LOVE IS WAITING

One day I will be ready for you But today is not that day Love is waiting for me and you We only just need to find our way...

ALL ROADS LEAD TO YOU

LISTEN TO THE AUDIO OF THE POEM AND CLICK THE LINK You are some kind wonderful Now I have meet you Life has become more meaningful You just don't know what you do... What you do to me You get me to play You bring out the best in me I thought faded away Right … Continue reading ALL ROADS LEAD TO YOU

Clean Messy Love

Sweet taste of your lips Yet the conflict brews Mixed in passionate ride of this relationship Pushing me as i push you Some fun sexy puzzle to solve Wrapped in your stong embrace As we work to evolve Love caressing your handsome face Conflict, struggle, work and the surprise The enlighten moment on how to … Continue reading Clean Messy Love

Leaving the Past Behind

  Blank pages in front of me Time for a new story About my transformational journey Now i find I can clearly see I review the pages of what I previously wrote Years of our life together bound Within paper of images and notes That I collected when you were around It's been awhile Since … Continue reading Leaving the Past Behind

Beauty within the storm

The dark clouds rolled in and shadowed the day with its dark presence in my area.  The sky opened up and sheets of water filtered down.  When it began to soften to drops beautiful colors filtered through and followed me on my drive home.  Upon entering my backyard I was filled with joy to see … Continue reading Beauty within the storm

Fish Tale

Her admiration for Dolphins inspired her to leave America and head to a foreign country.  Once she arrived she headed for Atlantis Park.  Within the sea park her friend and her made their way to the dolphin arena.  It was here she slipped within the smelly rubbery synthetic skin and stared at her friend with … Continue reading Fish Tale

Mother and the Butterfly

I was standing in the yard with my dog and the strangest thing occurred, I smelled vanilla and then  I saw a blue butterfly.  It fluttered so gracefully and I began thinking of my mother.  She always smells of vanilla.  She used to paint or make me blue butterflies when I was young.  She has … Continue reading Mother and the Butterfly

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