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Remember when We
talked about it
l'll bear your children
One day...

We will have Girls
You said
It will be OK

No rush
8 years Together
Before we both Agreed..
2 little She's were Born
Cute as they could Be

Now their Growing Up
not as easy
As it once Was..
Trouble is
I did not Understand
Your Judgement...
Because

Based on Days
Good or Bad
then
you can have your say
When Life is Great they are
Your Girls..
A Fathers Pride and Joy..

When Things get Tough,
it's a Rough Day..
they are Mine
All Mine
when Your' Annoyed

They are
Your Girls
you Yell At Me
Come
Take them Away

Doesn't matter
Never matters
if it's Night
or Day

So they are Mine?
Yes, My Girls
I am proud to say
Through Thick and Thin
Through Anything
I am Here to Stay

My Girls
Really?
As if it Didn't take 2

Yes they are My
Our Girls...
Wonder where that
Leaves You



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All Rights Reserved.
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baby girl
grown up now
again on her own
magnificent in her being
has become a tortured soul

some things don't seem fair
shouldn't have happened this way
are things as they should be?
that's what the wise ones say

watching your
sweet love child struggle
to make it through each day
such heart break to see a life
unfold this way

I hope and I pray
I hope and pray each and every day
she will choose this life
that she will choose to stay



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All Rights Reserved.
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color buff..honey, mellow
sandy beach
soft 'n creamy
golden yellow

cascading the horizon 
rising to take flight
illuminous
radiant desert
in full moons sight

soft curves flowing
bending in
to roll out
over muscles
planes, ridges
territories
luscious, full, round

breath of air brings coolness
with it's gentle touch
warmth settles down
soft, relaxing
cloak wrapped 'round

my skin is my protector
the space I live within
the most
vulnerable part of me
exposed for all to see

so soft, luscious to the touch
sensitive beyond compare
holds memories, desires
of moments
wondrous
exquisite shares


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All Rights Reserved.
My Skin
I do not cherish what I see
mayhem and confusion  
strewn before Me

everything is on edge
ready to explode
If we keep a lid on it
it will surely implode

heart in throat
pulse pounds
crickets go quite
time to hit the ground

My skin
it crawls
anticipating
secrets to be revealed
the truth is much too painful

Leave My body
so as Not To Feel


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All Rights Reserved.
Mayhem
trees wrapped in lights glitter
shine and sparkle under moons night
open land, expansive
to run
to slide
snow so white and soft like clouds
absorbs our bodies fall

pines and firs a canopy
casting gaze on all below
branch tips wrapped in delicate ice
magic wands
hovering o're our heads
this eve of moonlit glow


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Winter Everywhere!!!!:-)
Mauve is my favorite Color
A sister to Burgundy,
dusty Rose, soft Purple hues..
Love variations of Creams,
buttery Golden Yellows,
Blues, Teals, Pinks and Crimson

Not so much..the Primaries.
So very saturated and bright,
What captives my attention
is the endless, sumptuous possibilities
blending of spectrums and
hues providing me the most delight

Huge fan of Black...
A non-color
the definitive definition defining
lack of all Color.
Which is actually a dichotomy...
As to create black is to chose a base tone
Then blending a series of other Colors
So that every black
The exception being formulations
becomes a variation of a theme..

The debate continues,
If Black is truly the definition
of lack there of, therefore not deserving the title
of being a Color, where does that leave those that insist that Black is their's (favorite)?
Hmmm, maybe Black is my favorite Color too...
A fascination with Colors
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