I thought that you were the one
To make me love again
until I heard your doubtful voice
as you said to her
She is just a friend
Only my friend

Fire burn!

I suppose this tattoo on my leg is a reminder
That I was once a fool .
Your name

My dedication to you
Inscription
I love you
Was I insane?

I really do remember those happy sun filled days
When we played outside to sundown
Using lots of profanity language like drunken sailors

I never knew the meaning of most of those words
However as kids we spoke those curse words with ease
a few of them still remain in my memory banks
Amene ta mere pourque je te refasse"
and Salope

I think we might be the last generation who got to play
Outside that late,
I asked my daughter two days ago to take the dogs outside
For an early morning walk
the response I got from her
Felt like if I asked her to go and robbed a bank
She boldly said to me mom
this is a team work,

He scratches my back and I scratch his
Why do I have to walk the mutt?
Because I said so child!

He hates it when I talk ***** during ***
So how can I tell him that he uses the wrong code
*** is not like texting
You mess up no auto *******

Man's sinful nature gives Satan great power
I see their faces,
I read their shared thoughts.
Anxiety is a human trait that reflects hate into extreme fears
because of money, fame, power
we compose
and disclose
or darkest  secrets without those noticeable twitch
~~
One small question remains
Who is going to be here to pass the next baton?
Injustice!
~
Pardon me; do you have any Grey Poupon?
No!
Only watered-down ketchup
Because only the young die young

I am the unknown poet
Trying to survive amongst the poet of poets
I am always woven word and thoughts
with whatever is on my mind

I go down by the river,
the rocks and
Crawly creatures speak to me in a poetic way
The moon and the stars
Crusade against my poetic ways of
Saying goodnight to them

I visited the highest mountain in my mind
I felt those waves of ****** ecstasy
So I said what it is,
Is what it is?
I am an unknown poet who seek adventure
The one who see the world in colors,
even when the clouds
Are gray and rain never seem to seize
Because
the very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure
I have a fear of deep water,
So, I never allowed my mind to
Take me under the deep blue sea
Where a school of tilapia nibbling at my feet
where the dolphins out bid its leaders for a piece of me

I am the unknown poet
trying to survive amongst the poet of all times
I am always woven word and thoughts
With whatever is on my mind
And it’s mostly for inner peace

Where are you tonight Irish Eyes?
come
use your lip to airbrush my body
Let it be
a mere transformation of a frog into a Goddess
use gentle strokes to activates
my wildest ****** fantasies
~
Stroke me, tease me upon my request
From my head to toes no time to rest
Airbrush my body with admiration.
Let it be your only salutation

I am your
dark rose from the garden
all eyes are upon you.
tonight we shall share something beautiful
my pink satin sheet  that never generates such heat
At last!
Our bodies unfold into a night of ****** fantasies
making love to you is going to be so easy.
Could Morning bring a new beginning?
~
Move slowly upon my request and trace my curve
tonight I am your mistress, your wife,
and most of all
your Goddess amongst the mist
Harden the steel of your love for me
Where are you tonight Irish eyes?
Where are you?
'