POETRY: ONCE UPON A TIME....YOU AND I LOVED

If you merely knew the sorrow I felt,
All those nights without you, all those nights watching the candle melt..
Tonight, tonight will be nothing more than a dream, unreal,
A dream where I find the courage to tell you how I feel.

There's so much I want to tell you,
So much I want to say, if you only knew.
Every night I pray and pray that you feel the same about me,
Cause deep down I know we're meant to be.

Your eyes are so dark and mystical, as the black of the night
A man can get lost in them and never find his way back.
Your lips are so red the roses green with envy
Your smile is so warm and pleasant
that even heaven thinks with spite... this could not be.

Nothing on the earth is as soft as you're gentle skin,
Your hair is so full of life when it dances with the wind.
I can feel your wonder as you walk into the room,
I can hear your voice that's as sweet as a mid-summer?s bloom.

Your kindness can bring a man such wonderful bliss,
A sweetness like yours is like an unforgettable first kiss.
I'll be there to share your pain and cry by your side,
But, most of all I'll be your friend, someone in whom you can confide.

In a dream I embrace you under the romance of the moonlight,
As we kiss and let ecstasy take over the starlit night.
I wake up the next morning  seeing the most wondrous sight,
As dusk passed over I revealed it was you while we dined by candlelight.

Yet, this is nothing more than a lover's fantasy,
Conjured up by my yearning heart at a quarter past three.
I lie down as I cry your name into the forsaken night,
Hoping you?ll show up and be my saving light.

My fondness for you isn't something new,
I fell in love the first time I laid my eyes on you.
In time my desire grew and grew,
Into a passion unconditional, honest and true.

Open your heart and let your feelings show,
Cause I just can't bring myself to let you go.
Take me as I am, take my dying heart,
And save it before it breaks and falls apart.

And that's all there is to say,
The endless night has ended,
And tomorrow is but a moment away.

The sun will rise and the birds will chirp anew,
Dawn will break and my never-ending quest will continue,
As I build enough courage and find it in my heart to say,

"My darling, I love you."




PART 2


The softness of you
Engulfs my every want care or worry
-moreover,
Now, is mostly meaningful
For memory's sake.
It's your absence that I
Embrace.

The sweet look on your God-perfect
Lips-as they encrypt their
Brand on the inner recesses of
My mind with subtle kisses,
A most unkindly kind.

Filtered sunlight prances it's way upon
The folds of her hair,
And our communication is perfect
In the muted form,
It's the sweet silent speech
Of timeless time.
 
I sink in slowly,
Floating on these rays of light
Where even with my eyes closed
It's bright.
Closest to her in dark light,
She haunts my mind in the
Midsts of the night-
As I fade out of sight.




PART 3

My angel... so full of warmth.
Take me in your loving arms.
Wrap your wings around me and protect me from the cold.

My angel... so full of love.
Take me in your heart and protect me from hurt.

My angel... so full of light.
Take me in your soul and guide the way to true happiness.

My angel... I ask these of thee and in return...
My angel... I will take you in my arms
And protect you from the cold.

I will take you into the deepest depths of my heart
And protect you from hurt.
I will take you into my soul and guide your way to true happiness.
My angel... above all else, I will love thee for eternity.



PART 4


Your eyes are like the sun's rays,
That dance upon the sea.
They make me want to hold you, touch you,
When they look at me.

Your lips, so full and tender,
I yearn for their gentle touch.
I can't wait until ours reunite,
As they dance to the rhythm of our love.

I long for your arms to hold me,
To make me feel so safe and secure.
I could lay in your arms forever,
And listen as my heart beats with yours.

There are so many feelings, emotions,
That I cannot express.
But maybe someday soon,
They can be physically addressed.



PART 5

I found out what my heart was hiding behind its very walls.
It was a dream; one that I wanted to be true.

It wandered in from nowhere, I knew not where it came from.
So when I found it standing there, I cried out for sheer joy.

The dream, it kept me happy, I treated it bad.
So, then one day it walked away, out of my heart forever.

Have you seem my dream?
Oh, I forgot. . . it's you.




PART 6

Once upon a time
In a land far away,
You and I loved 
Yet in a different way.
For we have always been together
In more than just this life,
And will be forever
Now that you are my wife.

Because soulmates are made
For eternity,
To love and to cherish
Just you and me.

Now should you get mad
At something I might do,
Just remember that I love you
And that you love me too!

JOURNAL: TODAY MARKS THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY SINCE MY DAD PASSED AWAY

I hate this day. It's been one year since my Dad passed away. I still remember kissing his head before leaving and telling him I loved him

This past year has been very difficult for me. It doesn’t seem to be getting easier. I had expected it would. I thought time heals. It hasn’t; at least not yet.  I miss him more than I could ever describe. I’ve probably already said this in a previous post: it feels like I have a phantom limb. It feels like a part of me has been amputated but the rest of my body will not acknowledge its absence. I know he’s there. I just know it. But then I look for him and he’s gone. It’s a horrible horrible feeling. 

I’ve learned a deeper compassion for people in pain.
I’ve learned how much you can hurt and still hold it together on the surface.
I’ve learned that old memories returning are like surprise packages from Heaven.
I’ve learned that death will challenge your faith in ways you never imagined.
I’ve learned that you’d gladly trade everything you own for thirty more seconds with them.
I’ve learned to resent strangers who have their fathers and grandfathers, and no empty chairs at the holidays.
I’ve learned that on some days, though not suicidal, you’ll wish you could die just to see them again.
I’ve learned that even though good people try to help, you ultimately have to grieve alone.
I’ve learned that no matter how old you are you never stop needing your Daddy.
I’ve learned the horrible accuracy of all those clichés about how we never have enough time with people we love, about how there are no ordinary days, and about the paper-thin fragility of life.
I’ve learned that death just sucks, and that any other spin on it is just a valiant but failing effort to make lemonade out of some really bitter fruit.

But mostly I’ve learned just how big a hole someone can leave in your life; how massive a gap there is when they’re gone, and how we all fill that space for someone.

I LOVE YOU DAD

ARTICLE: President Obama's $400,000 speaking fees reveal what few want to admit BY Steven W Thrasher (WHAT A BIG DISAPPOINTMENT)

The reason many of us have been critical of Barack Obama’s outrageous $400,000 speaking fee is that it robs us of a fantasy: that sooner or later, the first black president was going to use his considerable powers, in or out of office, to help the economic ravages of the poor, who are disproportionately black.

That Obama’s project was or ever would be racial and economic justice was always a dream – and the sooner we let go of this and recognize Obama for who he is and what he does, the better we’ll all be.

Some people who disagree with me believe I am racist for not lauding Obama’s right to cash in on the presidency the same way the Clinton and Bush dynasties have. I will never deny the representational and psychological value of having had Obama in the Oval Office and his beautiful black family living in the White House. I always liked the guy immensely, even as I’ve criticized the politician.

But when it comes to the economics of systemic racism, I don’t think anyone should earn $400,000 an hour, and I certainly don’t worry about criticizing black people also earning that obscene sum. I’m much more concerned with factors of economic racism such as why white people have 12 times the wealth of black people; why black families would need to work 228 years to build the wealth of white families; why the median wealth of single black women is $5 and how the economic crash of 2008 was an apocalyptic theft of wealth from black homeowners to Wall Street which was never prosecuted.

Enter President Obama. As Robert Jones Jr, the writer and creator behind Son of Baldwin, noted, it’s significant that Obama’s first big talk was to a Wall Street gathering, considering it’s “the same Wall Street that he used our money to bail out and, in return, instead of lowering our credit interest rates and raising our savings interest rates, that same Wall Street raised our credit interest rates and lowered our saving interest rates for what was the definition of ungrateful”.

 Barack Obama has a powerful voice. He shouldn't use it for paid speeches


Like so many people, when I campaigned for Obama before I was a journalist in 2008, I wanted him to take on the specific and persistent racial inequalities generated by American capitalism. I had read Dreams From My Father and hoped, once in office, this thoughtful writer about race would directly address economic racism. But the 2009 bailout, and Obama’s subsequent failure to pursue any significant prosecutions related to it, should have taught us all that racial economic justice just wasn’t Obama’s main priority.

We hoped, maybe in a second term, he’d come out swinging on systemic racism. But when Mike Brown’s killing in Ferguson ignited a rebellion, Obama looked very uncomfortable when he had to pause his Martha’s Vineyard vacation to address the ugly truths of American policing, as he did again when Brown’s killer was not even indicted. He never visited St Louis after that.

Still, some of us so desired our first black president to lead a Martin Luther King-like charge against the “giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism and militarism” that we hoped maybe, perhaps, after he left office, he’d really speak his mind. It was naive of me, but after I saw Obama speak in person about his My Brother’s Keeper initiative here in New York, I fantasized that he’d spend his days out of office working with young black people in a similar way that Jimmy Carter builds houses for Habitat for Humanity.

Instead, it seems like Obama will spend his post-presidency hauling in money as the Clintons have. I don’t believe even under the guise of philanthropy that speaking to banks helps ameliorate economic racism; it certainly doesn’t help the Democrats electorally.

Of course, I could be wrong. Maybe in his heart, Obama’s project was racial and economic justice, even if the evidence suggests otherwise. However, that was indisputably never the project of the people he hired.


Rahm Emanuel left the Obama White House to become mayor of Chicago, where he’s tried hard to bust the teachers’ unions and has presided over one of the most overtly racist police departments in the country. David Plouffe left for Uber, which is attacking the labor rights of taxi drivers the world over, while Robert Gibbs went to McDonald’s, which lobbies against an increase in the minimum wage. All of these things hurt the working poor, who are disproportionately non-white.

But the most egregious post-Obama job may have gone to Eric Holder, who returned to the very same law firm he worked at before he became Attorney General. That firm represents several banks which stole black wealth via subprime loans that then crashed the market in 2008 – none of which were prosecuted by Holder or Obama.

There isn’t a day I don’t look at 45 and wish 44 was still with us. Sometimes I think back to how my sister Sharron came home from Occidental College in the early 1980s. She was politicized about divesting from South Africa, because she’d heard one of her classmates, a young man with an afro named “Barry” , give a rousing speech about it.

My sister is now long passed, and “Barry” left the presidency just over a 100 days ago. But when he left the Oval Office for the final time – leaving it in the tiny hands of the very racist who had demanded his birth certificate – I fantasized that he’d join us on the front lines of marches, battle for the salvation of Obamacare in ingenious ways, and maybe turn up at a Black Lives Matter event.

But this was all a fantasy. The high-paid speeches were a sign that Obama’s post-presidency will, like his presidency was, be Democratic business as usual. And that means not radically altering the racial injustices of American economics.

POEM: HER LIPS ARE AS SOFT AS A ROSE

You came to me like an angel
   falling down from heaven
You covered me up with your wings
   and pulled me closer to your heart
Until I became part of your soul
There was no way out...
I didn't want out...
You protected me with every single feather
Filled me up with warmth and tenderness
A sensational feeling I have never felt before
I wanted to love you like you loved me

For once in my life I can
Say that I am in love and
No one can make me doubt it.
Love has finally found me
And cupid's arrow has
Made a direct hit.

For once in my life I can say she is
Mine and no one will be able to take
Her away from me.
This is the lady that I have 
Waited for, ever-so patiently.

For once in my life this
Is what I have been searching for 
From the time I knew that love really exists.
In my lifetime I will never
Find another love such as this.

For once in my life I have
Found someone that is special in every way.
She is like a fresh breath of Sunshine on a cold wintry day.
I am so glad that God sent Her my way.

For once in my life all my hopes and dreams
Are being fulfilled, 
it started the moment that she walked into my life.
Now that she is here there will never be any more goodbyes.

For once in my life I can raise my head up and walk proud
For her love puts me on a natural high.
There are no more dark nights since she came into my life, 
only blue skies.

For once in my life I can safely trust someone again,
In my life there has been so much heartache and pain.

She is as sweet as a Georgia Peach,
And as breathless as the
Sun that shines on a cool autumn day, 
and chases all the chills away.

Her lips are as soft as a Rose, 
and as gentle as the fresh  morning air.

She is pure as the white snow 
that covers the ground in the wintertime.
And her beauty makes you forget about all your troubles 
and leave them behind, for that is the way she is.

For once in my life I can say 
I am really happy,
For the dream I have sought is now a reality.

JOURNAL: A UPDATE ON MY EAR.

It 3 weeks since the tubes where take out. I still have the echo and pressure difference...it is better..but still there.  I developed an atrocious low frequency humming / vibration sounds in my right ear.  The only things I can attempt to compare it to would be the sound when you are inside a building and someone drives by with very loud bass in their car.  Or, I could sometimes describe it as a car running off in the distance, or someone strumming a low frequency note on a bass guitar.  It's devastating affect on my mood and sleep.  A low-frequency loud roaring sound. the noise feels like it has a throbbing pulse

low-pitched vibrating type of sound,I find that it increases when I lie on my bed - especially when I put my ears against my pillow. This makes sleeping really uncomfortable and makes me really anxious and self-aware the whole night, and I am really distressed by it. Has anyone suffered from the same thing? Does anyone have any advice?

One way I would describe it is perhaps machinery running continuously in the distance, or the rumble of a loud car exhausted in the street. I can almost 'feel' the sound in my head, its so unnerving at times especially at the moment as its been pretty bad for a few days now. I also find that sometimes it can just go away, often for a few days and then it will be back. I simply cannot understand it,

PLEASE GOD..LET MY EAR GO BACK TO NORMAL....PLEASE

JOURNAL: I HAD A TYMPANOSTOMY - A TUBE IN MY RIGHT EAR DONE.

JOURNAL: I HAD A TYMPANOSTOMY - A TUBE IN MY RIGHT EAR DONE.


So about two weeks ago, I went to my fourth ENT doctor. She is telling me that I don't have Meniere's Dx.  It is either:

1- Eustachian tube Dysfunction which ear tube would solve the problem 75% of the time.

A tympanostomy tube (also known as a grommet, T-tube, ear tube, pressure equalization tube, vent, PE tube or myringotomy tube) is a small tube inserted into the eardrum in order to keep the middle ear aerated for a prolonged period of time, and to prevent the accumulation of fluid in the middle ear.

2-Otic Migraine: is also know as Vestibular migraine. According to the Johns' Hopkins Medicine guide "Vestibular Migraine," conditions which may be confused with otic migraines include a series of small strokes, Meniere's Disease. The triggers for the otic migraine are largely food related. Red wine and dried fruit with sulfites are major migraine triggers. Foods with large amounts of caffeine such as coffee and soda must be avoided, as well as monosodium glutamate (MSG), a common component in Chinese food. Otic migraines can also be caused by too much salt in the diet, low blood sugar or a lack of sleep

I am now on a Migraine diet to avoid trigger that cause my attack

3-TMJ ( temporomandibular joint  syndrome) I will need to get a face massage done.



I got the tympanostomy done and it was hell.  The results were disastrous. I immediately had a major reduction in my ability to hear. Bass sounds were gone and low level ambient sounds were also gone. In fact my ears felt more plugged than ever and everything sounded like I was under water. Having conversations was a chore as people had to repeat themselves to me. My own voice sounded like I was hearing myself with a bad cold and not like it was coming in through the air. .Sounds like I'm underwater. When I speak, I can only hear my voice in my head, as it does when you put your fingers in both ears to speak. I cannot hear my voice 'from the outside'. Feels like my right ear is completely plugged! Everything was muffled

I waited two week and had them removed. Now it will take another few weeks for the hole in the ear to close and I am still having the same sensation. It like having a perforated ear. If i knew it was going to be like this. I wouldn't have done it. The ENT didn't tell me it was going to be like this and was telling me she does this to 6 years old all the time.

DATINGl MYTH AND TRUTH ABOUT LOVE

Myth: That relationships are always perfect (Titanic)

“If relationships were always perfect there would never be any divorce. There is no such thing as perfect – there’s good enough. Hollywood often portrays this image of perfect relationships but this can be very dangerous.  Your partner cannot be wonderful all of the time and neither can you. Sometimes things can feel perfect and it is great to have moments when things are brilliant but it does not mean there is something wrong with you or your relationship if you do not feel that way all of the time.”

Myth: You have to change your appearance to find love (Grease, She's All That)

“Changing your appearance won’t help you to find love.  If you want to change it for your own self-esteem and sense of self-worth then go for it but don’t do it for anyone else, otherwise you are making somebody else entirely responsible for the way you feel about yourself.  That may be tempting but it’s also unhealthy. Before entering into a relationship, you ideally need to like yourself enough to think you are worthy of somebody else’s love and affection. If you don’t have a good relationship with yourself, this can cause all sorts of issues, and we see evidence of this in the counselling room every day.”


Myth: An argument results in a break up and happy couples don’t argue (Notting Hill)

“Happy couples argue because they communicate: Arguing is a form of communication.  It is not about whether you fight but how you fight that is important. Agreeing to disagree sometimes, finding a compromise, and getting to a place where you understand somebody’s position even if you don’t agree with it are all positive signs.  If you find you keep on arguing more often than not or over the same issues and nothing gets resolved then you may want to consider seeking support such as counselling. Counselling with an organisation such as Relate can help you to unpick what’s not working and improve the way you communicate with one another.”

Myth: Relationships do not require work (Every Disney film)

"Love is a verb, not a noun. It’s a doing word and that’s what gets forgotten. Love isn’t just a seed you plant in the ground and watch it automatically grow. You have to tend to it. So you may think, I’ve met this wonderful person, they’re the one and that’s it. From then on it’s all plain sailing. Of course it’s not. Living with another person and managing your differences, children, job changes, house moves, that’s not going to be easy but it doesn’t mean the relationship isn’t right for you. So if you prepare for dodgy weather ahead, you’ll actually be in a much stronger position. It is important to see it as a strength, not a weakness, to work a relationship.Hollywood sells us this image that work stops once you’re with someone, that it’s all plain sailing and it’s not. In fact if your relationship doesn’t change it’s not growing."

Myth: That love is only fun and interesting when you’re in your 20s/30s (All of them apart from Something's Gotta Give)

“That wonderful feeling of headiness and crazy love doesn’t last forever but it’s often replaced with something much deeper and more conscious. A relationship that has gone on for years and had gone through difficult times can feel amazing because you know each other better and have overcome so much.  It is important to point out that you can find love at any age and that with a bit of effort, it is perfectly possible to keep things fun and interesting. Love is not the domain of the young and can happen at any time.”


Myth: ‘The one’  (The Notebook)

“The myth of the one can lead to feelings of loneliness because you are always left feeling there’s a soulmate out there and that you haven’t met them yet. This is a hideous game of hide and seek which can lead to a lot of unnecessary disappointment.  The myth of The One can also make you question whether the person you are perfectly happy with is right for you just because they don’t fit that perfect image that you have in your head. The secret is that you don’t find The One, you make The One.  There are many people who could become The One for you. But that right person only becomes the one through living with them, experiencing them and building a relationship with them.”

Myth: Sex will always be mindblowing or intensely passionate (Friends with Benefits)

“Sex might be mindblowing all the time or a lot of the time but chances are it will change and develop in the same way that a relationship changes and develops. Sex is a form of communication like any other. If the relationship is going well then that tends to be reflected in your sex life. But children, job and other stresses and illness are inevitably going to have their part to play because your sex life isn’t removed from everything else in the relationship. It’s part of it. Sometimes if a couple think they have a problem with sex what they may really need to address and look at first is the relationship. Sex can be the canary in the coal mine - the indicator all is not well between a couple. So it’s often a relationship issue rather than a sexual one. Which is why counselling may be the best option to look at first if a couple isn’t happy with their sex life.”

JOURNAL: GOOD BYE 2016 YOU WERE THE WORSE YEAR OF MY LIFE

I am so happy this year is over. It has been the worse in my entire life:

-Lost my Dad in May
-Developing Menier's Dx  R ear
-Car problem
-Home repair
-Dental work

LETTER: I PRAY FOR YOU

A love so strong, so deep, so passionate...everybody has love, without this love there would be no life. Every day you think of your love, with a heart so small and its love so big. You only have one choice, to love the one you are with. Day after day you sit and dream of all the wonderful things you have to give, but nothing comes closer to your love, the one of your dreams, the one that loves you through and through. Through thick and thin they will always be there, to guide and protect, your love, your hero, your soulmate, your forever-burning light. Your love is your life,your path to an everlasting eternity.

At the closing of the day,
A prayer for love this night I say.
A prayer for love that echoes deep,
Just a little prayer before I sleep.
"Stars above, I pray to you,
And listen close I beg you to,
That ever should I hope to find,
A love of heart, soul, and mind,
That should these things ever come to me,
Let them all treasured be.
Let nothing tear apart,
A love that should bind each heart.
And further stars, let me ask of thee,
Let this love in no question be.
For such so strong both hearts should know,
And from them both should it never go.
Let this love be as the sand and sea,
Forever in a perfect harmony.
Come this love however it may,
Darkness of night, light of day,
Right next door, or from afar,
Let me know, I pray little star.
And while I dream of the one I love,
And while you sparkle high above,
Never from me should you dismiss,
The memories of his gentle kiss.
And while I dream of someone far away,
Stars above, this I say,
Even should I die before I should wake,
Never from me this love do take.
For nothing more precious to me could you give,
Even if in heaven should I live.
So if this love, should it be real,
Keep is strong by strength of will.
And if this love, should it be illusion,
Let it go, with all due confusion.
So stars above, I pray to you,
Listen to all I've asked you to.
And when on the morrow comes the day,
I'll pray to the sun, come whatever may.
But tonight is for the moon and each star,
And little prayers said for a love afar

LOVE: APPROACHING HER FOR THE FIRST TIME

Unable to decipher the visions, the thoughts churning in my head,The cataclysm is silencing, deafening... I find myself speechless...caught in a whirlwind approaching the eye of the storm,I see her there, the peace I'm looking for...wanting to join her in that place, seeking to escape.I'm trapped in self-doubt, entrenched in a shroud of fear  Fear of the unknown,  Fear of endlessly being lost in my own captivity,  Fear of the rejection yet, it arises in me- a tumultuous upheaval burning in me- an eternal flame

I close my eyes and feel her touch,The warmth extends to the very tips,To every fraction of my body,Calming the rising tides.  I know not of words that are right,  I know not of actions that please,  I know only of the feeling I feel in me,And care not for the pleasure of the audience

They see what they want, through their tainted lenses,And I have amused them far too long
They see not what I see- when she sees right through me,They see not the indivisible connection that draws me near I cut the strings that dictate my life,Cynically forcing my every move No longer a marionette for these puppeteers.

For it lives within me,   It moves to the rhythm of my heartbeat,  It pumps and pulses through my veins,  It takes me whole...  It needs not approval nor permission,  It knows not of limitations and boundaries  It has no words to complete it's definition...indescribable, unparallel

That word, that term, that rises up from the hearts of young lovers to the tips of their tongues
Passing through their lips to the heart of another, that word, that term, so miniscule, so undeserving, un-triumphant in its attempt to describe that that is beyond all words...yet, its pacification somehow temporarily subdues.

But the grandeur, the complexity, the effortless epitome of a never-ending, ecstatic paradise
In all it's glory and pain, in all it's bitter sweet existence...It is the one thing that drives us all,
We except its occasional pangs because we are blinded by it's beauty,We are deaf to any defamations, we are caught within that which does not bare a name.

I, too, am entrapped- yet, with a challenging grin intrepidly I dive into it, prepared to sacrifice all else. Embracing it.... as I embrace her fall victim too it.... as I fall into her.Lost in it.... as I get lost in her, I mock the viewers, I mock the world

I laugh as they crumble in disbelief,
Shocked that I am self-moving,
  That I can breathe,
  That I can feel...
  That I am human.

No longer this masquerade. I pull her close, indulging in a kiss,m elting into her as the curtains close

LETTER: MY LOVE, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

My love, where have you been? Why did you hold back the light and ignore the cry of my heart? Where you aren't, darkness is. Where you aren't, emptiness abides--Only love could fill the vacuum your absence brings. For years I've seen many gray clouds, not only at the sky, but also in my mind. My eyes have seen people tread lustful ways -- They chase dark shades and shun bright lights. Oh, I beseech thee, dearly beloved, Draw close to me and in my heart sink. Let the shining light of your love Forever be my guide. You found a way to touch my soul; You slipped into my heart. I don't know how you did it. Were you there from the start? I had felt the darkness envelope me, an endless night prevailed,Then I saw your smile before me and dawn broke again. I could not explain what had transpired, I just know I saw you and my heart opened up again.

I long to hold you, touch you. You are always on my mind. To feel your body close to me, your spirit entwined with mine. Yet I must wait, Wait awhile for you. If you knew how I feel for you, You would think me a fool. So, I will wait patiently as time slips slowly by. Someday I will hold you close to me, feel your spirit meld with mine. If you were a teardrop in my eye,For fear of losing you. I would never cry. And if the golden sun should cease to shine its light, Just one smile from you would make my whole world bright. When leaves have fallen from the trees and the sky is filled with storm, Just the thought of your gentle touch is enough to keep me warm. If only i had the courage to speak these words to you. Every one is from the heart and couldn't be more true

VIDEO: The Godfather 2' Ending Scene THIS IS THE FIRST THANKGIVING WITHOUT MY DAD ...AND THIS IS HOW I FEEL

I MISS MY DAD SO MUCH TODAY. I HAD A BREAKDOWN AT WORK.

THE FAMILY WILL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN..................................

VIDEO:Jimmy Fallon Blew a Chance to Date Nicole Kidman TWICE

"Dreamweaver" played -- a joke from the movie, "Wayne's World."

DATING: GOOD GUYS ARE EVERYWHERE...YOU JUST WANT TO SEE THEM

 

I've had many conversations with women over the years who were either frustrated in their present relationships or in their pursuit of a perfect mate.  When we've discussed things that occurred in their current or past relationships that have frustrated them, patterns typically emerge which reveal that they either have poor standards, pick or accept men who were clearly unsuited for them (despite their failure to heed the warning signs) or even have their own issues to resolve that they previously couldn't admit existed (until I pointed them out based upon what they shared or I observed).

One of my sister a "great guy," but another woman might feel that she could've done better   Therefore, your success in finding a "good man" is based upon you defining the attributes necessary for a man to meet your qualifications and you also realizing that if your "perfect man" definition is flawed, getting in repeated relationships with men that turn dysfunctional is not a consequence of only meeting jerks, it's because your selection criteria, selectiveness in accepting a man into your life or ability to settle for something less makes you the main cause of your own frustration.

The good guys... the good people in general haven't gone anywhere.

It's just sometimes, we think good has a particular look, or feel, or sense of time and....is dressed in gorgeous beauty, looks cool, looks exciting, cute face, those muscles, how he defines you in the world, what friends will think when dating him...we rationalise, we dive, we swim in our own perception, our reality and our reality is truth.

Sometimes what someone says regarding good guys means someone they are attracted to in looks, in style, or in income, job, or feeling, an instinct, a perception, this and that...and not really looking for a good guy.

Somertimes when someone says “good guys” they mean someone who they can walk all over. Some guy who will take on the drama, pathetic mind games and then say they are not compatible because the “good guy” said, “enough is enough.”

A lot of good guys exist, but the smart ones are only good to those who deserve that kindness and will appreciate it. Otherwise you are just a victim.

If you show me that you appreciate what I do for you, I will be happy to do it again and receive your kind actions in return, not because you have to, you are kind too. If you just take from others and never give, don’t expect someone intelligent to continue being used.

I have good manners, I’m polite and always cheerful even when I’m angry or sad over something, hold doors for girls, I even helped an elderly lady on one occasion cross the street.

Women either mistook me for being a calm and peaceful person to a desperate weakling, or they even assumed the opposite which is that I’m only doing this to brag or show off.

And yes, it made me feel better about myself but I’m not selfish and I only do such deeds because it’s the humane thing to do and I think everyone should be capable of helping others or at least not try to put others down and become vile jerks.

When most people ask...

"Where are the good men?"

Translated..

"Where are the men that I'd be attracted to, turns me on, makes my heart go Boom! Boom! Boom! He needs to look like this, dress like that, be like this, ACCEPT ALL my flaws and pathetic drama, and shit atitude or forget it. Friends need to accept him. I don't want to be embarrassed when walking with him and for all to see. Oh no....must be this and that."

Got nothing to do with heart, character etc cetre.

Many women saying this...

"I love my boyfriend, he's such a good guy, good man but....I met this guy at work.."

The grass isn't greener on the other side. It's on the side we water and nurture.

But because people like to believe in the..

Hmmm...possibilities...fantasies....something better round the corner....the new...the fresh....the new sensation...the on going pursuit or inteference....and this nagging...prodding of the grass is greener.

Many good men, good women all around us but it seems the good that people look isn't conscious. It's unconscious.

They cannot hold onto a good man because good for many women is not good enough for them then bitch about where they are.

So the question isn't where the good guys or good women have gone.

The question is...

Why aren't you or whoever asks this type of question ..attracting the....good men?

Is being a good man....good enough?

Because the good is out there.

People get the good but the good isn't so exciting when they got it. The good isn't like the fantasy Hollywood, Bollywood and Romance novels.


So, what is the solution? Meet a person. Make a list about them of what you like and what you don't like. Spend some time with them, check your compatibility. He might be a stoner, an architect, McDonalds cashier, a banker, a sociopath or just another human being for all it matters. Are you comfortable enough with him (after making sure of the fact that he won't kill you in case you're ending up with a sociopath) while you're together? Then, hey you found your nice guy. He will be treating you right, I suppose given that you just mentioned that you're comfortable enough with him.

Coming back to the list, which you made when you met him for the first time. If you still can only concentrate on the bunch of faults, then back the fuck down. This is time for you to recontemplate yourself. You've found yourself a nice guy, but did he?

Stop whining if it doesn't work out. So what, if it didn't work out. Did you put yourself on the edge in order to make it work? What did you have to offer? Nice guy went for the other pretty girl around the block? Guess what, she's way mature for his taste. And he loves it. Or, she plays guitar. Or, she's a great hotelier. What is your excuse, if you're just going to sit at the corner waiting for the perfect guy to walk in through the door and sweep you off your feet.

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