Of love?s peppermint scent
From within your sleep
Into my arms you leap
Within your dream you speak my name
If only your racing heart to tame
And to quench our kisses flame
Hot the night becomes
For one that enchantment overcomes
But the spell will soon be broken
Once you have from sleep awoken
You notice on the sun?s first rays
The scent of peppermint stays
And remember
Deep and mysterious.
Your lips,
So soft I could kiss them forever.
Your face,
Wonderful and expressive.
Your soul,
The most beautiful I've ever come
upon.
Your heart,
The biggest and most caring in the
world.
For so many reasons I can't even begin to descibe,
I love you and only you.
PART II
Beautiful eyes of sparkling blue
Like the sea on a breezy afternoon
Your voice is peaceful
And calm like the setting sun
Lips as gorgeous as the red, red rose
So pretty and so fair
Your skin so soft and milky white,
Like the clouds in the sky
Wonderful is the way that you love me...
I am in great debt to you
Sweet is the way I describe you,
While no other word could ever do
So talented in many ways,
So precious in every form...
I'm so glad that you're mine so I'll ask one more time,
Will you marry me?
PART III
Lady, you fascinate me with all your illustrious beauty.
I recognize all your splendor when I first noticed your
smile that entered into my heart.
Such good times when I'm near you;
you captured my adoring eyes anxious to
experience your love.
I blow you kisses anticipating the taste of your lips.
Ahh, how I admire you and your feminine grace and the
warmth I noticed in your cheeks, blushing with romance
and love's fire.
You release my heart from pain and
let me love you... my lady.
I dream of you night and day, vivid pictures of you in
my mind that filters into my spirit.
I'm enchanted by the loveliness of your face
and you fascinate my soul.
I long to be held in your arms.
Keep silent, my love, and let me just look at you and
swoon in your moon-glow eyes.
You are the deliverance of my life;
all the expressions of your lips
lift me to glorious skies.
Give me for the rest of my life your sweetness so ravish-
ing as melodies of cooing doves,
and I love to be loved by you
as My Valentine forever and more...
PART IV
Let my words bring enchantment to your heart
And bring forth magic from the dark
Words I place adrift in the wind
Do with moonbeams blend
Upon your heart descend
Incense and candles burn within
The words I cast upon the breeze
Let love?s potency begin
Its luring flight
Upon the edge of night
Your heart you cannot defend
Against my magic blend
Of shadows and moonbeams bent
Of love?s peppermint scent
From within your sleep
Into my arms you leap
Within your dream you speak my name
If only your racing heart to tame
And to quench our kisses flame
Hot the night becomes
For one that enchantment overcomes
But the spell will soon be broken
Once you have from sleep awoken
You notice on the sun?s first rays
The scent of peppermint stays
And remember
POETRY: WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES
Come my Love, let's wander this Garden of Love.
Be in amazement of its beauty, space and the heavens above.
Stand near the fountain, listen to the soft music it provides,
take in the aroma and beauty, that in all of nature abides.
Listen to the sounds of the bees as they buzz merrily at work,
hear the crickets and the songs of the birds as they chirp.
Feel the soft air, the warmth on your face,
let your spirit soar in this restful place.
Relax, and let your mind be at ease,
for this garden is here to appease.
And when your soul and spirit have quieted and calmed,
rest assured there is nothing that will raise an alarm.
For here in My Garden of Love, not only nature is at rest,
but your heart and soul find comfort in my arms' carress.
Your mind can soar and find heights unknown to man,
and all you need do, is to place your love in my hand.
For as I care for My Garden, your love I also nourish,
so that we both can mature and blossom and flourish.
Entwined in love's pleasure, erotic passion and heat,
where your desires await like a welcomed retreat.
Lost in this Garden, unaware of time and place,
we find refuge, in love and devotion and our souls peace.
Come with me my love, view My Garden, smell the aroma of love
it will fill your senses, your spirit will lift
to heavens above.
You will not forget this place, or the peace
you cherish so dear,
for I will continue by your side as long as you wish me near.
Let us lay in the grass, wade the brooks,
taste of the fruit so ripe,
Let's play and wander thru My Garden for days and nights.
You will not want to leave, but to tend this Garden with care,
a liftime you will stay, you will not care.
Come, My Garden awaits, all you need do is open
your heart's gate.
PART II
When I look into your eyes,
I can see beyond the beauty of the stars in the skies.
When I look into your eyes,
It makes me stop and realize
That without you in my life
I would have so much pain and strife.
Without you in my life,
It would be as if my heart were cut with a knife.
Without you in my life, my love, I would not be whole.
Before you and I found each other, I always played the fool.
It seemed as if I were like a sheep, over my eyes I had wool.
It seemed as if I were in a pit-less hole.
But now that you and I have found each other,
We are what makes each other whole.
In my life, to love you is my goal.
The wool over my eyes, away you have taken.
Your heart is something I will not ever be breaking.
From the pit-less hole, it is I you have risen,
Because when I look into your eyes
My heart seems to stop, and seems to be frozen.
You open my eyes and make me see so much more clearly..
It is you, my love, that I love, oh, so dearly.
When I look into your eyes,
It takes away all my pain and fears.
When I look into your eyes,
It takes away all my sadness and tears,
With all my wasted years.
For you I will take any leap,
Because when I look into your eyes,
You make me so happy, I begin to weep.
You and I hold the key to our heart,
And it is ours forever and always to keep.
From a sleep
That was oh, so deep,
It is I, my love, you have woken.
Our love in our heart has spoken.
This curse, my love, you and I have broken.
PART III
Soft golden light
moments before dawn
magical... shimmering
I watch you sleep.
Light plays on your face
dancing into shadows
gently coaxing you to wake
butterfly lashes, flutter
beautiful blue, comes to focus.
Smiling lips, reaching arms
searching hands
warm love; laced hugs
sighs and snuggles.
A kiss...
Quiet whispered, "I love you"
slow burning passion
a time to enjoy love
peaceful... warm...
dawns shadows...
and loves blinding light!
Be in amazement of its beauty, space and the heavens above.
Stand near the fountain, listen to the soft music it provides,
take in the aroma and beauty, that in all of nature abides.
Listen to the sounds of the bees as they buzz merrily at work,
hear the crickets and the songs of the birds as they chirp.
Feel the soft air, the warmth on your face,
let your spirit soar in this restful place.
Relax, and let your mind be at ease,
for this garden is here to appease.
And when your soul and spirit have quieted and calmed,
rest assured there is nothing that will raise an alarm.
For here in My Garden of Love, not only nature is at rest,
but your heart and soul find comfort in my arms' carress.
Your mind can soar and find heights unknown to man,
and all you need do, is to place your love in my hand.
For as I care for My Garden, your love I also nourish,
so that we both can mature and blossom and flourish.
Entwined in love's pleasure, erotic passion and heat,
where your desires await like a welcomed retreat.
Lost in this Garden, unaware of time and place,
we find refuge, in love and devotion and our souls peace.
Come with me my love, view My Garden, smell the aroma of love
it will fill your senses, your spirit will lift
to heavens above.
You will not forget this place, or the peace
you cherish so dear,
for I will continue by your side as long as you wish me near.
Let us lay in the grass, wade the brooks,
taste of the fruit so ripe,
Let's play and wander thru My Garden for days and nights.
You will not want to leave, but to tend this Garden with care,
a liftime you will stay, you will not care.
Come, My Garden awaits, all you need do is open
your heart's gate.
PART II
When I look into your eyes,
I can see beyond the beauty of the stars in the skies.
When I look into your eyes,
It makes me stop and realize
That without you in my life
I would have so much pain and strife.
Without you in my life,
It would be as if my heart were cut with a knife.
Without you in my life, my love, I would not be whole.
Before you and I found each other, I always played the fool.
It seemed as if I were like a sheep, over my eyes I had wool.
It seemed as if I were in a pit-less hole.
But now that you and I have found each other,
We are what makes each other whole.
In my life, to love you is my goal.
The wool over my eyes, away you have taken.
Your heart is something I will not ever be breaking.
From the pit-less hole, it is I you have risen,
Because when I look into your eyes
My heart seems to stop, and seems to be frozen.
You open my eyes and make me see so much more clearly..
It is you, my love, that I love, oh, so dearly.
When I look into your eyes,
It takes away all my pain and fears.
When I look into your eyes,
It takes away all my sadness and tears,
With all my wasted years.
For you I will take any leap,
Because when I look into your eyes,
You make me so happy, I begin to weep.
You and I hold the key to our heart,
And it is ours forever and always to keep.
From a sleep
That was oh, so deep,
It is I, my love, you have woken.
Our love in our heart has spoken.
This curse, my love, you and I have broken.
PART III
Soft golden light
moments before dawn
magical... shimmering
I watch you sleep.
Light plays on your face
dancing into shadows
gently coaxing you to wake
butterfly lashes, flutter
beautiful blue, comes to focus.
Smiling lips, reaching arms
searching hands
warm love; laced hugs
sighs and snuggles.
A kiss...
Quiet whispered, "I love you"
slow burning passion
a time to enjoy love
peaceful... warm...
dawns shadows...
and loves blinding light!
POETRY: WATCHING YOU SLEEP
As I sit here watching you sleep
watching you breath freely, smoothly
watching your chest rise and fall from your careless breathing
all your worrys are faded away
all dreams are coming true in the land of the everlasting
as I sit here watching you sleep
I know you are safe
I know there is nothing to worry
I know you are my love
PART II
My Love, your enchanting beauty and tender spirit, entrance me.
The sunlight exposes all that is beautiful in the World,
Though vivid and tender images of you are all I can see.
When I look into your lustrous face, my darling,
I see the face of a radiant angel.
You?re reminiscent of all that is bright and lovely in the world.
I need not see the other splendors of the world surrounding me.
The beauty of your luminous face is like a brilliant sunrise,
It is forever burned into my eyes,
Into my mind and has warmed my heart.
You have shown me a beauty like no other I have ever seen.
A kind of beauty one could find only in a dream or perhaps in heaven.
You're my dream come true and my Heaven on Earth.
Thoughts of you invade the sunlight of my day.
PART III
We spend our whole life
from beginning to end
searching for what we
know not...
Something we know we lack
yet can't quite grasp, just beyond reach,
tantalizing us with whispers
of joy realized...
In our life of struggle
we find detours to what
we think might lead us
to this perfect place...
Stopping only to realize
it was but a shadow
of what we seek.
The search continues...
Some stop the search
and never continue,
as fear of being alone has forced
the burden of loving...
Seeing with eyes, but not looking
deep within the heart
For to look deep is to know...
The heart holds
but a drop of emotion
in what should be
an endless sea of love...
At some point we grasp
the fundamentals of this perfect life
yet to be realized and know we need
what we lack in ourselves...
We need our kindred spirit
the one we lost before the search began,
and only now do we have a clue
as to what we need...
It was only now that we are evolved
and understand enough to find out
what makes us able to have the key
to unlock what was always ours...
But beyond reach, once we found
our own perfect key in another,
and became as one to unlock the door
of fear and resignation...
Move beyond into hope
and endless possibilities
for those that dare to follow their hearts
Nirvana awaits...
PART IV
Is it the way the morning dew
kisses velvety rose petals?
Is it the way the wind
wispers to the leaves of a tree?
Is it the way the moonlight
gently caresses the water?
Is it quite simply
the way you look at me?
watching you breath freely, smoothly
watching your chest rise and fall from your careless breathing
all your worrys are faded away
all dreams are coming true in the land of the everlasting
as I sit here watching you sleep
I know you are safe
I know there is nothing to worry
I know you are my love
PART II
My Love, your enchanting beauty and tender spirit, entrance me.
The sunlight exposes all that is beautiful in the World,
Though vivid and tender images of you are all I can see.
When I look into your lustrous face, my darling,
I see the face of a radiant angel.
You?re reminiscent of all that is bright and lovely in the world.
I need not see the other splendors of the world surrounding me.
The beauty of your luminous face is like a brilliant sunrise,
It is forever burned into my eyes,
Into my mind and has warmed my heart.
You have shown me a beauty like no other I have ever seen.
A kind of beauty one could find only in a dream or perhaps in heaven.
You're my dream come true and my Heaven on Earth.
Thoughts of you invade the sunlight of my day.
PART III
We spend our whole life
from beginning to end
searching for what we
know not...
Something we know we lack
yet can't quite grasp, just beyond reach,
tantalizing us with whispers
of joy realized...
In our life of struggle
we find detours to what
we think might lead us
to this perfect place...
Stopping only to realize
it was but a shadow
of what we seek.
The search continues...
Some stop the search
and never continue,
as fear of being alone has forced
the burden of loving...
Seeing with eyes, but not looking
deep within the heart
For to look deep is to know...
The heart holds
but a drop of emotion
in what should be
an endless sea of love...
At some point we grasp
the fundamentals of this perfect life
yet to be realized and know we need
what we lack in ourselves...
We need our kindred spirit
the one we lost before the search began,
and only now do we have a clue
as to what we need...
It was only now that we are evolved
and understand enough to find out
what makes us able to have the key
to unlock what was always ours...
But beyond reach, once we found
our own perfect key in another,
and became as one to unlock the door
of fear and resignation...
Move beyond into hope
and endless possibilities
for those that dare to follow their hearts
Nirvana awaits...
PART IV
Is it the way the morning dew
kisses velvety rose petals?
Is it the way the wind
wispers to the leaves of a tree?
Is it the way the moonlight
gently caresses the water?
Is it quite simply
the way you look at me?
JOURNAL...SOMETIMES I WANT TO BE
What I want from the big city is to be a stranger. I want to walk outside every morning and be anonymous. I don’t want people to know me. Anywhere. It’s not because I don’t like them. It’s because I do like them. I’m too sensitive, too empathetic to be smiled at by people passing by in their cars. I get emotionally attached to people that give a polite nod or say hello when I’m waiting to cross the street with them; I concoct their life stories in my mind and internalize them
It’s this separation from others’ souls that makes the everyday bearable by leaving me unburdened, free of the emotional baggage, real or imaginary (most often both), of others that I choose to carry. This is why I long for the big city. I want to look at strangers all day long, and I want them to remain strangers until I choose otherwise. I don’t want to know who they are. Not because I don’t care about them, but because I do. Because when they tell me their name and where they’re from, I’ll want to know more, know everything. But that won’t happen; all that will remain of them in my head is an abbreviated biography and a blurry thumbnail photo, half-reality, half-constructed by my mind’s eye. And this is disappointing.
It’s this separation from others’ souls that makes the everyday bearable by leaving me unburdened, free of the emotional baggage, real or imaginary (most often both), of others that I choose to carry. This is why I long for the big city. I want to look at strangers all day long, and I want them to remain strangers until I choose otherwise. I don’t want to know who they are. Not because I don’t care about them, but because I do. Because when they tell me their name and where they’re from, I’ll want to know more, know everything. But that won’t happen; all that will remain of them in my head is an abbreviated biography and a blurry thumbnail photo, half-reality, half-constructed by my mind’s eye. And this is disappointing.
POETRY: THE SOFT FLOWING BEAUTY
Your hair spilling over your back
looks like a forbidden waterfall,
so exquisite yet so powerful.
The soft flowing beauty
can shape hearts with its desire
and over many years
can smooth the rough surface of the rocks.
Silken is its touch
with a lash of fire at its tips.
Taking on the night with its radiance
The power held by your heart
can divert the sun to its wishes.
Your heart feeds my life,
and my life is for you.
At the bottom of the waterfall
is the misty whiteness of your pale skin.
The violet cascade from the power of your hair
causes your skin to shimmer and ripple,
drying only with the touch of my hand.
And the water flowing
from the freedom of your beauty
is the love i have
for you.
2
I can feel your wide-eyed wonder piercing right through me
I sense you?re asking yourself all the usual questions
But you?re really not ready or even willing to answer
In a world that has such little respect for dignity and trust
I already know that deep down inside you?ve come to a place
where you do what you must
You?ve come to believe in some men
It?s the actions of others you don?t trust
Yes, and even to survive in a world
were you often find yourself hiding from love
all you ever really asked for was to feel a little trust
Fancy words and pretty speeches are not worthy of your heart
And although many have tried, and only a few have even come close
in a true measure of things, I know that I?m closer than most
These are just a few things I ponder when I look into your eyes
3
What is it I see in you?
Is it you or just an image.
Take a picture of your soul and send it to me
and it would be... Sheer poetry.
I see depth in you
and mirrors in your eyes reflect poetry.
And your words form
that speak to my heart.
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
You speak to me with sheer poetry
And you make me feel like no one ever has.
You have me whether I know why or not.
Your Love is... Sheer Poetry.
4
And I kissed you in the
darkness of a daydream
Among the thick mists of
a foggy night's greeting
Not once, not twice, but
repeatedly
I kissed you in passion of
a meeting
A destiny across a
thousand dreams
Across eternity and back
And I kissed you in
the cold night air
Repeatedly
Our dreams consumed in
the grip of destiny
Lovers engulfed in
mindless pursuit of love
I kissed you for hours
in the coldness of night
Uncaring, needing and
loving you
A love beyond imagination
Of countless choruses of
angels
In a black misty night
Uncaring
And I kissed you as
never before
Meeting again this way
I kissed you with a
passion that grew
from a myriad memories
Of endless dreams of loving
Endlessly
5
Just as the moon shines in the night,
Exquisite your eyes gleam so bright;
Sunlight pours from your heart and warms your soul,
Soft to the touch, yet precious as gold;
In these words I explain my insight of you,
A feeling so right and a heart so true;
Clear as crystal, night melts to the sea;
All that's left is you standing with me...
6
My heart soars for you,
like a plane gliding
above the milky white clouds.
My mind races with thoughts of you and I,
like a horse running
with the speed of the winds.
My heart pounds when we touch,
like the sound of thunder
in the far distance.
My body trembles when you touch me,
like that of a small child
awed by what they see.
My soul opens up to you,
like a rose bud as its beauty unfolds
and bares its soft petals to the world.
My eyes sparkle when I gaze upon you,
like morning sunlight grazing upon a spider web
covered with droplets of dew.
My nose tingles when I breathe the scent of you,
like the fresh smell after a rainshower
in the forest.
7
Sometimes I condemn this pretentious world
That surrounds me...
Occupied with restrictions
Created by guardians
In efforts to guide their descendants
To a superior path,
But often this path proves to be ineffectual
Void of common sense and reason
Rather, exclusively devout to religion
Similar to the theology of the early Renaissance
Something which I minutely understand
And yet don't care to understand.
I choose to break loose of these absurdities
And voice my opinion
For my eternal love.
8
I hope this brings a smile to your face,
With the warm remembrance of my embrace.
I lie awake thinking of your touch,
I hope I am missed as much.
Soon I will hold your body close to mine,
And see what kind of ecstasy we can find.
looks like a forbidden waterfall,
so exquisite yet so powerful.
The soft flowing beauty
can shape hearts with its desire
and over many years
can smooth the rough surface of the rocks.
Silken is its touch
with a lash of fire at its tips.
Taking on the night with its radiance
The power held by your heart
can divert the sun to its wishes.
Your heart feeds my life,
and my life is for you.
At the bottom of the waterfall
is the misty whiteness of your pale skin.
The violet cascade from the power of your hair
causes your skin to shimmer and ripple,
drying only with the touch of my hand.
And the water flowing
from the freedom of your beauty
is the love i have
for you.
2
I can feel your wide-eyed wonder piercing right through me
I sense you?re asking yourself all the usual questions
But you?re really not ready or even willing to answer
In a world that has such little respect for dignity and trust
I already know that deep down inside you?ve come to a place
where you do what you must
You?ve come to believe in some men
It?s the actions of others you don?t trust
Yes, and even to survive in a world
were you often find yourself hiding from love
all you ever really asked for was to feel a little trust
Fancy words and pretty speeches are not worthy of your heart
And although many have tried, and only a few have even come close
in a true measure of things, I know that I?m closer than most
These are just a few things I ponder when I look into your eyes
3
What is it I see in you?
Is it you or just an image.
Take a picture of your soul and send it to me
and it would be... Sheer poetry.
I see depth in you
and mirrors in your eyes reflect poetry.
And your words form
that speak to my heart.
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
You speak to me with sheer poetry
And you make me feel like no one ever has.
You have me whether I know why or not.
Your Love is... Sheer Poetry.
4
And I kissed you in the
darkness of a daydream
Among the thick mists of
a foggy night's greeting
Not once, not twice, but
repeatedly
I kissed you in passion of
a meeting
A destiny across a
thousand dreams
Across eternity and back
And I kissed you in
the cold night air
Repeatedly
Our dreams consumed in
the grip of destiny
Lovers engulfed in
mindless pursuit of love
I kissed you for hours
in the coldness of night
Uncaring, needing and
loving you
A love beyond imagination
Of countless choruses of
angels
In a black misty night
Uncaring
And I kissed you as
never before
Meeting again this way
I kissed you with a
passion that grew
from a myriad memories
Of endless dreams of loving
Endlessly
5
Just as the moon shines in the night,
Exquisite your eyes gleam so bright;
Sunlight pours from your heart and warms your soul,
Soft to the touch, yet precious as gold;
In these words I explain my insight of you,
A feeling so right and a heart so true;
Clear as crystal, night melts to the sea;
All that's left is you standing with me...
6
My heart soars for you,
like a plane gliding
above the milky white clouds.
My mind races with thoughts of you and I,
like a horse running
with the speed of the winds.
My heart pounds when we touch,
like the sound of thunder
in the far distance.
My body trembles when you touch me,
like that of a small child
awed by what they see.
My soul opens up to you,
like a rose bud as its beauty unfolds
and bares its soft petals to the world.
My eyes sparkle when I gaze upon you,
like morning sunlight grazing upon a spider web
covered with droplets of dew.
My nose tingles when I breathe the scent of you,
like the fresh smell after a rainshower
in the forest.
7
Sometimes I condemn this pretentious world
That surrounds me...
Occupied with restrictions
Created by guardians
In efforts to guide their descendants
To a superior path,
But often this path proves to be ineffectual
Void of common sense and reason
Rather, exclusively devout to religion
Similar to the theology of the early Renaissance
Something which I minutely understand
And yet don't care to understand.
I choose to break loose of these absurdities
And voice my opinion
For my eternal love.
8
I hope this brings a smile to your face,
With the warm remembrance of my embrace.
I lie awake thinking of your touch,
I hope I am missed as much.
Soon I will hold your body close to mine,
And see what kind of ecstasy we can find.
POETRY: OUR SOULS ARE CONNECTED
Your Essence surrounds me.
It flows through the wires.
Loving words greet me
And fuel my desires.
The sound of your voice,
The love in your words
Makes my heart rejoice
With love songs unheard.
Your Essence is with me
Day in and day out.
Our souls are connected
Of that there is no doubt
Who led us to meet?
What fate was the guide?
If it was a higher power,
My faith will abide.
Your Essence is welcomed
Into my life.
You've given me reason
To forget the strife
Of every day living
Of problems unsolved.
Now I live for giving
You all of my love.
It flows through the wires.
Loving words greet me
And fuel my desires.
The sound of your voice,
The love in your words
Makes my heart rejoice
With love songs unheard.
Your Essence is with me
Day in and day out.
Our souls are connected
Of that there is no doubt
Who led us to meet?
What fate was the guide?
If it was a higher power,
My faith will abide.
Your Essence is welcomed
Into my life.
You've given me reason
To forget the strife
Of every day living
Of problems unsolved.
Now I live for giving
You all of my love.
POETRY: TOUCHING
If I offer you this precious heart
Would you be willing to pay its price?
If I decide to give you my soul
Would you accept it with pride?
If I lay down my life before you
Would you keep it or let it slip...
If I tell you how I feel
Would you vow to make a change?
If I ask you to walk a mile...
Would you be bold to take a step?
If I beg you to lie for me
Would you pass this litmus test of love?
PART II
Her laughter quiets angel-song,
Her flashing eyes of sky,
Unto herself does she belong,
But to own her, men still try.
To know her is to know true despair,
With little hope of finding,
The way to her heart?s lost lair,
Or the key to its secret binding.
But search I must, however unwise,
For to cease would guarantee,
The loss of heaven?s greatest prize,
And the forfeiture of its destiny.
PART III
Love is a frivolous game
Of sweet kisses and
dangerous delights
Of heightened senses
and blissful thoughts
Love is such a play
Of tenderness and
passion
In the lives
of so many-
An elusive quest
Love is a tragedy, too
Of disregard for-
commonsense
Of reckless abandon
And lost reality
But love, in all
Is the game of life
Of fully living
The theme of
intimacy
Touching the fibers
of existence
Of pain and-
pleasure
For life
without love's
assurance is-
death
Would you be willing to pay its price?
If I decide to give you my soul
Would you accept it with pride?
If I lay down my life before you
Would you keep it or let it slip...
If I tell you how I feel
Would you vow to make a change?
If I ask you to walk a mile...
Would you be bold to take a step?
If I beg you to lie for me
Would you pass this litmus test of love?
PART II
Her laughter quiets angel-song,
Her flashing eyes of sky,
Unto herself does she belong,
But to own her, men still try.
To know her is to know true despair,
With little hope of finding,
The way to her heart?s lost lair,
Or the key to its secret binding.
But search I must, however unwise,
For to cease would guarantee,
The loss of heaven?s greatest prize,
And the forfeiture of its destiny.
PART III
Love is a frivolous game
Of sweet kisses and
dangerous delights
Of heightened senses
and blissful thoughts
Love is such a play
Of tenderness and
passion
In the lives
of so many-
An elusive quest
Love is a tragedy, too
Of disregard for-
commonsense
Of reckless abandon
And lost reality
But love, in all
Is the game of life
Of fully living
The theme of
intimacy
Touching the fibers
of existence
Of pain and-
pleasure
For life
without love's
assurance is-
death
JOURNAL: I WANT TO BE A DAD
I want a baby...I want to be a Dad.
Part of me is so scared of being totally responsible for another human being. What if the child turns out be a crack head or serial killer! What if I am not a good parent, what if I can’t afford everything the child needs, what if I work too much? how can I manage that with a new born? Can I really afford a child……what about daycare, isn’t that expensive?
Then I think, a baby would bring so much joy in your life. It would make a house a home. I could really leave my finger print on the life of child. My life would become much broader and my heart will experience a love like no other. These thoughts make me excited.
But then the negative thoughts come up. You are too busy for a baby, you barely have time to sleep now, you don’t make enough money for a baby.
I want to be a father....i do.
Part of me is so scared of being totally responsible for another human being. What if the child turns out be a crack head or serial killer! What if I am not a good parent, what if I can’t afford everything the child needs, what if I work too much? how can I manage that with a new born? Can I really afford a child……what about daycare, isn’t that expensive?
Then I think, a baby would bring so much joy in your life. It would make a house a home. I could really leave my finger print on the life of child. My life would become much broader and my heart will experience a love like no other. These thoughts make me excited.
But then the negative thoughts come up. You are too busy for a baby, you barely have time to sleep now, you don’t make enough money for a baby.
I want to be a father....i do.
STORY ABOUT KINDNESS
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. "I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone." - Author Unknown
POETRY: WITH A LOOK SHE CAPTURES ME
As I am lying here
in the quiet of the night,
I cannot help think of everything
that makes up my life.
And you just happen to be
one of the most precious things.
It has been so long since I have seen you,
since I have heard you talk,
since I have felt your hands on me.
I keep asking myself:
"Why do I still like you so much
after all this time?"
I mean, we are a world apart...
But out here in the quiet of the night,
everything is coming back to me.
Like it was yesterday and
not months and months ago
I can see you so clearly in my mind.
Your 'always so perfect' hair...
your dark brown eyes...
your soft, full lips...
that I wanted so badly to kiss.
You seem so real in my mind
yet, you are so far...
like a distant star
I am wishing on tonight.
It has been so long since I have seen you
Yet my feelings for you are so strong.
Even time could not change them (yet).
Even now, just thinking about you
I get that same old feeling.
That feeling I have had,
so much trouble getting used to
an urge to hug you and kiss you passionately.
Yet I cannot.
We are so far apart...
Distance makes people forget each other;
Will you forget me?
I know you will always be in my heart.
And I know that for a fact,
because I just realized
I love you.
There is only one question
I want so badly to know the answer to.
And that question is:
"Do you love me, too?"
PART II
I once had a dream of a beautiful girl
She was wearing a beautiful white dress
A dress unlike any other
It had small tiny diamonds all over it
Only for the prettiest queen it will be fit
I remember looking at her placing my hand on my heart
An image of absolute beauty was what she was
She looked at me and laughed while pointing to my heart
I realized then and there that her standards were just too high
But I was wrong- what she really meant was that I was too shy
Unable to approach her in my dream or in real life
When I woke up from that dream I realized who she was
She was the girl who I really wanted all through my life
Although out of fear of rejection I never approached her
She laughed at me in my dream to show me that she also cared
Waiting for me, wanting me to be part of her life forever
PART III
With a look she captures me,
Eyes intense and fiery,
And then a sudden awakening,
Of what my world was blind to see
How could a beauty so refined,
Be kept at bay for such a time,
Charm and grace artfully combined
Oh, what pleasure to make her mine
But no, her heart longs to be free
And dance around society
No chains or weight just melody
An angel of chance and uncertainty
This heart that's free will travel far
And hitch her wagon to a star
Proving divinely avatar
Rips through the scene but leaves no scar
To view art by beauty such as this
The yearning soul it must confess
The heart that's free it fights to posess
And lock it away in secure darkness
But why capture this heart so young in age?
Before it's chance to walk the stage
Draw in, relish the audience praise
And make the suitors wait for days
I wish your heart to be free 'till it tires so
And settles in the arms of a lucky fellow
I wish you strength and for your wings to grow
Explore everywhere you wish to go
in the quiet of the night,
I cannot help think of everything
that makes up my life.
And you just happen to be
one of the most precious things.
It has been so long since I have seen you,
since I have heard you talk,
since I have felt your hands on me.
I keep asking myself:
"Why do I still like you so much
after all this time?"
I mean, we are a world apart...
But out here in the quiet of the night,
everything is coming back to me.
Like it was yesterday and
not months and months ago
I can see you so clearly in my mind.
Your 'always so perfect' hair...
your dark brown eyes...
your soft, full lips...
that I wanted so badly to kiss.
You seem so real in my mind
yet, you are so far...
like a distant star
I am wishing on tonight.
It has been so long since I have seen you
Yet my feelings for you are so strong.
Even time could not change them (yet).
Even now, just thinking about you
I get that same old feeling.
That feeling I have had,
so much trouble getting used to
an urge to hug you and kiss you passionately.
Yet I cannot.
We are so far apart...
Distance makes people forget each other;
Will you forget me?
I know you will always be in my heart.
And I know that for a fact,
because I just realized
I love you.
There is only one question
I want so badly to know the answer to.
And that question is:
"Do you love me, too?"
PART II
I once had a dream of a beautiful girl
She was wearing a beautiful white dress
A dress unlike any other
It had small tiny diamonds all over it
Only for the prettiest queen it will be fit
I remember looking at her placing my hand on my heart
An image of absolute beauty was what she was
She looked at me and laughed while pointing to my heart
I realized then and there that her standards were just too high
But I was wrong- what she really meant was that I was too shy
Unable to approach her in my dream or in real life
When I woke up from that dream I realized who she was
She was the girl who I really wanted all through my life
Although out of fear of rejection I never approached her
She laughed at me in my dream to show me that she also cared
Waiting for me, wanting me to be part of her life forever
PART III
With a look she captures me,
Eyes intense and fiery,
And then a sudden awakening,
Of what my world was blind to see
How could a beauty so refined,
Be kept at bay for such a time,
Charm and grace artfully combined
Oh, what pleasure to make her mine
But no, her heart longs to be free
And dance around society
No chains or weight just melody
An angel of chance and uncertainty
This heart that's free will travel far
And hitch her wagon to a star
Proving divinely avatar
Rips through the scene but leaves no scar
To view art by beauty such as this
The yearning soul it must confess
The heart that's free it fights to posess
And lock it away in secure darkness
But why capture this heart so young in age?
Before it's chance to walk the stage
Draw in, relish the audience praise
And make the suitors wait for days
I wish your heart to be free 'till it tires so
And settles in the arms of a lucky fellow
I wish you strength and for your wings to grow
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