Janet
You feel her like a minstral wind
Warm and zelous, vibrant, and on fire
Enticing enchantments dwell on Ingersoll hill, past on from a Tilbury state of mind
Randy
A tradesman biding for currency, whilst holding satire court through rose coloured glasses
They meet, time stops, a reset has been fathomed
For tender love is emerging with torrents of wild, primal, passion flashing premonitions
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 8:31 PM UTC
Christmas is here
It's been a long year
Lord knows it was pretty *****
Hurricanes and Hornets
SpaceX and trump
They came and repoed my car
A good thing occured you can be rest assured
I met the girl of my dream
She fills my heart with the spirit of Love
I think we will be a great team
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
Where time stops and timelessness begins
Where kisses last forever and a day
Where butterflies flutter and Cupids hover
Where the fever is high and on fire
Where our hearts burn with desire
Where we lay down together pitching woo
Where pain goes to die, loneliness retire
Where Goats n Monkeys make eyes at each other
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 10:39 PM UTC
So there I was, submerged in the essence of a lady
Unsuspecting of what was about to transpire.
It happened while I was getting lost in her human beauty. I touched her hand so softly and I gazed into her eyes.
Her soul appeared to me guided by my subconsciousness I invited her to linger in my imagination like a spell.
Not unlike a 3Dimage comes forward when you move ever so slightly,
I saw her inner beauty and it took my breath away.
Then she kissed me, and I kissed her back.
and the world flashed.
Thoughts of Those Little Kisses make me smile and give me hope.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
I touched your hand and something stirred inside me,
I touched your hand again, and life flashed before my eyes
I touched your hand, then I held your hand so softly,
I touched your hand and I looked into your eyes
Your fingers long with shiny splender,
Held manaquinicully still
With an electrifying auro that
sparkles enchantment,
Coveting your secrets of thrill
Sheltered by innocence
Protected with fear
With love they open at will
I touched your hand in a dream last night
When I woke you were suddenly gone
I touched your hand and you disappeared like magic
The inevitable end to my song
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Her voice, it's echoing, in the chambers of my brain,
Her eyes, they shine, hazel and pure as rain
A taste of pleasure, my blood will run so hot,
When eyes unite in a forts night we plot
No not I wonder, I'm pale and lost without her
Nor can I please insatiable desire for her till
The forts night we plot, and our hearts will beat together.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
I witnessed a breathtaking sunrise this morning
So very pretty that one glance made me smile, and it reminded me of your smile, and it made me think of you
Just the other day I watched a person do something very kind for someone they did not know, my heart swelled, and my tears welled, and it made me think of you
I heard of joke the other day that made me laugh so hard my belly ached, but in a good way, then I remembered your infectious laugh, and it made me think of you
I saw a fancy sports car with curvy sleek lines that made it look like it was going a hundred miles an hour sitting still, then I stared to imagine you driving it, and it made me think of you
Through my travels I encountered a bouquet of roses, so I reached for a smell, they were lovely sweet, and I started to think of the wonderful perfume you wore just for me, and it made me think of you
I layed my head down to sleep last night and I noticed how soft my pillow was, and as I snuggled up to it I remembered snuggling with you, and it made me think of you
I watched a movie just the other day where the world was being destroyed, a man was risking his life to save the woman he loves, as I watched I began to fantasize the man was me, and the woman was you, and it made me think of you
I took a deep breath today, and as I felt my chest rise and my lungs began to fill with life giving air, I wished my heart could fill up too, except with your presence, and it made me think of you.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
My Fairy Tale Life Is Over
And I just can't believe it's true
My world is collapsing and falling apart
I feel lost, I feel lonely and blue
Maybe its a nightmare and soon I will open
My eyes to the way that we were
Loving and caring and helping each other
So happy, so safe, and secure
If I am dreaming, and our love we still share
I'll wake her with kiss and desire
She'll pull me in deep and whisper so soft
Her voice sets my heart on fire
I waited my life she was always the one
But now I am empty and I'm coming undone
My Fairy Tale Life is over
And reality is driving insane
The beautiful colours that were filling my eyes
Have now blackend and filled up with pain
The stereo sounds that once tickled my ears
Now screech with guilt I succumb
My soft touch for her is no longer needed, my fingers are useless and numb
My Fairy Tale Life Is Over I fear
I feel dead, alone, and afraid
For I am the reason it's come to the end
And my life is the price I have paid
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
She rides a badass Harley and she doesn't give a **** about what the neighbors are saying, because she lives her life not worrying about judgements of the image they say she's portraying
But then on the other hand…
She loves bubble baths and babies, flora and fauna, manicures, pedicures and dancing, she likes holding hands and soft gentle kisses and she thinks poetry is totally romancing
But then on the other, other hand…
I've seen her fire a 44 Magnum and i can tell you, her targets are rarely missed
And the way she shifts a standard transmission she says it's done with flick of the wrist
But then on the other, other, other hand...
She speaks very softly with a pretty little voice, and her whisper is enchanting and crisp, her favorite thing is to snuggle real close, and the ways of the philanthropist
But then on the other, other, other, other hand...
She knows how to plow a field for growing, and shes shoveled her share of **** shes not afraid to dress a deep wound, or drink wiskey, or swear, or spit
She manages an office full of egos and divas, she hires and fires at will, and if your stupid you'll threaten her loved ones, shell definitely maime or ****
But…………..
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
What's that you say, I'm a very nice person? No credit to me if you please
For the way that i am is how mother made me, and her name is Agnes Louise
She sacrificed all raising 5 little monsters, without ever asking for squat
She never gave up on any of us, and now we live what was taught
Shes been a best friend to all of her children, always a shoulder to cry on
But when we were wrong we feared her hands, that would teach us right from wrong
Through example we learned how to work very hard, through painful and difficult conditions
With honesty, respect, and the good Lords help, we carry forth all her traditions
She nurses the wounded and saves the abused when no one else seems to care
She taught us compassion for all God's creatures, to help overcome their despair
So if your thinking were a wonderful lot I thank you but need you to listen
We're only a product of Agnes Louise
From the woman our lifes have been given.
Thank You Mother Dear
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC