When it rains,

      poetry soaks me to the bone.

    I toss the old bulky umbrella aside,

            and allow my pen and parchment to collide.

         Dripping words from my chin,

my feet dance... the puddles of emotion they're in.

   Keep your towel, your sheltering tree,

           poetic rain frees a soul ...it stimulates me.

   Oh sky of wonder, bathe my body, cleanse my soul,

               allow my words to fill some holes.

my surroundings

   in life,

     always leave

never ending
  ..  
       question marks

     suspended in air,

            inside cartoon bubbles.

     the heaviness

         of life

and its

       dynamics

          always leave me

             questioning

  my jubilations

       or are they troubles?

  so weighted down

     at times by

       ebon clouds,

thunder and
  
       lighting storms.

when the

     rains cease....

       i always wonder

if i am

        the bird

          or the worms.

  i create

    storms...

earthquakes and

      tsunamis

inside my

           own mind.

   i have been

       gifted this life

with years upon years

            of  

   my own

                unique time.

    my dreams of you....

         well,

those must take place

    in a

          different life and,

     those will remain

secret ......

     and only mine.

inside my

    mind is

savage,

  raw

    infidelity

and sin....

           and

     to be honest,

i wouldn't even

       know with you.....

where

to begin.

A strange blend of shyness, of pride and conceit,
and stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
I'm spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
yet the smile of a child fills my soul with delight.
My eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
yet my strength is the strongest to banish your fears.
My hate is as fierce as my devotion is grand,
there is no middle ground on which I will stand.
I'm wild, i'm gentle, i'm good and i'm bad,
I am proud, I am humble, I am happy, I am sad.
I'm in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies,
i'm enamored with beauty wherever it lies.
I'm the victor and the victim, the star and the clod,
but mostly i'm Irish and in love with our God.

Years of tears will rust one's spirit,
rust one's cares.

In time;

Iron clad love will oxidize,
while rust takes over and relationships die.

Eventually;

Oxygen is stolen
along with the trust,
which is why,
"relationships rust".

so,

when we finally get together

i am going to need hours with you
because,

there are parts of you that i know that i am going to want to linger in longer than others

and after we at long last become one,

and our bodies lie limp from passion's exhaustion...

i want to fall asleep with my ***** inside of you

so that when we awaken and your hips begin to gyrate once again,

those unforgettable hours can begin to be repeated all over again

buh bye july.

  while summer lovers
watched you leave
      and cried.

i was enjoying
   july 31st and,

       watching you die.

i have met.....

i have met thousands of women and...

i have had all
colors,
all shapes
and all sizes
of women
over 52 years,
dedicate their
unilateral love
and wanting of me.

and still, still to this day i can still count on one hand how many women that i have allowed to get to
"know me"!

and trust me;
each one remembers each intimate moment with me even if they scream to the world that they don't.

they only wish that there was more moments.

unintentionally i may have hurt a few, unintentionally.