The ***** woman

I remember, a long, long time ago
I asked my granddad: what it is about us
the ***** woman

what we do, what we wear,
how we speak and the way we move
that intimidates them

“Let them talk about us
the others

The way they talk, the way they walk
the way in which they sip tea,
tip their hats and say howdy

I looked into Granddad blue's eyes
and saw the raging fire of life.

I allow my mind to
take me back to that time:
I knew and love the best: that dance
When my feet move like a pro dancer
Smooth and glamorous and elegant to the quickstep
Was it the music, or was it the love in both our romantic heart
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Everyone needs that inspiration and strength to go
back in time: and see the real us.
together we outshine: them all
here, I am reliving the down, down beats
we share so many swashbuckling moments
ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,
beat!, beat! Beat!
goes my poetic  heart.
We were one with the music………….
Happy, happy days.

I stood by the window of my bedroom and watch him
walk down the street:  his bald head shine
brighter than the sun today: I thought that his
presence would have affected me: instead I felt a sense of grief
Suddenly, my thoughts turn to a spiritual war fare
the pleasures of sin are only for a season
It passes with time: that was seven years ago
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  However, his body language was a dead giveaway
I moved away from the window and glance at his side of the bed
I sighed and walk to the kitchen.
I picked up the envelope he slid under the door
What a low blow to one’s heart
Knowingly, we once loved each other
I stood by the window of my bedroom and watch him
walk down the street:
we never play for keeps

What’s my main focus?
Is to find the key that open all doors
The key to harmony, and longevity,
My ending is now my beginning
My past is never to be mention
A new sun shall rises in the east
And the north wind shall
Swipe a new path that I shall follow
My new life has just begun
What am I looking for.. is out there

The maybe, I should have, only ifs'
Doubtful thoughts
Shall scattered to the wind,
I only listen to the wind
For the signal
resolution
The golden key is mind.


Hurricane Sandy I thank you
for making me a stronger person today

Remember hurricane  Sandy 10/29/12

Sunday Morning blues

RIO DE JANEIRO all nights or LAS VEGAS nightlife
After two-three glasses of twisted Ice lemon
Or was it an Alabama Slammer which cut like a knife

My days and nights felt like a freight train ride
And that no lie!

I remember the Cuban Bulldog who bite me
three years ago, in Kissimmee;
which left me more than a little weak
those feisty drinks

Or was it that wicked, wacky Long Island Ice coffee
Which almost has done me in?
After, watching a news clips of Momar Kadafi
or was it an episode of Friends

Luckily, for me I met my sweet Marlin Brando
And it was hallelujah and amen in Key Largo
So many bartenders, so many smokes filled rooms
So, once again here I am nursing
Another Sunday mornings blues.

I woke up this morning: feeling so hot and sticky
therefore, I decided to wash my car,
In addition, I was having so much fun: under the sun

The soapsuds, became uncontrollable
I struggled: to keep my short, above my knee.
Up came Officer Bentley and busted me
for indecent exposure on private property

The morning comes a minute too soon
Before my R E M cycle has finished kicked in
I wasn’t mentally prepare to face another day
So, here I am once again: undone

The autumn leaves blanket the cold October ground
  covering Jack' o lantern face and my front lawn
While my candid thoughts were on Halloween spooky night song
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The loud screams, of trick or treats,
was heard all around this gloomy town
small tots all dress up in hideous costumes
once more my thoughts consume
black coffins,  black spiders and black werewolves,
the most creepiest sound and display on route 69
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Grown folks hiding behind the masks of darkness
another long night of evil spirits, ghosts and witches
on the darkest night of the year..
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Toddlers with Tiaras are on the verge of tears
what a lose-lose situation:
from beginning to end
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October is the time for frightening masks:
November is the season for hideous farm killings
Doom day is coming;
I welcome all of you to the darkest time of the year;
Happy Halloween, happy Halloween
Happy Halloween my global friends