I have a very special spotted rock,
It’s oval shaped and smooth all around,
My solemate found it on Elba at a home on a bluff,
She gave it to me with a smile to keep safe,
I carefully carried it across the Atlantic in my pocket,
It was so precious I never let it out of my sight,
Then one day I lost it during a pandemic,
When it slipped through a hole in my pocket,
The special spotted rock was no where to be found,
I looked for it relentlessly but it was lost for eternity,
The love of my life then slowly retreated away,
The twinkle in her brown eyes when she saw me faded,
She no longer radiated love or affection in my direction,
She has since drifted far away, into another man’s arms.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC
Hello old friend
It’s nice to see you again
Time seems to change everything
People, places, things
but my fond memory of our childhood
hasn't changed a bit.
So many years since that time and place
my friend
We have walked our separate paths
and meandered through time
without ever crossing paths again
It’s been too many years, my friend
the storms of life have come and gone
The memories are there
though the elements erode them so
Nevertheless I have a few remaining scattered memories of you in my old and fading mind
My memories recount that you are
one of those sincere few who walk amongst us
radiating compassion, sincerity, kindness
and positive energy
For that influence I want to sincerely thank you
for all the years your actions have touched me
helping me to discover who I wish to be
I am truly grateful for that short time of youthful interaction
and I am blessed to have crossed paths with you my dear old friend
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
My dear sweet JLC,
The reasons why I love you with all my heart include these truths:
1) You are the sweetest person I have ever met,
2) You are the kindest person I have ever encountered,
3) You radiate the most exotic beauty I have ever seen,
4) Your embrace brings warmth to my soul,
5) Your smile melts my heart,
6) The twinkle in your brown eyes stirs the deepest depths of my *****
7) Your laughter is contagious,
8) Your sincere and fun-loving personality places me at ease,
9) Your intellectual mind puts me in awe,
10) Your strength inspires me,
11) The softness of your ******* tantalize the very fabric of my imagination, and
12) Your presence illuminates me.
Please remember, I will love you always with all my heart.
PG
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
Dear Sweet JLC,
While I wait for you I walk alone. Please close your eyes and listen...
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... YOU were the lovely vision planted in my mind while I was sleeping...
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence.
xoxo
PG
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
Moving away from My heart
As you fly eastward away from my heart I see that
you've got New England landscapes in your dreams
and wanderlust in your soul.
But I've got maps of Cape Cod on my phone and gypsy in my blood.
So let's blow this clam bake and get out of this life.
As we have people to see and things to do.
PG
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
If my desire to be with you now was the wind,
it would be so intense that it would sail me across the Atlantic and wash me into your arms.
If my thoughts of you were steps,
there would be so many that they would extend me across great distances into your warm embrace.
If my love for you were a wave,
it would be so strong and powerful the crest would sweep me across the ocean into your celestial shores.
And if our dreams could speak to us,
they would tell us about the wonderful moments we will share from now until the end of eternity.
JLC
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
Kidnap me from my current reality
and the crushed dreams of my entrepreneurial ambition.
Color me inside my soul
until my shattered existence is whole once again.
Hold me tight in your loving arms until the sun rises in the next millennium.
For I love you from the furtherest depth of my heart my dear JLC.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
I long for your smile,
for the happiness in your eyes,
for your laughter which caresses
My heart deep inside.
I long for your lips
first tenderly on my cheeks,
then moving to my mouth
as only our bodies start to speak.
I long for the passion
When your body’s next to mine,
The intimate unity
For which our souls pine.
I long for you,
Simply you, with your love so sweet,
For to be in your presence
My soul feels complete.
JLC
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
I must go down to the seas again,
To the arms of my beloved,
His hand to hold upon the knoll,
His sweet smile I do covet.
And all I ask is his voice to hear,
Of stories left unsaid,
The blue of his eyes to touch my heart,
His shoulder to rest my head.
JLC
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Long Trek Home
Your sweet lips like fuel,
Applied to my teenage neck,
Reminds me of the long trek,
Back to my remote boarding school.
Your refreshing mannor so kind,
I painted you **** over and over in my teenage mind,
Remember that time and place?
I cherish it more than the immaculate grace.
Thinking of you and that wonderful time and place.
PG
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC