I looked around me                                              

For a noble man

Someone who could lead

A man a child could trust

Some man who never cheated

A man not owned by money

Some man who wouldn't lie

A man a child would trust

Some man that loves his God

Well he was hard to find

I looked at all the presidents

In the past United States

I evaluated judges and lawyers

I checked out sailors, doctors and  farmers

Just for one honest man

But none of them met the criteria

Until I remembered

Perhaps there is one

Just maybe…just maybe…

Barrack Obama


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­I believe time will bear that out.
That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

Make that putt
he yelled
from the
jalousie window
above.
Make that putt .
I may have
given it
to you
but your
opponents
obviously
know you well.
You missed
a foot
going
what makes
you think
you’ll make it
coming back.
Make that putt.
Don’t pick it up.
I haven’t
given it
to you.
Make that putt.
Earn the right
to pick
the ball up
on a gimme.
Does the rest
of your game
****, too?
Make that
****
putt, will ya!!

All troubled and all alone
Taking this road so unknown
No lights, So dark and Lonely
Then I close my eyes, It's you I see

Take me to your Rosary
Bring me to our sanctuary

Though I'm alone, traveling this road
That from this, I feel my head will explode
I know that at the end of this journey
You'll be there, Smiling, waiting for me

Sail the sea, and climb the mountains
In the desert, You'll be my fountain
La fuente de mi amor
Vivid feeling, I won't ask for more
I will come with you if you take me
And fly away to your 'Rosary'

Learning how to be alone
is an art.
I do not mean
with, without
a lover.

Learn how to
be alone in
your self.

feel the skin
the way your soul
fits in
your bones.

rest there

like water
and stay as
it tugs
for the
longer you
can stand
it,

the stronger you
will be
when you
journey to
Stars.

In the attic we come across
winters long gone. By light
from a bare light bulb
we learn what life makes
of children all grown up.

It's suicide to own you forever,
Time is just offering now or never.
I bet my life just for this season
Just to feel you even for millisecond.

Once you smile I sight the other side of universe,
then if I could lose you now,ill be stucked in reverse.
I can be one of your star love,
Just assure me You're my moon

I can't breathe now
I'm gasping,
I need your second
I can live to your millisecond.

I live in my skin
acutely aware
and suffer a voice in my brain,
a demon or such
who’s there to deceive,
his goal is to make me insane.
He leaves those alone
who don’t seem to feel,
those zombies who live in a dream,
He mocks their dull lives
and simple retreats
while I bear the weight of his beam.
His whispering thoughts
are constantly there,
they haunt and they curse late at night,
while zombies asleep
on opposite sides
of chasms are dreaming they’re right.
To narrow the gap
of this great divide
I must find a place in-between,
to build me a room
with comfortable chairs
and settle my soul with routine,
The problem it seems
is “see-saw syndrome”,
there’s no stopping once in the air,
I get to the point
where I might find rest
then freefall back down to despair.

We live,
We die,
And between we merely survive.

There was a calm felt before the storm
and also some uneasiness in every form
a hushed anticipation of what was soon to be
perhaps a fateful outcome of each one’s destiny.

During this time it became very dark and foreboding
that everything around lost all its charm and standing.
Suddenly there were flashes of lightning and clashes of thunder,
which rolled from the clouds, seen and heard by all there under.

Then a strong wind blew and a heavy rain began to fall
lashing onto everything around as it turned into a squall.
As the tempest raged on in a crescendo and reached its peak;
turning day into night and night into day, all seemed so bleak.

There many creatures all scampered and sought the safety of shelter,
out of the maelstrom unleashed by nature, in a state of helter-skelter.
They all knew their places when it came to that threat of danger;
out of harms reach they tried to flee even if it was with a stranger.

After the storm had spent all its fury and slowly subsided
a calm settled in again which had lately just been divided.
And all appeared to have been molested and somewhat shaken
as light broke through the clouds to make that day re-awaken.

While the storm in its wake seemed to have wreaked much devastation
the forces which had come into play reminded one of the act of creation,
when those seeds of life were implanted ages ago at the very beginning,
causing all things to gradually spring into existence with some meaning.

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she
is what she is meant to be,
she is the sensuality
of her femininity,
she
seeks beauty in all
she sees,
her essence is complex simplicity,
she
is contradictory,
she is all
that's satisfactory,
in her days
and in her dreams,
she
is lovely,
loving me,
she
is everything,
woman,
perfectly
a precious, priceless,
part of
me
that is
she.
_
Femininity
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