Laugh in the face of melancholy,
Stand beneath pouring rain.
Overcome past folly,
So as to remain.
Learn to embrace yourself;
Then you can help others.
In the shoes of someone else,
The thoughts you’d gather.
If time is as they say,
We may even change,
Yesterday.
Origami time... rearrange,
My paradigm.
Shift my thoughts and actions,
To something more sublime.
Equal and opposite reactions,
Newton-ion example.
We have finite time,
But it is ample.
Doesn’t give peace of mind,
Simply a mystery of existence.
There is no rewind,
Just an opportunity for persistence.
Try to grow,
Help others.
Inside you know,
We need each other.

Shed my skin,
and bare my soul.  
  
Lead me not into the night,
  for I will not be broken.  

Poetry is my salvation.

Lie there on my bed and don’t make a sound. Don’t make a single move as my fingers slowly ****** your skin. I can sense the fire building inside of you as each touch of my hands make you sigh. I lay soft strokes on the tips of your ******* and I hear you gasp as I run little circles on your *******. Feel that single finger down the side of your neck, and then down between your *******? That is just to tease you, as I know you want them to be touched again.

Feel another finger up and down each of your sides and toward the spot just below your navel. Go ahead and arch that back of yours as you anticipate my finger moving down to your flower. I will not go there just yet, as I want you to beg me to go there and I know it won’t be long before you do.

Do you want me to touch you down there? Let me hear you let out that soft “Yes. Please.” I move my hand further down and as I reached your special place I want you to let out a moan. Then I will move a single finger inside of you and when I touch your button both your body and your breath will **** and then you will let out that sweet sigh of yours to let me know you feel me. I start with one finger and then two inside of you. My thumb starts rubbing on your button and it won’t be long until your ****** will come for me. As it hits I feel your juices begin to flow onto my fingers. I move a single finger to my mouth and I taste your sweet flavor before moving it back down to enjoy more of your sweetness

I can tell you are trying to remain in control of your reactions, but resistance is futile at my hands little one. I am taking all of that away from you and taking control, so you may as well surrender now and just enjoy the feelings. You are becoming undone by my masterful hands and I can feel you giving in to it all. Lay there and enjoy everything that is being done to you. Spread those legs wider as each moment passes and go ahead and grab that pillow if you must and squeeze it hard into your chest as you feel yourself being taken to another wave at my hands.

As I finish with my work on your body, I move my head between your legs. Look me in the eyes as I do this and I let me see that you have given in. Tell me you need to feel me inside of you now. As you do, I slowly insert my tongue and your body takes me inside and your arms come up around my back. You pull me into you completely and let out a gasp. Now start moving that body with my every lick into you. Let me feel you surrender. Let me know you are mine as our bodies come together over and over in our lust. We become one in this perfect moment and nothing else exists. Just the two of us and our passion. Just the feeling of my tongue entering you and filling you as you have never felt before, touching nerves that have never been touched and your heart giving in to me now and forever as you surrender everything that you are to me.

As we reach our ****** together our bodies share these wonderful few moments as one soul and one love. You give me your most precious gift and I take it with pleasure and respect for you. As we still move together with each final twist of my tongue, each kiss we share comes straight from our hearts. You have become mine this night and you will be mine now and forever.

A Library Burns.....
When Someone Dies.....
What Will I...Leave Behind?.....
Are You My Only, Lonely Witness.....
To A Life Gone Untold.....
Will My Legacy Unfold.....
Will My World Be Put On Hold,...Or Sold.....
To The Highest Bidder?.....
All My Laughter, The Tears.....
All My Triumphs, The Fears.....
All My Heartaches, Via-pain.....
Are You The Only Witness To Remember My Name?.....
A Whole Library Burns.....
When Somebody Dies.....
What Will I,,, Leave Behind?.....
Hopefully,.....

None of us are getting out of this world alive,
  so please, stop treating yourself as an afterthought.
Eat delicious food.  Walk in the sunshine.
  Jump in the ocean.  Say the truth that you're carrying
  in your heart like a hidden treasure.
Be silly.  Be kind.  Be weird.
  There's no time for anything else.

Those traits of light, those centellas that charge with magic the dawn, food of the sun in glow, those live, with pain or peace inside.
Night Flowers are, although so beautiful, ephemeral suffer their heartburn, because if one day is the century of roses, one night is the age of the stars.
Therefore, spring fugitive, already our evil and already our good is inferred, registration is ours in an uncertain sunrise, but, may the sun die or live.

If you limit your
choices only to what
SEEMS possible
or reasonable,
you DISCONNECT yourself
from what you
TRULY WANT.  
And all that is left
is COMPROMISE.

"Even the nicest people have their limits. Don't try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest people when they've had enough”

Listen to your OWN voice
  to your OWN soul
too many people listen
  to the noise of the world
instead of themselves

It's not that I just think of you, every now and then,
Or that I sometimes hope that I, will see you once again.
It's not that you're the late night thought, I try to keep at bay,
Or that I wonder how you are, when I start my day.
It's not that I wish you were here, when I feel alone,
It is that I look for you, in an empty room,
And that since you walked away, all I see is gloom.
It is that I overthink, everything you said,
And that no matter what I try, you're always in my head.
It is that everything I think, and all the things I do,
are drained and soaked and coloured black, by the loss of you.

"If I am lost, find me but do not ask me to come back just yet.  
Sit with me in this lost place and maybe you will understand why I come here too often, what draws me to my Neverland.  
Find me, but bring me back when I am ready.  
Maybe you will get to know me a little better.  
Maybe we can get lost together."

The hard part is that I lost myself. In the midst of life happening all around me, I lost the ability to be okay, I lost the ability to trust. I lost the ability to love myself, and when that happens, you lose everything. And when the one person in the entire world who loves you unconditionally is gone, then you start wondering who will love you? And then when you start wondering, you get scared that you have to even ask that question. But since you have already asked yourself that, you can’t ignore it. Who will love you now? Who could possibly love everything about you, now that the only person in the world who could, is gone? Hell, you don’t even love yourself. Why would someone else? And then when you realize that, the relationship you’re in seems pointless. Because you start believing that they won’t ever be able to withstand your problems and craziness. And then that snowballs to even more insecurities and fear, and you feel trapped in this broken body that can’t ever be healed. And then you feel lost, torn, broken, unfixable, damaged, and like nothing in the entire world could ever possibly be okay again. Because you know from the past, that even when everything seems okay, another devastating blow comes around again and knocks you back down. So you feel even smaller, even weaker. By that point you’re at the bottom, you’re looking up in tears, ready to scream for help. But you’re not sure who’s going to be there, and if the person who does show up, is going to be the person you need, the person who’s going to pick you up and help you heal. And then you realize again, that you lost yourself. That in the midst of life happening all around you, you lost the ability to be okay.

"Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with."

Just love me that I need to feel the heat of your kisses and caresses that already a long time ago
Love me in this distance so far that did not reach the sky with the hands that the clouds do not turn off my light
Yes. The feeling of the air that caresses me every part of my only love without missing anything to anyone and the cold fills my cravings, that the clouds do not cover the air that breathed when I caress love me that I am full of love, I need your delivery that The heart distinguish with the caress of your hands Angel, my being, like the volcano that grows inside me I love you in poetry and deliver me in letters written with the soul, love me in this distance so much love to give and the whisper of the wind hear my Regrets for lack of love is drying the sea panting this my being so sublime in me is love me no. Say more than in my ranting touching the sky I'm desecrating the horizon with the cry of my feeling love me so I'm just a simple mortal, who loves without measure and bristle your skin in these letters feel so throbbing and vibrate my trembling legs is to be touched, by your anxious hands I cried in a whimpering scream and feel my wet run between your lips, just love me

Our eyes meet, our thoughts are one
our bodies move in sync
with each caress

Our hearts, our souls
is the source of our passion
becoming consumed with each touch

Our love is mutual,
unconditional and complete,
she gives her love as I give her mine

Our love will forever live
like the stars with an endless shine
as the ecstasy of love live forever within us

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speaks.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart has grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with a glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like flashes of lightning that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
The impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speaks.

I'll make love to you...
I will make every part of your soul tremble...
I will strip your mind with verses of the soul...
I will touch your lips with ink from the heart, I will make you wet my pen with your lips, I want you to be mine a night for you to be reflected in my pages, I want to touch you with my words so that my hands are jealous Who are you and make you mine, I want to touch bottom to enter your heart, why have you made my letters become simple ink to the touch of your voice, I close my eyes because my heart is restless doesn't stop shaking what will it be
It will be that this is called beating, today I will leave you marked, you will be my slave because I will make the scripts be my strings, get ready because in your body will be written this story of love, between verses, rhymes and simple letters with Ink, so I'll make you love from the soul to be... mine forever.

The world is so beautiful now
Though I never thought it could be true
But everywhere I look these days
I can’t see anyone but you

Your touch fills my every wish
Your kisses bring me calm
Looking in your eyes is my life
Being in your arms is my home

No matter where I go
No matter what I do
My heart is so full now
Because it’s always loving you

I often find myself just standing here and silently watching you as you get ready in the evening. I am always amazed at how truly beautiful you are. How each move you make is like an artist as you put everything in its perfect place on that beautiful body of yours. I take pause as my heart fills with the love that I have for you and I feel the pride well up in my chest because out of all the men in this world you somehow chose me to share your life with. I still don’t understand it, but I say a quiet little thanks to God every time.

I could never explain it to you, but the beauty that you carry has overtaken me in a way that I have never imagined I could ever feel in this heart of mine. You came into my life and showed me what being loved and appreciated can do for a man. You gave me a purpose where I thought there was none. You have made me want to be a better man both for you and for myself. Of all the gifts you could have given to me, the gift of your love is one truly made of magic. I would lay down my life for you and my last breath would be used to say I love only you.

At night, when you’re laying next to me and your skin is touching mine it brings to me thoughts of how it must feel to be underwater to near drowning and to finally coming up to take a life-saving breath. I love the way you give yourself to me with trust and without fear in your heart and how you show me love and appreciation in the fact that you know I would never let anything bad happen to you.

I am truly blessed to have such a love in my life and I will always pray every night that I always have it here in my world.

So as I watch you there in all your grace preparing for a night out together, I smile knowing that every eye will be on you. Every man there will wish he had you and I know no matter how much they may look at you and no matter how much they may want you, it will be me that you come home with and give your love to when that door closes. That makes me feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world. I know that I am because I have you and I have your love.

I was born during
The new moon phase
Of the lunar cycle.
Under the sign of Aries.

Naively optimistic
The stars of the heavens
Sparkle in my eyes.

A never-ending
Passionate enthusiasm
For ideas, causes, and love.

Always leading me
And those who follow
On grand adventures.

A strong imagination
And a willingness to act
Before thinking things through,
May make for some mistakes.

Yet this is the way
That feels most right
And is the secret
For keeping me happy.

You’re lying here close to me in the quiet
Our kisses making our hearts feel as one
The heat builds deep down inside of us
The hunger and ache won’t be far behind

My hands slowly trace every inch of your skin
My mouth is finding all the best places to kiss
I’m licking and tasting you as your body reacts
My tongue is on your ******* as your ******* become *****

I know I’m pleasing you as I feel you begin to lose control
Your body is shivering and quivering like it never has before
Your moans are getting louder as I feast on your places divine
I feel the heat of your desire building as I make you mine

Your hands are on my head as I taste your sweet flower
Your legs quiver and squeeze together as you feel each lick
You’re biting your lip hard as you grab a fist full of my hair
Your head is moving back and forth as you lose all control

My loving on your flower has brought the chill bumps to life
My tongue finding every place you’ve wanted me to find
Now that I have your parts throbbing the time has come
My body moves in to take what I have claimed as my own

Your hips start to lift as you feel my tongue moving deep inside you
You dig your nails into my back as you feel yourself getting close
Your screams fill the room as your ****** hits you completely
You feel me filling you and you know you’re now mine

I once found myself standing in the middle, daggers being thrown from left and right. I took each one straight in the gut, trying to save your heart and defend my own; I stood alone.

In the midst of the shade thrown over like gray sticking permanent, I learned how to stay in my light by walking away from the gray in the middle. The gray does not own me. It never did.

Those daggers were meant for me, but really only launched from a place of someone else’s self-induced pity turned to pain. Well, let it rain. I will stand soaked in whatever pours my way, smiling and unaffected by a version of me told from the mouths of someone who never knew me but thrives on stories told like gospel, hands up, praising rumors as if speaking in tongues, ear to ear, makes it true. I feel for you.

I feel for me more. I found peace in my pieces, grace in the chaos I never asked for and calm in the storm I have always been. I dug through my pain, kept the pieces I created with my own hands and threw the ones away that was not mine to carry.

There will always be people who paint a picture of you with colors that don’t hold true and that’s okay. Let them carry the weight of those colors in their own heart, while you stay true to you.

You, with your beautiful colors, your mosaic pieces, your heart... made whole with its grace, with its peace, with undying honesty. You, with your gracious soul, your unmovable loyalty, be a masterpiece that never tries to defend its own colors to anyone who never saw the pain in your pieces, but only heard about it and couldn’t wait to smear it thick in gray, save it for a rainy day, and try to shine like you always have.

Don’t ever apologize for a version of you written by someone else. Be you and know, nobody can shake your grace or your peace from the roots of you. Your heart.. it is a masterpiece.

I taste the color of us
on my lips, in the thick
Red love smeared upon my skin.
Arrange me in fiery hues
and place me along the relics
on shelves long forgotten.
Come back and cast me
into the coolest shadows.
Draw the lines from my soul.
If I am nothing else, dear
lover, make me a masterpiece
and hang me, as you will.

I do not get used to this world of expensive things, cheap people, values on sale, feelings in liquidation and hearts in bankruptcy. That's what we expect, not get used to it. And the best way to not get used to it, is showing that things are expensive while people are willing to pay for it, people are cheap when they have a price, of value, the values are down, when the ambition is placed before the feelings, feelings in liquidation are, when hope is lost. And so hope that those who wait will not count the hours. And while we are still waiting, hope is not lost. That someday love arrives, that when it arrives it will materialize and be almost perfect, have patience when you think you have found it, that the one that goes away becomes full than the one you share, do not be disappointed with the one you already have, be eternal, and that every night is a honeymoon. And while we continue waiting, we do not lack the desire to move forward, that all dreams, at some point become reality. That the makeup does not extinguish your smile, that the baggage does not ballast your wings, that the calendar does not come in a hurry, that the dictionary stops the bullets, that the blinds correct the dawn, that the desire wins, longing and the I can, Let those who wait not to count the hours, let those who will die of fear. Let the end of the world surprise you dancing, let the stage fill you with success, Never know how, or when you are flying, just fly. That a genuine heart does not go out of style, that the autumns gild your skin, that truths do not have complexes, that lies look like a lie, that mirrors do not give you reason, that you take advantage of looking at what you see. Do not worry about you helplessness, that every dinner is your last supper, that being brave does not come out so expensive, that being a coward is not worth it. Do not buy for less than anything, do not sell love without thorns, do not fall asleep with fairy tales, do not close the bar on the corner. That in spite of everything, while you wait, be yourself and that your authenticity is your greatest trophy.

Me! If your wicked little girl who eats every inch of your body in these dark nights the one who is a demon in your burning wishes, quenching your thoughts on the nights of madness, that I am the evil who enjoys your living flesh throbbing between my lips succumb to The high hell calsinandose among the lowest passions... in my hells.

Me your little girl. Profane your body with the delight of my cravings itself,...
Turning it into a sublime, ecstasy between beehives of the hells that consumes, every space,
From your virile member ami craving
Devouring your skin in my cavída putting and pulling every moan, of our feeling.... between the walls screaming and moaning in this osdcurida of the wicked nights, I your little girl who brings the taste between the lips of your sweaty.. permeating In the skin, your scent of man.. that makes me travel between hell and glory I your little girl.. the one who plays with your body. Me your sadistic little girl and the one who devours your *** and the one who enjoyed in my cravings infinite madness, only I revealed your prostituciónes, and I discover your nakedness with my lips.. and I don't get rid of you because you know I'm Perverse

first meeting
magical greeting
two souls
united as one
blindfolded
by sheer devotion
bound gently
so soft
quite tantalizing
with silken cord

lust and love
a tangled torture
yet with a whisper
of mysterious intrigue
overwhelming
sensory conflict
sweeping circles
sweeping elation
your arms embrace
upon my face

teasing rush
pleasing anticipation
your feathery brush
crosses pert points
trailing lower
ever lower
taste of sharp slap
kisses from your tongue
whips of luscious licks
finding my button
arched ache
volcanic implosion builds
blind eyes
peer into abyss
complete trust
"I need you now"
come deep within
wrapping around you
forever bonded
my spirit anew

every touch a melody
each tender kiss a song
life spent in three-quarter time
tunes written for the heart to hear
etched upon my skin

I love you whispered in poetic prose
the rhythm of a beating heart
body moves and sways in time
each note struck to perfect chime
I ring, I sing loud and clearly

my body's tunes played in concert
the tempo rises and falls as we do
rhythmic changes pulse over our flesh
our timing building, building higher
until our crescendo lays us to waste..

Your memory with me in this land that you loved so much, accompanies me on that same sea of so much blue that has not left a day of your absence to ask for you with wave and wave, under this same sky that not one day will leave your memory, for that same air that does not find any loneliness like yours, nor heart that moves for its high heartbeat.
By The Silhouette of your beaches, profiles of your mountains, which make pure tremor the Poniente sun, by Glens Hondísimas without water, streams of adelfares where it beats deep under the dry an eternal edge, which unites the high sierras to the seas, cubríales pobrísimos , slates, ruins of vineyards and mills, almendrales ghosts, who lend some mild snow to these winters, among these sierras that surround your maternal city, among these things that do not go, which go inside, and so safe, between What happens, something remains forever: memory and feelings.
We feel that the moment remains motionless with those who want, pure stone in the Sierra, lost water, fire burning perennial, Sea Motionless, hardness of a mirror touched by the single vision of beauty, just instant to love that to the Humans make us eternal, angels are standing in the air of the hours.
I feel the air alive with naming you, the warm heart with feeling, more beautiful this landscape that here is still with the loneliness of you, with its nostalgic beauty in your gaze.

Who said that the sea sighs, lips of love to the beaches, sad?

Let it be wrapped by the light camp, glory in height and in the sea, gold.
Ah Sovereign light that surrounds, sings the unfading age of the sea.
There, reminiscing, without time, the sea exists.
A heart of a goddess without death, beats.

Can I rest even a minute?
Can I breathe even a little?
Each morning, each day,
Is ******* with things and stuff
Oh, I have to..
take care of the clothes
do the dishes
have to cook
oh, the grocery
daughter needs this
husband needs that
and many others
but have you even think
of taking care of yourself?
I cry between showers
So they won’t notice
Or even stay long in the supermarket
The only thing I can call “me time”
Can I rest even a minute?
Can I breathe even a little?
When you’re a mom, a wife
Sometimes you feel drained
Sometimes you feel frustration
Can I rest even a minute?
Can I breathe even a little?
Can I have even a day..
for myself?

mirrors lie, hide the true picture
deceptive in their reflections
they play on your insecurities
tease you with your misgivings
showing the beauty around not within

a photograph only a moment in time
a blink captured for posterity
gambles taken to capture a shot
posed or candid it really matters not
a picture is just someone you once were

look into these eyes, see the love shining back
you are beautiful heart and soul
my joy blossoms each time I see you
my desires erupt at the very thought of you
truly, who is it you are going to believe...

T'was the night before Christmas
  God glanced over the earth.
He looked to and fro,
  all over its girth.
They missed it again, He said with a sigh,
  A heavy heart, and a tear in His eye.
I gave them My son so they could be free,
  My greatest gift, to them from Me
They traded Me in, for a man in red,
  a little tree, and a horse-drawn sled.
How do I save them, when all they know
  is a talking snowman, and a box with a bow.
Maybe next year, they will stop and see
  the biggest gift of Christmas
Is the little Child from Me

Missing you

Sometimes we miss
those who love us,
We miss the way that they held us,

Making us feel like
we can see past anything,
Then we feel as through,
we aren't good
enough for them,

We miss their inner touch,
They way they feel
when they are home,

When they are gone we
miss them even more,
Cause our brains react differently,

In a way, we can't even describe yet,
Come to open a bottle
that you can't
Turn is more devastating
then any torture,

All we want is a lover and a friend,
To have us all to our selves,
Treat us with the upmost respect,

Then they wanna go bash are only
Hearts, Making us feel
like we don't
Even belong to them,

When you kiss them a
body is singling
A sign through is most precious
Gift, it goes straight to
our beloved heart's,

Even though our hearts
have been through enough,
All we want is to find the person,

That can hold us through the night
To make our bodies feel
like we are one
Big moon,

Passion and desire
Is the most feeling in the world
We get moist when they come
Back to our home,

Even when they are inside our hearts
You'll be thinking
like the moon in this
Picture,

Wishing we can have like those two
Love birds in the clouds,
Feeling free and believing anything
Is possible,

When you see that they are you up there.
and thinking about how
did we become what we are today,

That's because we painted a picture
To show everyone that true love can
Happen,

It will show you another side
Making you be the one that you are
Missing in your life.

She was a true daughter of the moon.
Finding energy and renewal in the Full Moon’s beams,
And the release of negativity from the New Moon’s dark energy.
There was nothing more spectacular than the sight of a gorgeous Blood Moon,
And once in a Blue Moon, she found herself at the ocean after midnight, bathing in all that soothed her weary soul - moonbeams and salt water.
The Harvest Moon reminded her that change was good,
And the beauty in a field of wild ground phlox restored her faith.
But the Wolf Moon was her favorite -
It called to the ravenous animal inside her,
and awakened her soul...

Remembering the songs, I played,
When I was learning long ago.
But over time my interested strayed,
My life was always on the go.
~
I sat there looking at the keys,
Then I started playing a tune.
The joy of it put me at ease,
I played throughout the afternoon.
~
The Eighty-eight keys called to me,
They began making me smile.
Playing music, I was set free,
Suddenly, it felt so worthwhile.
~
I remembered walking away,
Because it was taking to long.
Much too young I wanted to play,
With my friends is where I belong.
~
My love for music still remained,
Back then it made no difference.
My reasons were never explained,
It was childish ignorance.
~
Somethings are never forgotten,
It’s all coming back as I play.
The beauty is unforgotten,
I could play music all day.

With your angel eyes
And your wonderful smile
Your smooth black hair
And your heavenly lips
Every time I look at you
That is what I see

When I look at you
I swear you were
Made by angels

When I look in your
Wonderful angel eyes
They send me to
A magical place

Where I can see you
As an angel with
Silk wings and a warm glow

Your angel eyes take me to
The place where i can hold you
The man who understands me
And never judges me

The one I can trust
With all my heart
Though you can never be mine

I will always love you
My Sweet Angel

You possess the beauty of all the worlds' wonders
It radiates from your delicate skin
Shining in the light of your eyes
Flowing through your hair, like the river of life
Your beauty is projected in all that you do

You have the grace of all the angels in heaven
Your friendships are deep and true
Your love is pure and real
Your movements are that of an angel
Your grace is bestowed upon those in your life

You are strong like the mountains
Able to withstand the storms of life
Turning a blind eye to the coldest of life's winters
Constant renewal in your eternal spring
Green grass and wild flowers your destiny

Your wisdom is that of the divine universe
Able to see beyond the immediate
Devouring the knowledge of the past
Improving the present, bettering the future
All the while taking care of those in your life

Being in your presence fills my heart with joy
When you speak, I hear the sound of angels singing
All that you are is what I hoped to be
The greatest gift, your love to me
A lifetime I shall take, returning that love to thee

You can pretend all you want
Trying to be that cute little girl
The innocent one wanting to play
I see the truth right there in your eyes

I see that lip getting bitten
As I tell you all the things I want to do
All the things I have planned for you
I can see your breath quickening inside

I can see the way your hands tremble
Your fingers itching to move down below
Wanting so badly to touch those parts of yours
The ******* getting stiff and wet under your clothes

Come closer baby girl
I’ll take care of all of your needs
That ache you’re feeling deep inside
That itch that you cannot deny

You can put that proper lady away tonight
Let that ***** girl come on inside
The one that wants to come out and play
Sharing the secrets of what your mind wants to say

You're my secret. The best secret That I have What I have given Many kisses The secret that between the sheets He has had everything of me. I have you. Where the heart Stronger late There is no angle Of my soul That you have not crossed And I do not want to leave you. Go far Now far from you But like the wind Free are Heart and soul They are looking for you Search your eyes Your mouth Imagining your smiles That I do not have I suffer But I prefer that. At least I suffer for you. My soul

I need so much to lay next to her, to hold her hands and talk about everything.
I need to make her smile and give her kisses on her cheek.
I need to kiss her lips and run my hands up her sides
and to pull her close to me.
I need to fall asleep with her in my arms, knowing that once and for all, everything is going to be okay.

I need to be worthy of her.
To amaze her with the love I can give to her.
Allow me to ruin her expectations that she could have
for anyone else.

It hurts so much to be separated.
Our souls are connected. I believe they always have been.
We have lived a thousand lives and we have always found
one another in each of them. Maybe each time we've been forced apart for the same reasons.

I sometimes ask myself why do we have what we have?
Why do we love?
What power would allow us to love so deeply if it were not meant to be and so right to do so?
We both know deep down in our hearts we were meant to be together and have been throughout time.

We live with the ache and sadness that comes with how things are right now and we pray for the strength to endure. To have the patience to continue to believe and keep hope alive in our hearts.

I ask Him to forgive the sinner that I am and to please guide me to the peace I pray to have one day. To see the price I have paid in my life and all that I have given up in my attempt to be a good woman. I ask for mercy and to allow me the love I never thought I would find in my lifetime.

I believe we all deserve that one true love that was meant to be, That one soul that connects perfectly with another. No matter what we go through in our lives, I believe that connection will always exist. Its only up to us to be fortunate enough to find it in our lifetime. I hope we can all find it this time around.

Even though we have never met, I fell in love with who you are. The reason I want you has nothing to do with your looks. It never did. You showed me I was worth loving when I couldn't love myself. You constantly give knowing it may not be returned. You're the kind of woman I want to spend my time with. I so wish the stars would align...

This new moon
Different than the others.
Unleashing the wanderer
In me.

Looking for independence.
Yet, looking for someone
Who like me,
Has an enormous urge
To travel far and wide.

Curiosity for new cultures
And new experiences.
Taking me out
Of my comfort zone.

Expanding the relationships
I already enjoy.
And creating these experiences
That fall outside the box.

Playing the New Year game
it is fun to play, since no one
ever plays for keeps.

There are promises of change
love never ending, casting
all bad habits to the wind.

When the months go by, we
never look back, how we so
badly wanted to make the
New Year special.

Each year always different, each
year we'll live, love, and try to
change ourselves in a unselfish
way.

We all will become wise in
thoughts and play another
New years game each year.

Hope you have a special dream
this year, you may want to
be yours alone..

Always give your love in
respect, and smile always
to bring the rainbows shining
through..

HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL!
               2019

I’m having nightmares in the daylight
An awakened mind is a curse
Eyes closed cause my sight’s better in darkness
But I’m scared to put those visions into free verse.

Like I’m lost somewhere in purgatory
All these demons with angelic faces
Got me late for my date with fate
struggling to stay in God’s good graces

This heart has known so much pain
But a soldier’s war is never over
Got me feeling like Constantine
always looking for death over my shoulder.

I had a choice and I swallowed the red pill
Chased the white rabbit out of the Matrix
But now I’m feeling more like Cypher
Wanting to make a deal with the agents

Because truth is a bitter pill to swallow
and they say that ignorance is bliss
but the breadcrumb trail leads to freedom
and I know there must be more to life than this.

I usually become a ghost
   to those who no longer deserve my time

I've never seen the point
  in explaining my absence
to someone who failed
  to appreciate my presence

You don't owe any explanations
  to those who hurt you....

Write one page a day
  Only 300 words....

And in a year,
   You've have written

a Novel....

And you come out of nowhere, to disturb my mind, minus emotions, you start to enter for every pore of my skin, even being in the distance, you achieve magical things, still not knowing anything about you, you come like a light to my darkness, Time, are you magical?
Like the magic that makes an eclipse, such as the moon loves the sun at a distance........ and you come from nowhere to give me your greetings, to give me a small sample of the beautiful being you are, and you come out of nowhere, as, and there is, that is, it is the restlessness of knowing that it will be like a fleeting love.
It's my feeling, it's my thinking.

My Lady, across the Ocean,
sent me a lovely note...
Of all the things I've read
'Twas the best thing
someone has ever wrote;

She said she had some interest,
in the things I say and do,
and sent me a lovely image
of herself for me to view;

I can't help from going back,
and reading just what she wrote,
was such a simple gesture,
but my most precious note.

Thank you, Oceantina,
for brightening up my day,
and for accepting my friendship,
in such a lovely way.

“One smile can start a friendship. One word can end a fight. One look can save a relationship. One person can change your life.”

One hand of help,
One word of sympathy,
One act of humanity,
One smile of charity,
and one sweet hello....
can change someone's
mood and life...

She dreamed about passion’s desire,
In her heart combines it with love.
Wonders if it will deny her,
Or will it be blessed from above?
~
She dreams about it all the time,
Awakens with a smiling face.
Knows the moment will be sublime,
Feels her heart beginning to race.
~
She waits for the moment to come,
But for now, it remains a dream.
To her passions, she will succumb,
In a dreamlike romantic theme.
~
Almost bouncing around her room,
She prepares for another day.
One day all her passions will bloom,
If the right person comes her way.
~
She’s lost in Passion’s desires,
Spurred by the innocence of love
To its beauty, she aspires,
She’s longing to fly like a dove.