The idea of you
With her...
She was so beautiful
You couldn't resist
Lioness
Jet black dress
It makes me wonder
How was she
What if I won't do what she would do
If in a moment of weakness
She walked by...
Can I be all you need
Would I satisfy
It makes me realize
I could never do that
Because what if one day
The right guy couldn't stay because you were mine
I know it's in the past
But the thought of her
With you
Brings tears to my eyes
I torture myself
With images of her
And I don't even know what she looks like
I want to be your one and only
But I can't because she took you places I could never go to

basked in unfortunate light;
ungodly hours,
ungodly thoughts.

what hours are godly anyway?

Love is a funny word

I can love my wife, my friends and my kids
Willing to sacrifice my sexuality, my time and my very life
I can love a political idea, my job and my country
Willing to sacrifice friends, family and unity
And I can love sausages

Maybe the Greeks had it right to use various words
It’s hard to know the difference between
“Hiya, luv!”
“Are you alright, love?”
“This is luurve,”
and
“OH YES, I LOVE IT!”

Loving things, people, ideas and experiences
The same and different
Important and prioritised
And what unifies people as well as love?

Love is a funny word
Let’s use it some more

There's something beautiful in the wisdom of the dead
But people tend to wonder what they could have said
So Here's some wisdom from the wise
Don't obsess over the words of time
When time has passed let it go
don't forget what you already know

When in Rome

In the Fontana Dei Guattro Fiumi in the piazza Navona  
I had a cooling dip after coming out of a smoke filled
bar, I stripped, but modestly kept my underwear, on and
watched over by an elderly patrolman, who wasn’t looking
for promotion, he knew everyone on his turf and when
needed he didn’t see a thing which was good for keeping
The peace. Dawn and the local market opened, I had oven
fresh bread and cheese; coffee, also a grappa to stave off
A slight chill after my shower I sat with my eyes half closed
listening to the voice of humanity and it was good to be alive.
Walking back to my little hotel I saw the police officer
again he was spoken to a ******* she smiled and said good morning
I did like-ways; it’s handy to have a friendly lawman on my side.
I went to bed, a window open and white
curtains moving the breeze, listening to the outside noises,
and drifting on the ocean of dreamy sleep, I knew I would wake up
at noon by the aroma of Italian food.

Where I do greet the day,
birds chirp and sky lightens.
Words wrapped in mind disrobed
to be mirrored by waking self.

They tickle page like new suns rays.
They come to anoint a page
and celebrate a new day.

A day as your pair of eyes visit
and I feel grateful.


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