"A word of advice toward a question that
someday you maybe asked.
It has to do with pictures of you, and your
loved one that were taken in the past.
You smiled when saying cheese,
then you noticed a flash.
Both there with scenery in the back round,
still as can be, with no hint of sound.
Friends look on with the past
of both of you.
Then the question maybe asked.
"After the picture was taken, what did you do"?
I too was asked that question, and seemed to
never know.
This was a question that i needed to answer,
i just couldn't let it go.
Sometime had passed, and this all happened
again.
This time i was prepared as the picture
was in the hands of a friend.
I could of said many things,
at one time i was going to make up a list.
But my answer was simple. My wife, and i
agreed that we would always "KISS"....

"I'm alone in this world, with god
by my side.
I miss the hugs, the kisses, and the roller coaster rides.
To be kids once again, surrounded with all that joy.
Choosing sides for a baseball game, and never wanting to let
go of your favorite toy.
Time had passed so quickly, like so many leaves that fall
from the trees.
They float through the air, then are blown away
just as the recent years.
Memories company my loneliness, some
wonderful, some sad.
Yet it's the memory of you that makes my
alone seem it's not all that bad."

"Love can be a drink of water when your body yearns for thirst.
Or a view of a skyline while the sun lightens up your face.
A thought of meeting your Prince Charming fills the mind with Love,
and a future that awaits, with babies, and skates, and pretty white doves.
Love comes in many flavors.
What will yours be?
The taste of strawberry lipstick on her lips was the flavor for me.
Yes Love is always in the air, and it had found me.
It brushed up against my face with your kiss, as your eyes closed to
the color of the deep blue sea."

I have been kind, and received kindness.
I have been cared for, and taught to care for others.
I have been given, and understand the feeling of want.
I now give to others, for them to understand the feeling of need
I have been loved, and never capable to hate.
I have been Blessed, and capable to share love.
I have been wise, and gifted others with my wisdom.
I have been a joker, and brought frowns to smiles.
I have been a sinner, and now forgiven.
I have been forgiving others who have sinned against me.
I have been praying for all to become.
I have been thankful for all who has prayed for me to be "COMPLETE"....

"We stand on the street corner,
i look at you with a stare.
The light will soon turn green,and in
seconds you will no longer be their.
My heart no longer sleeps with each step
as you walk away.
A crowd shuffles in, your gone.
Will you ever appear to me some other day?"

"I sit in despair,  looking everywhere.
Your no longer there.
The tears are upon me, yet
you know where to find me.
It's not fair that this love i have for you
lingers only in me, taken quickly as a leaf
falling from it's tree.
The pain never subsides, because of
dreams that seem so alive.
Your with me when i sleep, alone when i awake.
Taking days, day by day, until the lord has me to take."

"The Heart Of A Bully
can never be revealed,
Until the *** of a Bully
is kicked."!!!!

"We fought in the land of Viet-Nam,
to come home to a world of strangers.
They spit, they cursed, and fingered me,
calling us baby killers.
Our tears never showed,
and our voices were silent.
We stood proud of our country,
so they live free in it.
Years have past, but the wounds still live.
People now salute me, for the life i offered to give."

"I'm sitting here thinking of there.
There is where i would love to be.
There, can you tell me where?
How will i get there?
What is it that's there?
Why should i even care?
What's so important that makes me what to
leave here?
Just a thought of being here, and wanting to go there,
does produce a little fear.
It's a fear of not knowing if you belong there.
New Jersey is the there of the where i want to be,
and Linda is of my care for whom i want to see,
but the question is. "Does she want to be with me?"

"Your ancestors left their Italy lands for a better
life here in the States.
They multiplied, shared their lives to make homes for
people of their same faith.
Planting many seeds to watch their gardens grow.
Their children were the flowers.
Many Italian Hearts will glow.
With you planted in Brooklyn.
It's beauty was of a girl whom iv'e grown to know.
Your gardeners nurtured you with love,
to make sure a **** would never grow.
In time, your Italian Heart traveled in distance to meet up
with mine.
Our friendship poured smooth, like a bottle of vintage wine.
Two glasses stay full up until this day,
because of your ancestors leaving their Italy lands,
and giving us a better way."

"A blackbird flew my way, another then arrived.
I looked over at the pond, to see a duck with her children close by her side.
Geese now captured my eyes, and ears as twelve noised above.
Landing on the flickering diamond waters, chasing away a small family of Doves.
Sparrows filled the sky's in bunches, only then i was led to believe.
All wildlife stays with-in themselves, as do the trees, and their leaves.
We are animals too, but choose to mingle outside of our own.
Could this be their secret to keep harmony,
and us thriving for the power of the thrown?
To notice their peace when soaring in flight,
makes me wonder of human wars, and our never ending fights.
They are labeled wildlife, and we being civil,
but after seeing a small part of their world,
could it be, we are the wild, and they are the civil?"

"Life can be so strange.
Seconds turn into minutes, hours to days,
weeks to months, months to years.
So many have passed, and our flesh has never touched.
With all this time our lives have gone on,
with my thoughts of you filling the air.
At the same time i day dream, to hope i find you their?
I ask of the wind to deliver my thoughts, as my life runs it's course?
Thoughts do leave minds in search for a home to find.
You, my childhood friend. Can this thought of you ever end?
Will the wind breeze through you,
To have you think of me again?

"I met a girl today, with just her picture in front of me.
Her beauty is so pleasurable, and so is her Poetry."....

"What do i say to you when my Someday arrives?
Should i speak of my tears, and all the nights i cried?
The world went on, as though you were never gone,
but when Manilow sings, the memories are now only mine.
I will tell you of the days after you passed away.
It left us all crippled, and the pain found it's place to stay.
The weeks, and months flew by, we stopped asking why.
Your spirit now lives on earth. Your soul above the sky's.
And when "My Someday" arrives.
I will speak. I will be their.
I will say only to you. "I love you, my dear."....

"We met on a sunny afternoon a short time ago.
It then became a yesterday when we parted,
and replaced with a heavy soul.
The day was filled with two lives,
and what life had to offer,
grabbing every second we had,
hoping it will all last forever.
Days do end, but Yesterday's are Forever.
The food, the wine, and you, blending in with
the ocean view.
Can it be some what of a Miracle given a day so beautiful?
Or more so a Miracle that can never be taken away.".....

"The red light brought my car to a halt.
You looked at me, i looked at you,
the light turned green, you  turned left,
i turned right, never to see you no more."

"At 10 years old the emotion of like became love.
For the first time i felt an adult in me, but not looking at
my baseball glove.
I shook my head, and looked at her again,.
She smiled, as i greened." ....

"I sit, i think as each day goes by.
Your here, your near with so much to say.
Silent conversation fills my mind.
Words spoken softly, with your mouth, and lips of a dusty dry.
I would offer you a liquid to moisten them for you,
rather a kiss is born, as i hoped for too.
We are far, but so close, yet i feel your hand in mine,
but not feeling your flesh, seems like a horrid crime.
A breeze comes in from the east,
the location of where you live.
The fragrance of the Jersey Shore surrounds me
on that day we drove to our secret abyss.
An unforgettable day will soon be replaced,
as for now this distant relationship will end,
then again we become face to face."

"There were times that you whispered in my ear.
Telling me how you loved me,
and me thanking God for allowing me to hear.
Your whispers followed with a soft kiss,
always thinking how special of a gift.
touching my lips,
i dared not to resist.
We then parted, and stared with your fragrance filling the air.
All becoming a part of me, and the taste of you everywhere.
Now being left alone, but with the above that i write.
To have "Heard" you, "Touch" you, "Smell," and "Taste" you,
Are the "SENSES" that i could never live without."

"I sat in a restaurant waiting for my order to arrive,
In between a day dream, i glanced over my shoulder, and witnessed
tears coming out of a young man's eyes.
His right hand clutched in hers as she pulled away,
i was able to read her lips. "I have nothing more to say."
She excused herself, stood up, and slowly walked toward me,
looking into my eyes, she bowed her head, and softly said.
"Dam it, he still has my apartment key."
My lunch arrived as he sits their and cries.
I feel his pain, i once played that game.
The only difference was.
It was i who said the goodbye's.
We always hear of the girl with a broken heart.
"Boys Hearts Get Broken Too"

"She paid us a visit, and showed us her strength.
We sat in the darkness not knowing what to expect.
Our minds travels into fear, on a road leading us to it's despair.
And our heartbeats just a bit faster, shifting us into second gear.
In minutes we suddenly became aware of the strangers that are out their.
No longer thinking of ourselves, but thoughts on how we should care.
Yes Sandy paid us a visit, and showed us of her hurricane strength.,
but as her winds calmed down, we walked through the streets of the homeless,
And educated Sandy of our Human Strength."

"I once passed a roach to Jim Morrison,
without the Doors ever noticing, 
under the bleaches of a High School football game
before the half time show.
A friend of mine was a witness, as Jim took a hit real slow..
I was about to reach up, and take it from him,
but he shoved it in his mouth, and smiled the biggest grin.
Upset i was, i can't say that i wasn't.
I wanted it as a souvenier, it would
make great conversation with friends in my senior year.
I questioned him. I asked. I said. "Jim why"??
With his ****** face blood shot eyes. He replied.
"Everything in this world must die."

"We looked in the pet shop window, after having lunch 
with Linda, and Sam.
The little pup placed his paw on the glass.
as my wife reached down with her hand.
The twinkle in her eye i noticed quickly,
it was a reminder when she first looked at me.
Let's be on our way i say. Let's be on our way.
Why? she asked me.
The answer was "A Tragedy."
Your headed for a Tragedy.
We argued for awhile, away went her smile,
i did what i had to do. I'm sure you know of the out come.
We named her Toto 2.
The years have past. They flew by so fast, as we sat sadly by her side.
The future Tragedy i spoke, was of the dog, but my wife was the one who died."

"Yes i'm cold, and so very angry.
Never having a word to say,
no one ever to know whats inside of me.
Central Park is my home, and i'm welcomed to stay.
A tour guide with a handful of people visit me day after day.
You may think i'm homeless. That's not the case you see.
I'm just a statue in a New York park, where the birds make
a mess of me."

"Another morning without you.
I don't know if i can make it through another day.
You've been here so many days before,
now i just stare, and wish you come to open my closed door.
It's been Gray Days since you left me,
My heart, and soul lost, not knowing where they should be.
As i sit alone with these bare walls that once held memories
of you, and me, pictures of places when in love, and free.
Everywhere i walk my imagination feels your their,
hanging on to my broken heart, that needs to be repaired.
And the sun don't shine.
I stop, surrounded by all the Gray around me,
with tears starting to fall from my face.
Take Away The Gray Days.
Let me see the sun again to bring me back to the days of you, and me.
Please Take Away The Gray Days, and give me back how it used to be.
For now i'll just wait, and pray that you,
Take Away The Gray Days."

"To walk on wet sand with thundering waves exploding at our side.
Feeling it's ocean spray shower us as we stare into the sun, and the sky.
Boats in the distance with a fish at the end of a fisherman's reel,
his friends showing support as they scream, and cheer.
We both know that a story of the catch will take place tonight,
as they sit around the fire pit on the beach in the moonlight.
The punchline of a joke will bring laughter to the air,
with two lovers making out by the cliffs, and whispers of their friends saying.
"Look. Over their."
As the moon starts it's decline, bidding everyone a good night,
the flaming ashes that once were in flight, are too nowhere in sight.
We leave in pairs holding ourselves firm and tight,
as we rush to our rooms to make love, close our eyes, and call it a night.
All weekends come to an end as does the beach, the sun, and the sand,
but the memories will last forever, with a smile, and a kiss, as i planted a Rose in her hand"...

"We flew through the air like a flock of birds in flight.
Days became weeks,
the end was nowhere in sight.
Dreams entered our minds,
we prayed that our goals came true.
They did.
One by one.
It gave us so much more to look forward too.
"TIME never pauses. "Time" never stops.
It can only be controlled with a simple snap shot.
Treasure your photo's, you just had "TIME" standing still.
Your years will come and go,
but your photograph's never will."

"She's always their.
Pushing everything aside,
never forgetting where she came from,
her priority is too care.
They'ed lay down their life,
making sure their children would grow.
Never to think of herself,
so the blood in them will always flow.
Are you those Mom's that we have known all these years?  
Then your children are the Blessed one's
For it was you who fixed their boo, boo's,
and dried their tears."

"A summer day in August, with the sun brightening  a dark
blue sky.
You became a perfumed breeze that walked by.
You caught my eye.
"An August Wind" guided you to me.
I felt the warmth of it's touch.
We walked for hours, we spoke of so much.
Smiles, and laughter showed up on our first date that night.
It was felt by two, it was right.
Love at first sight.
Every August i think of that day with you in that wind,
and your perfume presence in the air.
Many times i imagine the smell of your fragrance.
I look, but your no longer their."...

"So hard to let love go.
You try, and try, but the negative always shows.
Family, and a friend show their concern with a pat on the back,
and a voice crying out. "Don't worry it's going to be all right."
Eventually is like a clock that stopped in time.
Love is a quickly needed emotion, it's branded in the mind.
Will a heart someday come knocking at my door?
Will she have the magic that i patiently wait for?
Memories of my past will always be my present,
but can my  now present become my memories of my future?
Excuse me. Theirs a knock at my door!!

"It's minutes til morning, do you think of me there?
Weeks have past. To me lonely Sunrises.
And the fragrance of you no longer fills my air.
My thoughts of you are riddled, a puzzle with missing pieces.
Never knowing of your feelings, feelings joined with hugs, and kisses.
Do you think of our once upon a time kisses, our laughter behind
closed doors?
You scratching my back, Then me wanting to scratch yours.
Morning has now fully arrived.
Another lonely sunrise for me to see.
Will she ever again call?
In this moment, by any chance is she thinking of me?..
      "I WONDER"......

"The winter chill of death past through our love 3 years ago,
but my heart never lost it's summer after glow.
A love so wonderful in every way.
A love so wonderful that death took away.
With us being so young, not old enough to understand why,
I cry, i cry. with my words of goodbye.
Some lovers loose their way, but live until eternity,
Ours found it's way, but two hearts were set free.
Unfair you might say.
Reasons why i told you i loved you everyday.
Always fearful for when death takes us away."

"A droplet appears from your eye while caressing the cheek of your face.
It's presence, loved one's notice, and questions of what's taking place?
The tear knew of the problem before the questions began,
The answers locked in it's liquid, that can only be told through man.
If A Tear Can Speak many stories would be told. It's knowledge of the truth,
when lies were being sold.
When a tragedy occurs, and people are told of the news, a tear is never to speak, but only to show what comes out of being abused.
Yes we all know that a tear can't speak, but it's silence symbol
of happy or sad, when they decide to flow, soaking your cheeks."

"Monster Storms, fishes floating, birds falling from the sky.
Yes, something is happening here.
Social lives are shut off, but the computers stay on.
Our children loosing touch, their emotions turning into dust.
Yes something is happening here.
Violence, and corruption.
*** a big part of it too.
Ratings to the TV "CEO's".. What do your children think, and see in you?
Everywhere we turn their's a negative in the air.
The world is constantly complaining.
Something's happening here.
Terrorist's are all around us, a new gang being born each day.
Our streets unsafe, babies dying.
They need a place to play.
The power people made this happen,
they turn their backs on the crime.
All the good liquids in the world are now turning into slime.
They live their lives day by day,  hoping that the problems
would just go away.
I need to stop. I believe i'll leave it right here.
Only one question we all need to ask.
Is-----
                               "SOMETHING  HAPPENING   HERE"???

"She walked through Palestine streets of dusty dirt, and clay,
tired from the long hot days, a ******* they all say.
Living the life of sin, to her their was no other way,
until the day she met a man they called Jesus,
His love directed her to a brand new way.
A tiredness came over him, he stopped, and had to rest.
The now lady washed his feet, cleansed his body to show
a love she now possessed.
Faith was true, his kindness was sweet.
Magdalene sensed an up coming defeat.
Magdalene's Love was strong, she fought herself to let him go.
Questions of why, she would never ever ask.
She excepted to keep it in her past.
Feeling bewildered for so many years,
knowing her love for him will always grow.
Mary Magdalene loved Jesus.
And we in the world will always know."....

"For years i bowed before you, but never understanding why.
You were a man we all spoke of, but a part of me would run , and hide.
You've given me years of thought.
You planted me in your soil.
I began to grow. You nurtured me so.
It's never to late to eat from your plate, iv'e learned that from you.
Your teachings made me a better man, i now hold your hand.
"I Bow Before You Now."
Thinking of you always, and what you have done.
To have died for me, and my loved one's, to give up your only son.
I give my respect, and give you what you expect.
"I Bow Before You Now."....

" I wanted you forever, like the wind.
Never to think our book would come to an end.
Certainties at times can't be understood,
we make it our best to try.
It begins to hurt so bad i start to question why?
To have so much joy, and showing how much we cared.
Then came your last breath, i'm left now with only what we shared.
Thinking of all the time we spend.
I can only wish to have them back again.
Never to look into your eyes, never to see you smile.
Did you hear me when i said goodbye?
Memories now follow me throughout my days.
places we both visited, a shadow replaces you as it leads me to stray.
Though i am at peace. I do know where you are.
The comfort  is relaxing when i look up, and place you above the stars.
My eyes now come to a close as i visualize your smile.
I only wish i knew, is if you heard me when i said goodbye."

"You said goodbye, a year has past, i pleaded for the answer why?
Your here today, asking to stay. Shall i now say  my goodbye?
Love runs deep through your veins, yet mine went off to play.
Like a child in a sand box, toys where everywhere, but none
like you swept me away.
I played for awhile, some were left in a pile never more for me to see.
To think of those days when i was your toy, walking away from me.
Are we just toys for playful times to then be put on a shelf when bored?
Or can we be the favorite one, only and always to be adored?
I love you. Let's play!!!

"Many Thirst for the water, many thirst for the love,
so many thirst for success, and the power of being above..
Still. How many thirst for "The Word" that will fill your cup each day?
This is the Thirst that is needed, it's near you in so many ways.
It will enter your ears with having your mouth much to say.
It's a Thirst that fills the soul, leading you to a bright, and better day.
I now drink of this Thirst, and all has come true.
You drink of this Thirst, and find your cup being filled too.".....

"I spoke to an Angel.
As a matter of fact i shook his hand.
He said a couple i knew asked him to pray over my wife Jo Anne.
Six months was all she had left. No cure was in sight.
So we prayed, and asked Our Father to help us with this fight.
I walked Pastor De Angelus to the door to give thanks, and said goodnight.
He then shook my hand, and said. "Don'y worry, she's going to be alright.
The visit had ended, i'm home, and on the phone.
Talking to the couple giving thanks, and feeling so alone.
For they have no recollection of Pastor De Angelus, and my wife even being their.
Chills went through my spine, as the Pastors name went through my mind.
De Angelus, De Angelus, i questioned myself twice.
The Angel, The Angel, was the answer that came to me that night.
Months went by, and my wife became well.
Doctors could not understand, and Pastor De Angelus was never found.
Never able to tell."

"A day of rain with a fireplace at it's highest glow.
A wife sitting on a chair that she seems to call her own.
A book placed in her hands as she turns to the next page,
and me in the most quietest atmosphere while i day dream on a comfortable couch.
Silence fills the air, as i stare.
She takes in a breath as Happiness enters the room.
My mind wonders in it.
For it knows of our love, and understanding we share in these
times of silence."

"Unwrap the Glad bag gently, and lift up Gods newest baby angel.
Free her from the woods where no toddler should ever lay.
Place her gently beneath your wings, and fly her to the Heavens
where she can once again play.
Allow her to know of the world, and how we all cared.
Tell her of our tears turning into smiles once justice is prevailed.
When she's comfortable in the Heavens have her meet "WINNIE THE POOH,"
Give her the life that was taken, and her favorite Teddy too.
Such a beautiful little girl with a name to match.
Caylee Marie Anthony your butterfly will fly.
One that we will never catch."

"I feel a warm breeze approaching, it's settling over God's land.
Angel Mouths are coming, coming to give us a hand.
Listen to their praise, their words we need to hear.,
Absorb them in your souls, for a new life will appear.
Don't be afraid they come in peace
Sent from up above, to open hearts, and minds,
Explaining Our Lords love.
Many of us don't listen, we seem to turn them away,
someday you may need them, for they will always be here to stay.
Angel Mouths are coming, Angel Mouths are here,
listen to their praise, their words we need to hear.
Their words must flow like blood pumped directly to your heart.
That's where Our Lord lives, he's been their from the start.
God's world is at a threshold, we feel his pain each day,
but an Angel Mouth keeps praying for the pain to go away.
We need to take them in, and praise the work they do,
for we are all God's children. He needs our praise too.
Angel Mouths are coming, we all know that they are here.
Listen to their praise, their words we need to hear.
If you should ever feel broken with your world falling into doubt.
Quickly. Fall to your knees, look up to the sky, and become an
ANGEL MOUTH."....

"We forever praise the artists for the paintings that they display.
The beauty of their work when their brushes dance to reveal an Ocean Spray.
The sunset grabs two lovers hearts from the Canvas for them to see.
They stare while holding hands, their minds are suddenly set free.
We've had our Da Vinchi's, Picasso's, and Van Gogh's , but without the creation of "THE CANVAS" would their ever of been a Michael Angelo?
For now we come to the artist whom never received any such praise,
yet his creation of Earth became his Canvas, and stage.
The visions of beauty was for the artists to see, but all the paintings
were originally God's, making them all possible, for you, and for me"..