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POEMS
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His smile
Is the sunshine that gives light and warmth
His Frown
The clouds to obscure the sun
His Tears
The rain to wash away the sins
His Eyes
the windows to the world of love
The Anticipated Romance
Like the false dawn before the light breaks upon the ridge of the sky. It starts with a flutter in the center of your being. That sense where all the possibilities in the world start anew. The blood in your veins begins to quicken. The mind is awash with the will he... could he... please be. My remembered lost loves each of them with their own querulous beginnings. There it is again... that skipping heart. Waiting for the release of those certain chemicals that tell my heart it's time to race and soar. There is that sense of having started but wanting more. So come to me my darling young man. Whisper in my ear while I hold you tight. That this is where we shall take flight. So lift us up my darling and aim us true towards tomorrow.
The Faraway Heart
His heart is not by my side
My faraway heart
His love he says assured
My faraway heart
My love for him undoubted
My faraway heart
Dreams of being together
My faraway heart
Then two hearts together
No longer my far away heart
OTHER WRITINGS
A Life Story
He is a slightly grizzled middle aged man. Happiness
had come and gone over the years. Like the rolling of
the tides washing in the oceans treasures and then
lifting them back into the depths of time. Creating
depths of his own within his soul, spirit, psyche
whatever you choose to call it.
He has grown from a mistreated child who's cries of
anguish were seldom heard. Waiting for that empty well
to fill with the love of which he'd seen filled in
others.
The boy grew into a young man. He tried to live a good
life, but, he was living it alone. He was lost in the
crowd of the other young voices louder than his own.
Surrounded by the clouds of testosterone of the post
pubescent teen males. Attracting him far more than the
flowering womanhood of the females floating and
flirting through their High School romances. Another
four years of being and living on the outside of
others.
The military was not to be the life he would lead. The
expectations of others were tried and discarded.
Instead he came home to a life made of his choosing.
Time and place were his own. Decisions were made
putting the dust of past confusion and pain behind.
Instead what followed was years of dedication. A
search to make whole by filling those old, dark and
empty spaces. What he found instead was that with each
filling there were holes that drained. Never leaving
him full. Flashes of light that sometimes flickered
and died with a pop while others seemed to fade into
the recesses and causing shadows of their own.
Time began again with a new life. Left behind was a
shallow being. Instead came a realized sense of peace.
Finally life was his own. Something to be nourished,
contemplated and enjoyed. Now there was but one
remaining hurdle of life's path to overcome. A
sharing. Finding that other who will find a warm and
comforting home in his heart and soul.
The hope continues..."
...THE CONTINUATION
Like the rise of the morning star a blaze of light has entered his life. Each day is now greeted with the anticipation of feeling that new depth of feeling that can only be found with the arrival of another person sharing in his existence. Time has finally won him that which his heart has truly desired. Love.
Hope has won!
untitled
His smile
Is the sunshine that gives light and warmth
His Frown
The clouds to obscure the sun
His Tears
The rain to wash away the sins
His Eyes
the windows to the world of love
The Anticipated Romance
Like the false dawn before the light breaks upon the ridge of the sky. It starts with a flutter in the center of your being. That sense where all the possibilities in the world start anew. The blood in your veins begins to quicken. The mind is awash with the will he... could he... please be. My remembered lost loves each of them with their own querulous beginnings. There it is again... that skipping heart. Waiting for the release of those certain chemicals that tell my heart it's time to race and soar. There is that sense of having started but wanting more. So come to me my darling young man. Whisper in my ear while I hold you tight. That this is where we shall take flight. So lift us up my darling and aim us true towards tomorrow.
The Faraway Heart
His heart is not by my side
My faraway heart
His love he says assured
My faraway heart
My love for him undoubted
My faraway heart
Dreams of being together
My faraway heart
Then two hearts together
No longer my far away heart
OTHER WRITINGS
A Life Story
He is a slightly grizzled middle aged man. Happiness
had come and gone over the years. Like the rolling of
the tides washing in the oceans treasures and then
lifting them back into the depths of time. Creating
depths of his own within his soul, spirit, psyche
whatever you choose to call it.
He has grown from a mistreated child who's cries of
anguish were seldom heard. Waiting for that empty well
to fill with the love of which he'd seen filled in
others.
The boy grew into a young man. He tried to live a good
life, but, he was living it alone. He was lost in the
crowd of the other young voices louder than his own.
Surrounded by the clouds of testosterone of the post
pubescent teen males. Attracting him far more than the
flowering womanhood of the females floating and
flirting through their High School romances. Another
four years of being and living on the outside of
others.
The military was not to be the life he would lead. The
expectations of others were tried and discarded.
Instead he came home to a life made of his choosing.
Time and place were his own. Decisions were made
putting the dust of past confusion and pain behind.
Instead what followed was years of dedication. A
search to make whole by filling those old, dark and
empty spaces. What he found instead was that with each
filling there were holes that drained. Never leaving
him full. Flashes of light that sometimes flickered
and died with a pop while others seemed to fade into
the recesses and causing shadows of their own.
Time began again with a new life. Left behind was a
shallow being. Instead came a realized sense of peace.
Finally life was his own. Something to be nourished,
contemplated and enjoyed. Now there was but one
remaining hurdle of life's path to overcome. A
sharing. Finding that other who will find a warm and
comforting home in his heart and soul.
The hope continues..."
...THE CONTINUATION
Like the rise of the morning star a blaze of light has entered his life. Each day is now greeted with the anticipation of feeling that new depth of feeling that can only be found with the arrival of another person sharing in his existence. Time has finally won him that which his heart has truly desired. Love.
Hope has won!
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