Another day of long hours ahead  for me

Good morning gorgeous!

Read your full disclosure and I admire you even more.
Whoever said all creative people suffer from manic or
clinical depression was out of their minds because you don't.
You prove you don't need to be depressed to write.
Like the you don't smoke and you are no ******.
You are careful what you put in your body
I know you don't do drugs.  
The more I get to know about you the more the butterflies
in my stomach tell me I'm right.
You read that part right.
I still have butterflies when I think of you
but at the same time I feel at ease when we on net chat.
Big confession coming up.
I've always wanted someone like you in my life.
A woman who's gorgeous, highly intelligent, has her
**** together, doesn't cake on make up, has confidence,
loves herself and life, laughs at life and herself, doesn't bore
the hell out of me with drama and much more.
Quite frankly I've always wanted a woman
other women hate and she makes them feel insecure.
That's the woman that has confidence and can
enter a room alone without being self-conscious.
That's how I know you're the woman for me.
Your stalker has been freed but you are not in hiding
I commend you for taking your power back.
I'm guessing you are set to stand your ground if necessary.
I mentioned your name and they know of you
mainly from what they've heard from friends.
Hope you don't mind they did a Google search.
I didn't tell them we were dating it's how my parents are.
They can tell when I'm interested in a lady.
With your images on screen my dad agrees
with me. You are gorgeous!
My mom said "I haven't seen anything
that lovely in a long time!"
My folks have unprejudiced hearts like  me
and yourself and would love meeting you.
Bringing them out to hear you when you
tell me you will be singing.
Hoping you will feel more at ease with my parents
sitting at the table and we finally have a real life
conversation longer than me telling
you how amazing your singing is.
Hope your meeting with your producer went well.
You venturing out in bad weather speaks volumes
about your dedication to what you do.  
The more I know about you Betty Ponder
the hungrier I am to learn more.
I have no doubt you would never keep me
waiting for an hour for lack of something to wear.


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I want you to take as long as you need to decide what you really really want.
I want you to make your decisions without pressure from me .
I want you to know there's no need to starve yourself back to a size zero.
You are special and always the right size to me and I love you unconditionally.
I will love you to my dying day and I've never cared what others thought of me.
I know you know that but I wanted the one who wrote a nasty poem to know.
Not a poet and know it and know what's in your pure and unprejudiced heart.
You are sweetest and the most interesting and fun lady I've ever met and you
still are the only one I want to read to, have snowball fights with and sit by a
warm fire to to stop the chills, spend endless hours talking to, the one with the
gorgeous smile that brightens my day, the one who I love seeing walking in
without an appointment, the one I always put calls on hold for, the one who's voice
makes my heart race when I always answer your calls, the one with the musical laugh
that I can't get enough of. You are the one I want to be in my life even if we are
just friends. You gorgeous one are worth waiting for and growing old waiting for.
All I want for Christmas is your happiness now and forever Betty Ponder.
Never ever forget this, you are the only one I'd eat tofu with and for AND
you are the only one I will ever call a beautiful storm that blew me away.

a pythagorean stance is? savour the few...
                     flu flu flew
away the many, and there are "not" enough
bothersome ones, to attest  to the aclue - i.e. without
a Sherlock.  it's sad to confess that i'm
not model ant but then again: my bicep
is not prone to signatures...
winged hussar that
scared off the turks off vienna...
modernity then!
     why am i an ω-male?
i like to hear the chatter of
                            α-β
holy of holies, and hangovers;
my feet are stench, my tongue
is stolen, bravo!
i can't compete in this environment,
there's no enriching curtsey (court-see;
see what not using diacritical
marks does to you? you flabbergast it!)...
but there i am... unsurprisingly so:
the omega-male listening in
on talk about beta males not getting any...
and alpha males turnings into walruses...
thank ******* time this happened!
quote: quo vadis...
        teutonis militaria...
                             ignis et gladio        
i'm an omega-male... i look at it and clap...
like the remnant of Belzebub within
a fly: rubbing it's tentacle bits,
assured, that all is worthy of cradling
     the definite article.
yes, i, the ω-male (omega)...
         it's no surprise that i'm basically not
gagging for it... there! yonder over y'all
(Kansas tribute)!
   patriarchal Kant, like an adjacent Abraham
with martyr Kleist:
              ω-male, counter to the beta male,
counter to the beta male that counters the alpha
male... basically? beta males gave me
no encouragement... alpha males gave me
no impromptu to attest...
               for all the beatifications of woman
i was assured the most forbidle attestment...
they... all... grow... old...
    and i rather transpire the wrath of tornadoes
than the boundaries of what makes woman...
for the sake of unprejudiced pronoun usage
(as if we were keepers of a promise to
name-shackle a tree to a tree, and then
never mention a twig, a branch, or a matchstick,
or a toothpick)
          woe unto man
and woo unto the other resemblance -
penance unto whoever wrongs the ****** signifier
that it should have been of a higher tier
to begin with...
      yes... to call the dynamism a case of
alphabet...                the case of prominent α
and shadowy β... i already stated my circumstance,
i'm not into passing on my genes!
      i'm an ω-male! the symbol already represents
what i stand for... sitting on my **** and
caring about the α-β dynamism as anyone could
care for a lesson in: if there's anything
important in this world, what, if anything
could it be?
                they really did forget about the ω-male,
and the jesus encyclopedic quote about
alpha and omega... ******* ruffians, stuck in
the beta mode of thinking things out...
learn the opposite... learn the hard way:
not to be so finicky courtesan... as the rule states:
if you can't support them: don't tease them
into fudge-packing your *******
                 for a breather on the weekend.

I see in a midnight blue sky
A dot of silver dancing
Across my vision
And I smile, eyes closed
Making wishes

For a peaceful world
Where no man needs to fear being attacked
For a kind world
Where beggars don't need worry for their next meal
For a safer world
Where children can be free and get to live another day
For an unselfish world
Where people put others over themselves
For an unprejudiced world
Where men are based purely on their character rather than racial or religious status
And above all; For a loving world
Where man sets aside his weapons and truly loves his enemy

Yet as I open my eyes
And gaze intensely
At the ball of gas
Fueling my desire.

My spirit plummets
Down crested to realize
There never was a star
For me to wish upon
Rather a metallic airplane
That rapidly leaves my vision.

And it has taken with it
My childish dreams and hopes
Of a beautiful world I could have shared with you

she is-
red like autumn leaves
lashes skirting fair skies and
a white birch shell
in her cool breeze you will shiver
and your skin will turn bumpy.

you knew her as a little boy.
she, your favorite term
whose embrace once wrapped you up, unprejudiced.
her, a friend and Season,
her passing perfume then
didn’t mind that you were alien.

you know her, still a little boy
as you remember how she was

and see how pretty she is now
how good she smells like fallen leaves.
how her cherry boughs smile
and how her crisp air clings about
your thin and lonely body with ease.

how happy for a while she’ll make you.

as for me, I can have no argument-
I have no leaves to show for.
I am made of only bark
I am so damp and bitter-smelling
like death and dark and Winter’s biting
I am not beautiful with color;
I am barren
and though I too can make you shiver,
my cold will always grab your bones.

You are the only one I need to tell. Smooth, blank, neutral.
You wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Forever waiting.
For I am never exhausted; never will I tire.

Out of my head and out of my heart, in this half existence
I am suspended,
Pen over page.
And you wait, unbiased and unprejudiced, for me:
For me to scar you with my words.

Ah poetry…
Which lifts me and takes me high…
Which gifts me and makes me sigh…

Which knows me and gets me close to real..
Which shows me how great it feels…

Which tells me, it's all explorable…
Which makes me learn, it's all plausible…

Which tells me that it is still real..
Even when it's surreal…

Ah poetry..

Which makes me forget all that is tragic..
Which hence, makes me believe in magic…

Which is a reward, so much, that I succumb to nirvana..
Which is uncensored, so much, that I emote unprejudiced…

Ah poetry..
Till eternity..

Keep encouraging me, more than me…