Today I had the day free, I decided to jump in my car and drive up to
Maryland to pick something up. The drive was therapeutic. It's been a tough week and I needed to clear my mind. I started back around 7:30 but by 8:30 I was sleepy and there was a thunderstorm brewing.

I decided it was time to stop and get coffee and something to eat. As I walked in the diner, said hello to an elderly woman sitting in the booth across from me. She said hello back and we struck up a conversation.

We talked or rather she talked and I listened. She told me about her husband and how he had passed away and I kinda reminded her of him when he was a lot younger lol She beamed with love and affection ....even if sad that he was gone. Her heart was beautiful as a flower.

We joked about a few things and then she got up to leave. She said, "Young man, thank you for listening to this old lady. You are very sweet, please tell your mother that she did well.

I assured her I enjoyed the conversation and asked her to be safe going home.

Twenty minutes later, I went to pay my bill and was told, " mom took care of it...she's sweet like that, I was told”

I teared up as I got back in my car. You never know how lonely people are and how much just caring enough to listen will mean to them.

Life is short.... Don't squander any chance to be Kind.

Baby , Please forgive me
For my clumsiness  
   For the overflowed
      Cup of heart
          For the fresh
             picked flowers
                With all the thorne
                  still attached
For the never ending
     Love letters ,
          For the breakfast
             In bed,
The foot massage
  To get your morning started.
                    Baby,  Please forgive me
           For the overwhelming,
             Phone messages to just
                Say I love you.
please forgive me
   For all the
      selfless things I do
         the sleepless nights
              Because I cannot rid
                    Not even for a brief
                            The good thoughts of you
                         Please forgive me
                     For my clumsiness
                 Because baby ,
It’s not that I’m a clumsy man
         It’s Just that I’ve never
     Been in love before

And
I’m in love with you

Searching the whole wide web for my Queen.
           A 100 likesd

A 100 winks
                  
             A 100 waves

                     A 100 hearts

                          A 100 poked


                                A 100 Tweets


                                          A 100 comments


                                                     A 100 Smiles


Have me wonder if my future Queen somewhere deep in my inbox still left unread.

On her
Sweet velvet
Flaming red leaves
As I took a glimpse
Into her eyes
Suddenly,
I fall and rest
Oh my,
Such  a beautiful feeling
For the soul,
She feels like fall.

I’ve been a self assured
Confident man
In everything I do
I’m the master of my mind
And I choose to focus
In only the positive things
Around me
The great people
The powerful lessons
The countless opportunities
I believe in myself and abilities
My thoughts are positive
And bring light into my life
And perhaps others,
Yes At times I grieve I struggle
But I never allow it to break me
I Welcome everyday with love
gratitude and peace
I kept strong
That’s what I do
No matter the pain
No matter the joy
I choose to write
my own story

The happiest poets I know,
Are those who bleeds
Their Emotional abuse
To give rise to their
Emotional  intelligence
In the abyss of the ugliest of all


             And All
                          And All
                                         And All


              
             And All
                          And All
                                         And All



             And All
                          And All
                                         And All

The
Beauty
          Of
Getting
            Older
                  Is
              That ,
                 You
         Become immune
                   To all
                       The *******.
They just don’t excite me anymore.

Be tender to your woman
Guide her but do not yank her
Be kind , protect her
do not treat her harshly
Do not groom her into your Kind of her,
know that perfection Is just perception
Perceive her perfectly in all imperfection
Know that she’s not a scared mouse with no voice
She is growing, blossoming, learning , expressing , becoming who she intends to be
Let her be , feminine , fluid, free like the ocean
Be tender with your woman my man
Be her man she will nourish you
She will love you, honor you and give herself to you in complete loyalty, because you have not tried to straighten what was meant to curve,
please let your lady curve , let her curve , let her curve
She’ll appreciate you , she’ll adore you and
She’ll give you a life that a king could only dream of
Be tender with your woman my man ,
be tender be tender my man.

I love the 3:00 AM  

Moonshine thirsty.

Version  of people.

Happy.

Vulnerable.

Honest.

Real.

Because only three types of people who can't look at you in the eyes:
🔹Someone trying to hide a lie,
🔹Someone trying to hide a love 💙
🔹Someone trying to stab you in the back 🔸

Sometimes
         Life
               Is
                  About
                             Risking
                                          Everything
        
                          For
                               A
                                  Dream
                                             No
                                                  Else
                                                         Can
                                                                See.

Lusting
Is not
Loving

Flirting
Is not
Listening

Touching
Is not
Feeling

Unless,
Lusting
Flirting
Touching
Are enabled by a
Keen desire to love unconditionally

Like a flower,
A corpse
In the scorching heat
Of summer
Clipping wings
Off bones
Sweet bourbons
kisses goodbye
Felt like
A Summery slow death
If I must admit
Running from cruelty feelings
Only to jumped
Into autumn misery
Perfect weather
If you’re a vulture
The kind of love
you only dream of in storms
False excitement,
All ten fingers
Caressing Rosaries
Not a second later only to be
Struck  by flowing stones
As her kiss showed its teeth
Crushed out of air
Only to get high on spanish fly
Written in Haitian cursives
The language of death
These Silly rabbits,
These fu* heartbreakers
They have never learnt,
Forevermore forgotten
Feathers do grow back
There isn’t a single day
I’m not eying the blue sky
Of love,  no matter the weather
Gosh ,
I’m always misunderstood

I spent my entire youth, fighting , killing, and sometimes even died in the hot deserts floor , in the search of freedom. To only discover in the end that only in deaths that freedom truly exist.

When life gets tough,
What spills over?
Is it
Anger,
Bitterness,
Sadness,
Harsh words
What’s your reactions?
What  would you say
If I told you
YOU could create a state of happiness
Every day
Because reality is
Life provides the cup
We get to choose how to fill it
regardless of life’s challenges
And what is happening
In the world around you
What would you say to me?
Would you take the time
To ask me how?
Or would you
Continuing in your bitterness

🦅
         here I am
Sitting on a branch
A bird who just got back
        Looking   around
         The neighborhood
        For a bit of a snack.
       I tweet,I whistle, do what
   birds do with all
  The other birds who flocked here
  Like a bird.The voices in my head
     I would like to stay for a while
     Taking in the sights do what birds do
         In pursuit of delights but as I look    
            Around to my dismay I notice a
              Slower flow something’s changed
               Here on the ground below  
                    It seems like our words
                      Has stuck.     In a rut
                        With no        End in
                       Sight feeding      Us a
               Tasteless     Error 502
         Instead of.  The delight
     Bird food.   That we crave

Love is a gamble
      I for one cannot resist.
            A thousand memories
                   Of pain and lost
                        Still,
                             I would risk it all,
                                  Over and over again
                                      
    
                      

                                            ALL,

                                         For You.

They’ve said
When the heart is weak
The mind tango along
Temptation whispers
Then it shouts
I know to desire
Something I shouldn’t have
Is against all my beliefs
But I must admit
What a delightful scenery
She almost reminded me
Of the crab cakes dinner I enjoyed
Last night
Plumped and juicy
Just couldn’t wait
To get my fine *** home and
Sink my teeth into them
But anyway
Let me explain
I took a glimpsed towards her
Oh boy I drooled and drooled
Like the lobster bisque chowder
Or was it the New England ?
That's besides the point
I swear
Everybody ought to try some
But anyway
Her cherry painted lips ,
looked so pleasurably plumped
Just like a New Zealand mussels
In other words the best money can buy
Her exotic profile had
My mind running wild like fine wine
Made it almost unbearable
To control my emotions
I’ve said hello
Unexpectedly
She smiled and winked at me
Quickly, I’ve made my way towards her
Quicker than a Maryland hard shell *****
running away for it’s life
Secondarily Conversations sparked
And let me tell you this,
She sounded confused and in disbelief as I was
I’ve asked her what was on the menu
She expressed
She wasn’t sure what to get
For everything seems
So deliciously appetizing  
As she stared into my soul from head to toe
And for sure you know I had to return the favor
Suddenly,
I couldn’t help thinking
Hoping for a small chance
That She would make me
Part of her menu
Wishful thinking I tell you
Body smelled so tastefully satisfying
Just like cotton candies
Just the way I like it
Her Peanut butter complexion
Forevermore drove me insane
Hair resembled black pasta
Originated from Italy
The natural glow of
Her skin reminded me
Of my favorite olive oil
Imported out of India
I can almost taste the aroma
I started to imagined
Her kiss tasting
Like Strawberry smoothie
Simply delish
She shook my hand
Told me her name
Was Filet Mignon
I couldn’t help noticed
Her touched felt
Just like an Angel cake
And the lord knows
How much I adore Angel cakes
Especially when accompanied by
The perfect bananas split
Butter pecan sundae for desert
I tell you wouldn’t that be
The perfect treat
Sweet with the right
Amount of sour
I bet she is foreign
Her outfit was
So delightfully intriguing
Like a whole Maine naked lobster out the shell
And I must say,
It’s been a while
Since I’ve traveled abroad
And luckily
In her flirtatious ways
From time to time
I would noticed her taken
A seductive glimpsed towards me
Like I’m some sort of toothsome
Seafood salad
Maybe she is hungry
Just as I am
And
Being the generous
Gentleman that I am
It would’ve been
My desire
To feed her hunger
And perhaps,
She could provide
The main course
As I provide the deserts
Just the way she loves it
And of course to top it off
Caramel Candy stick
always on the menu
If that’s what her heart desired
Now as it seems like
We both have the perfect ingredients
That’s needed
For an awesome enjoyable meal
All that needs to happen
Is for us to nut
Out of the grocery store
And noodle into a place
Where we can start cooking
The perfect meal
And I guarantee it would’ve been the best meal of her life!