I am incurable romantic. I live in a world of my own.  I live in the turn of the 20th century where ladies are ladies and gentlemen are gentlemen and ladies worn dresses, skirts, and beautiful lace blouses and pearls. Gentlemen did not think of *** until they married the girl.  The gentlemen gives flowers to their ladies and they sit on their parent's swing.
They take walks around the block during autumn , summer and spring.

Gone all the days of the incurable romantics, gone all the days of the morals and values, because society is in such decay it is sorry to see it  go down hill.

One more lonely Christime time becuse you are not by side,
I sit here on Chritmas Eve bu let no see me cry
My heart is broke, my spirit gone, How can Christmas be so glad
when I don't have you anymore.
Just another Christmas time I wish we were together
you are spending with the angels and I spending i alone
because I have not been called home. I hope it is soon because I want to be with your celestial  heaven.

I  can not be your friend after you left me to die.
I can not be your friend because all you have is *** on your mind,
You were 51 years old and taking ****** does not that tell you something that your *** life is over.
You used me for *** and for money, and then cheated behind my back with other ****** women that you could use for *** and their money. They contacted me and asked me to take you back. You went from one woman to the next on those ****** online dating sites looking for women that were widows or single and with money. You were not honest with them that you were homeless.  You call yourself a Christian think again. I can never your friend.

Friends we shall never be, not after you left me. You left me to pursue a pipe dream down in Nashville, Tennessee and you are still not employed and doing the Room In The Inn where all the homeless go and ride from bus to bus if you are lucky to draw a number every night and if not you go back to the men's mission and have to wait to get a shower ticket and bed. Is this your way of fun I don't think it is very funny and you dream will never come true of becoming a musician at 58 years old. You have no verifiable work history so how are you going to get security work even.
You live off your Church of Christ and use women for their money and *** and maybe you will get a STD and that will be the end of you. You and I will never be friends again but I am your mortal enemy.

Looking for my soul-mate
oh where could he be,
I don't want another man that will cheat on me,
I don't want another who just thinks about ***,
I want my soul-mate to love for what I am.
I am far from perfect and I know I have many flaws
But I have a heart of gold and some call me an angel sent from down above,
I don' want a man who will use me for my money, I want a man who is incurable romantic. He loves romantic movies, and wants to travel back in time.  I want to feel that romantic love one last time.
I want a man with no attachments to him at all, I just want him and me and that is simply all.
I want my soul-mate to share my faith, and understand when I am out and down. He will understand my pain and I will be there for him not forsake him.
Looking for my soul-mate I doubt I will ever find my soul-mate.

No more happy holidays since the day you died,
No more happy holidays all I do is cry
When I think of those 12 years we spent together
I wish I could go back in time
Bring you back to me and be happy again once again
because you were the best I ever had and my heart broke
in two when I took you off the life support it was to say good bye.
I stood by and watched you leave and my heart broke into I know you knew I loved you and I always will and still do.
I miss you Frank.

I tried to love you, I tried very hard,
but you did not understand  my incurable romantic heart,
You gave me no flowers, no Christmas, Valentine, or Easter
Cards, and you gave no birthday cards as well.
All you thought about was your ****** needs,
You did not think about how to please me
To you it was Slam, Blam, thank you Ma''am
it was not making love between two heart and souls,
you just wanted ****** release
You were Clingy, selfish, thoughtless, and did not think of me
you would not give me space when I asked for it.
When you did not get your way you cheated on me and thought it was okay.
You did not understand that I needed time to grieve over someone who loved for 12 years you see. You pouted like a little boy which meant to me you are nothing but a Peter Pan.
The only thing you thought about was being a want to be musician in Nashville. You are still homeless without a home and left me to die on my own. One thing you don't know about I am like a Phoenix Bird you see. I will rise from the ashes you will see and when I am ready I will find that special soul mate God made especially for me.  I tried to love you but I could not because you are not incurable romantic.

There is some one I love but he does not love me. I just wish he knew how I felt for him.  We met one or twice and we are now just friends but we are both incurable romantics and are poets as well.
We both believe we come from a different time and era. We believe the same way about our passion in writing.
He hurt me three times and the last time hurt me bad. I forgave him for that and the love is still there.
He calls me his angel, his best friend, and he values my opinion when he writes his poetry and short stories.  He is cute but vain, and he knows i very well. I just wish he felt the same way for me as well.
We are 12 years of age apart and he means the world to me but he does not feel the same way for me.
He lives with his mother and father you see and until he moves out he will never have a girl friend you see.
He works as a hospital transporter as work, and I am happy he is happy that he is able to work.
I encourage him to write because he has promise you see and I am his angel as I was meant to me.
He is the one I really love but it is not meant to be.

Thanksgiving Poem of 2014 and here I sit alone. You took off in June and abandon me, and then you ask that I befriend you. I ask my friends they tell me no because you can't be trusted once again. You are still unemployed, chasing a pipe dream of becoming a musician which will never be.  You want to be friends but what did you do you changed your cell phone number on me and blocked me out of your face-book.  Homeless you are and take it as a joke when it is quite serious I can tell you that.
Thanksgiving 2014 was lonely indeed but Thanksgiving of 2015 will be quite different you see.  I am working on me now and then when I am through I hope to have my soul mate too. Someone who will love me for what I am and who I am and not change me into a woman I can't be.
They will love me for better or worse, sickness and in health, rich and poor, until death do we part.  Thanksgiving 2014 was different to me but I still thank God for everything he has done and will do for me.

I have met so many men that are Peter Pans, they simply refuse to grow up. They live off women and cheat behind their backs. These women are faithful but the men are not it seems so. They think it is alright to live off women and never to work again.

These men are Peter Pans because they are Mama's boys. They live at home at the age of  47 and never try to live on their own.
Peter Pans please grow up are one day you will experience homeless like me. It is not a pleasant experience I can assure you I promise you that.

Every song and poem I post represents a part of my life, future not yet, but certainly past and present.  My music reflects what I am going through presently and what I have gone through in the past. I don't have a crystal ball so I can't see what will happen in the future. I am not a fortune teller or Gypsy so  I leave my future up to the Lord to determine.
So far, my life is a total disaster and I hope next year 2015 it is better than 2014 ever was.

JIM CROCE LYRICS
Play Music
"Time In A Bottle"

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with

Soul-Mate, where are you? Are you out there looking for me
as I am looking for you.
I need a soul-mate that can be true. I need a soul-mate who is
incurable romantic like me, is there such a man please let know .
Soul-Mate can be talk through the night, can resolve our problems
by compromise and not by fight.
Can we agree on many things like making love, and health too.
Because my soul-mate I have my health problems too.
Can you be strong and stay by side rather run away like a chicken in flight.
Can you hold me when I need to be held, and tell me all will be well.
Soul-Mate will you share my faith and go to Mass with me as well.
Can be give and take equally and not use each other you see.
I will you my heart if you give my yours and we will spend the rest of our lives together until it is time to leave this earth.
Death do us part we will see each go and meet each other in a better world.
Soul-Mate I am looking for you or you looking for me. I hope you are looking just like me.

I fell a  part when I lost you. We were together for 12 wonderful years and  then the person you most despised made him and I homeless and he had he Gaul to ask me to become his wife. He had no job, he could offer me no  stable life, he disrespected our  faith which we shared in common. He never made attempt to better himself and then he cheats on me behind my back and leaves me in Chicago to die. All our friends said he was a coward because he just left me without saying good bye. He said he was a Christian but believed in cheating behind my back and womanized to on the internet. You tried to tell me to send him back and I am sorry I hurt you and I wish you were here so I could I apologize in person to you.  You were right about him. I am sorry I hurt you.

A Poet's life is a life of solitary. You are alone with your words and alone with your stories. You are  alone by choice and you have the need to write because it is a calling and a vocation for life. It is not a profession  it does not pay much but it is what you are called to do because you must  express yourself, Each piece of poetry tells a story of something that goes on in your life story.
Heart break, depression, loneliness, too, love, desperation and even the deep thought of suicide too. It tells when you break up with a boy/girl friend, and tell when you start a new life too and when it begins.
The Poet's life is one of loneliness but this is how we work and we have chosen this path for a very good reason.  No one can distraction us, because we must write we are all Poets that tell of our lives.