A gentleman of the night hidden by shadows of light, fog shrouding his path.......
Planning a light supper at eight.

She was a soft skinned beauty attracted to the night, walking between the flashes of light. Avoiding shadows near dark. Must not be late, dinners at eight.

Turn right at the corner, don't want to be late, dinners at eight.

Stopped on my journey by a gentleman this night. Looked into his dark eyes,
I fall under his spell, following along.......Holding me close, a cold comfort I feel.
Moving to the shadows, out of the light, to be alone with my new lover.

Gentle kisses on lips, a firm grip to my arm, squeezing me close.
Then kisses along my bare shoulders, a small bite to my neck as my passion grows,
I grow weak from his taste, but we're not late, dinner was at eight.

Do you see the beauty around you
as you wander through your day?
Maybe it's time to stop,
view the beauty,
that is set before you.

Before you plunge into the media driven
world of your day, stop!
You have time to view
the beauty of the day,
see the world, as it really is each day.

Wanting to center myself,
a journey into the woods
would likely suffice.

I started out early,
about a quarter of 10.
Started off to find my center.

By reaching back to nature
to find a grounded centered me.
My Zen soul had to be found.

Sun breaking through canopied trees.

Oh wait, I have to stop!
This is the place!

Beyond this point,
my computer won't work,
I think I just lost WiFi.

Heard the news today, not much new,
but when they give the body count each day.

I feel there is just a bit more sadness in the world.
Tomorrows another day our humanity will suffer even more.

Alone on the path of life within my mind,
asking if the road I chose
was correct in my life,
leading me to the happiness everyone desires.

Questions must be asked about my life,
expectations of the future
of this journey guided by,
I still know not what.

Venturing forward, inventory taken of my heart,
my soul, along with my goals.
My view brought a smile to my heart
with my soul full of love.

Now I can rest holding my love close,
a simple life with goals met,
at peace with the world,
so my mind can take some rest.

"Up and downs come in many forms in life. One of those that seems to be close to most everyone's heart, according to polls. They just wanted to know life expectancy. How we have improved with our new and improved medical care. The things they found seemed to create a bit of concern you see. Our life expectancy while gaining over a 100 years, over around 40 years of life was not the best.

The fact that brought concern is we were not first nor second nor third. Yet didn't we have the best medicine to be had in the world? They told us that was so. So consider the fact that USA is 34th. Now we can find many things to blame this on. I may be wrong, but I have a thought.

First do we need to improve our medical care, of course we do. Are we that far behind? Second you see, seems to be a small piece of the puzzle left out. They only look at numbers and not the cause.. We as a country for years and years, fight the wars and battles around the world. Right or wrong I do not really care, but a conclusion I would like to share.

While improving our medical care, I think a big jump in longevity could be near. If we stop sending young boys to war to be men. Yet they so often come home broken or draped in a flag.

Well remember “They”, who are close to “Them”.

Well in conclusion and in my view, “They” and “Them”, should be replaced by “We”. Just as the first word of our constitution says. Remember the Constitution, I'm not sure, but I think, “They” and “Them” , have buried it behind the bureaucratic world or our private government world."

She lays quietly at my side,
sleepy with dreams of happiness,
hopefully of me and our life.

Gently I lean close, inhaling her scent,
butterfly kisses of love to her cheek,
dreaming away as she continues her sleep.

Now I search for my sleep each night,
looking to find her in my dreams,
together in happiness as we sleep.

Many words do leave my pen
along with many thoughts,
dreams and ideas,
expressed with ease.

I go to speak to God,
with many thoughts
of devotion and love.
But my words to God
seem to be lacking,
in the big scheme of things.

Truth comes forth in my mind,
that I have not given
or felt the love,
that I should for my God.

Speaking words of love
to my beloved,
comes easy as my heart
bleeds my love for her.

But is my lack
of words for my God,
because I have not
shown my God the same love,

That he deserves!!

All night long
I lay by your side,
happiness floods
my soul and heart.

I never want you to
leave my side,
you've brought
happiness to my life.

Never leave my side
be my one and only,
from this time forward,
for all time.......

Be the love
I have always
searched for,
all my life.

You are the one
that makes my heart
skip many beats as
my heart beats for you.

Happy New Year's To All. Friend or foe, it does not matter. For my foes, happiness may come in the form of Karma and hopefully you are right with the world.

To All The Rest Of My Friends and those that read my words:

May the new year bring enlightenment on your life and expectations. Bringing you all the joy and happiness that can be enjoyed by one human.

Always travel the high road and keep the world in site.

I was only 9 years old and I lived in North Vietnam where I was born. My family is Chinese, but work was in Vietnam so my father had moved us there long before I was born. I had 5 brothers and I was next to the youngest, but my younger brother got sick while we were hiding in the mountains to avoid the bombings. He did not go home with us and mother was very sad for a long time.

There was really nothing to do for entertainment. My day was made up of sleeping late in the morning and school in the afternoon. We only had about three classes, which was giving us a very basic education. I had many friends in school and good number of relatives.

My older cousin and I played together often, just spending time together. Over loudspeakers songs of the people were played to encourage hard work and loyalty to the Communist Party. Everything in the country still ran as it had under Uncle **. You never speak bad of Uncle ** or you might not make it until tomorrow.

Since we had so little entertainment we found our own. She and I would go up during the day and sometimes at night to listen to the workers in the factory sing praise of life, progress and Uncle **. Now I was very small, but crime was not a factor and so even with me being so young, my cousin and I were always off on an adventure.

A big event where I lived was a marriage. It was a beautiful event with the bride and groom dressed in wedding clothes. A long high necked dress for the women and the man in his best white dress shirt. I know this because when my cousin and I were out one night we saw a wedding party walking down the street. It was so beautiful and exciting that she and I joined at the end of the procession.

I expect our age helped as we were welcomed to the celebration. Eating candy, cookies and sticky rice, special treats for the wedding party, but a special treat for a poor little girl and her cousin. Both welcomed by the bride and groom.

My cousin and I did this twice that I recall and the songs still resonate within my head of a beautiful moment in time and a break from the bombs dropped almost daily from the sky.

It was cold my first trip to Nome. Okay, it's always cold in Nome. It was February, still going down to -55 degrees some days. This was generally a one or two night stay. You really only needed a day, but the weather is unforgiving and so sometimes you wait most of the day. It is still dark up above the Arctic Circle, which Nome is only about 150 miles south of. The ocean ice will not start breaking for a month or two.

The morning started with an early flight from Fairbanks to Anchorage. It makes for a long day with approximately a 500 mile flight south so I can grab a 1,000 mile flight north to Nome. The first flight in had no delays so there was hope for the day. The hotel I booked which sounded quite grand was “The Nugget Inn”. It felt good knowing I would be in a nice hotel in this barren land.

It was a clear morning as we came in over the Bering Strait. I waited about 30 minutes to get my bags, then headed outside to see if I could flag down a ride. Taxis here in a village are a car passing by. You just waved before they go on by and hope they see you. It does not matter where you're going, Nome is not that big. Paid my three bucks and took a seat and said good morning to the driver and one other. The process is passenger in and passenger out until your destination comes up, but no hurry as you enjoy the warmth of the car.

Checked in and got a key, so I could begin my adventure at “The Nugget Inn” and Nome. I got to my room and checked it out and yes I was in for a surprise. The room was configured like a bunkhouse shack, two beds on old rusted iron frames. A small table and chair between the beds with a very small lamp. Well this was work and not a vacation and I was at the edge of the world.

The room had the feel that it was the same as in the gold rush days. And when I pulled up the blanket to check on the sheets. I am sure they were there when Jack London was here. Since the sheets were worn down to no more than gauze. So I take my first night in the city of Nome. And sleep tight under northern lights.

I had been in Nome for two days and would be flying out tomorrow morning. The days warmed to -35 degrees, but at night it dropped to -50 degrees. That was before the wind that blew off the frozen ocean ice.

The hotel which was the best in town and about the only hotel in town was the Nugget Inn. You might call it rustic, but that would be a rather nice way of indicating it is not a 5-star hotel. As you might guess activities in this town on the Bering Sea were hard to come by, but like much of Alaska, there is always a watering hole nearby. That's where the action happens every night.

Dinner was done and it was still early so I decided to head down to the Board of Trade Saloon. It's only a couple of blocks from the hotel, but at these temperatures, it might as well have been 5 miles. I stepped in the door and surveyed the crowd for the best seat in the house or maybe the only seat. I am now off the cold streets of Nome with a bottle of Jack Daniels and now maybe some warm company

As I looked across the crowded bar I spotted a young native girl looking for some a place to sit and hopefully a little warmth. Maybe someone to share a drink. I stepped in her path as she passed through the bar, saying excuse me, I'm sorry, let me make it up to you and offer a drink if you have the time. A smile slipped across her lips as she lowered her head and eyes, “I think I have time”.

We found a table near the back with windows half iced over from the cold outside. Lights shining out on the frozen ocean. Ice ridges gave an eerie view. We removed our heavy coats. I was pleasantly surprised to find hidden under layers of protection from the cold, a dark haired goddess with strong features like cut with sharp ice. Soft and smooth dark silken skin with eyes black as night,....with long silken hair.

As we talked and got to know each other I found she was in town from St. Lawrence Island in the Bering Sea. The island sits between the United States and Russia. As we drank our friendship bloomed, soon we were kissing and getting to be better friends.

Before we had lost or senses and before we killed the bottle, we decided to keep each other warm for the night. I suggested we go back to my hotel. We found pleasure together in the warmth that night, not just from the Jack. Even being my cold island girl, I found her very warm.

Drifting into the nothingness
that I allow my mind to wander to
or at least that is the story
I want to be told if I slip between the folds.

Expectations are small,
a small piece of happiness
for all, with a special place with my love.
Which makes life real.

Ups and downs go by in life,
but if you have a constant
undying love,
only the bright sunshine of day will shine through.

Showing you the lighted way!

Memories go back in time,
but how far.
Is it to our birth
or our first year after that.

Finding my mind
not always aware of the time.
A place, a person or
perchance, just a passing thought.

Remembering times of good cheer,
fellowship and maybe a little tear.
Thoughts of my past
and passing friends that are no more.

New Years will be here soon,
as another has past.
A chance to renew,
starting from scratch, a new year.

Starting a new
with happiness and good cheer.
I get to start over
as it will soon be a New Year.

Time to celebrate around the world,
called by many names
from many lands.

A time of gathering,
family yearly, time to caught up,
learning of missed moments of the year.

Looking back with thoughts,
moments and great cheer,
how we gathered around the tree opening gifts.

Coming to this time of year, memories bringing tears.

Thoughts grow strong,
wishing to relive some of that happy life.
But, there is no tree, there are no lights
or friends or family to share the days and nights.

Sitting all alone
on this night as the world celebrates
together in joy and happiness.

As I sit looking out at the world,
Wishing to be with friends and family.
Tears run down my cheek, I'm not at peace.
Loneliness my only friend.

Check on your neighbors who may be alone, you can cause a smile with just a little heart.

Falling into the abyss of love.
Lost in the depth of my passion for you.

Finding no satisfaction for my infatuation,
but by holding you against me.

Looking into your eyes,
your soft skin silken to my touch.

Then gently as our lips
touch softly for just a moment.

Bringing fire to my soul, passion to my heart,
knowing your love, for all time is real.

A night of sleep
is short, but not abnormal,
as my mind starts to race,
with a body still seeking sleep.

Darkness is around
as the walls,
the ceiling and all,
their nothingness not inviting.

In one more effort
to find the comfort
and peace that I seek,
for a few more minutes of sleep.

Then in the bed,
just heat of her body,
brings some peace.
Then a touch with my hand.

Knowing she's near,
tranquility descends
on my mind
as I find peace, I find sleep.

As is my usual practice prior to the beginning of the holidays season from about Thanksgiving and up through Christmas and all other holiday's of everyone's politically correct choice. Now I am not singling out, just the fact, that I respect them all and to old to know all there names.

So to get to the point of my banter. I watch a selection of holiday movies over a number of weeks. The time came round where the selection of the day, was the original, “Miracle On 34th Street”, with little Natalie Wood.

I tipped back my chair as the show started to play. As the credits rolled I was like thinking, I love this movie. But after a bit my mind kicked in and the softness began to firm. The thought that came to the front of my thoughts, I actually slept through the show and entire plot.

My thoughts were filled with beautiful Christmas thoughts of bells ringing and an angel gets it's wings. I heard the show as it played away in my sleep and my mind recalled all the previous views of the show over the years. I considered watching it again, but surprisingly I feel quite content.

Running into the night,
searching for the light,
that will bring me
out of the dark,
into the light of day.

Escaping the demons
lurking quite near.
Watching my moves,
thoughts then deeds.
Keeping watch in the dark

Moving left then right
running through the night,
searching to escape.
As the little *******
get in my face.

As they get closer
in an attempt
to take my light,
I close the door on this night,
so I am sure I stay within the light.

Time to start
my day like every day.
I find a set plan
to guide me on my way.

Coffee comes first
to open my eyes,
then onto my computer
to view daily surprises.

As I open up
Hello Poetry to look for words
that will brighten my day
and open my mine.

Thank you all
for opening
my mind,
and brightening my day.

In the dark of night
my mind turned on bright,
with thoughts of you
my forest nymph.

Slender and small ,
with wings transparent
and light.
Lifting you up to explore the night.

Flitting here and flitting there,
you fly so fast
so no one sees,
for my eyes only.

Coming to rest after long night,
reposed on my bed
me holding your head.
As I give gentle kisses to my forest nymph.

Texture or feel
slipping slowly,
gently down
seems to be a little gooey.

First to look at it,
then perchance
a little sniff,
to see what
olfactory sensation it may bring.

Scent in check
with no critter parts.
I poked it now
to see what tactile property,
it might have.

It was not firm,
seemed to jiggle.
Unconcerned stepping up,
grabbed a fork.
Don't usually eat things,

that move, that are green.

Now awake
on the other side
as the pain did subside,
giving me a lightly clouded day.

Shadows first,
that come before the pain,
then when all is done,
the shadow goes as clouds descend.

Happier times today
the veil of dark
had gone away.
Laying in wait looking for a place.

Night descends
with parting clouds.
Shadows moving back
into their comfortable place.

Pressure building
around my face.
Not to fear I say,
remembering my mistake yesterday.

I waste not any time
to attack the pain
while the control
is mine.

Taking an excursion in my mind
can get boring given time.
You see I have been there before,
oh so many times.

Seeing the same old thoughts,
memories I thought I had forgot.
Remembering now that time
back when.

But as I age and view again
the memories of past,
they seem to take on
a different hue.

Then one more time
I view that thought
with a joyous heart,
of that moment in my past.

Traveling down
highways, byways,
causeways and boulevards.

I find in reality,
this place,
my mind is a
never-ending maze.

Of spinning wheels
of little boxes,
compartments all.
Stacked quite high.

Well above my eyes,
I look up and see
the flashing light,
reflected off
the cold dark wings.

I envision them to save
some time,
the monkey flight,
on Dorothy's night.

I pay them no mind
like they are bats
after fleas.
To clear the air.

They can be such pest.
Interrupting,
some beautiful thoughts.
As they think of their real intent.

It's time to get in
their face
and make something
quite clear.

When they came here,
it was not my choice,
but I gave in
at first in fear.

Time was short
and I observed
their fate if
I refuse to care.

So in the end,
I give them their due
in a limited space.
And share that space.

As I chase these words.
But if they get in the way
no matter the condition I'm in.
Just kick'im aside.

Cause they only thrive on fear!

A Christmas text
the only choice
to a long lost voice.

Loving her so dear,
a child so missed,
I try to send a Christmas wish.

As sweet words inked
the message link,
I felt proud to share my love of her.

About three lines were on the text
just as I write this down
and I burst in tears,
memories rushing back.

I hope she hears
or reads my words,
and knows my love.

I can take anything
she may bring to me,
cause any pain I feel,
is to not see her.

In the reality of this place,
within the darkness of my mind
I got a call, from a gal,
to follow a lead.

Her name was Alice,
she was a “Dame”
She said down that rabbit hole,
it would be fine, not insane.

So I followed her
down the hole that night,
then she gave me a funny hat,
but that was cool.
As I, was watch'in her fine ***.

She said to me
that hat you wear
makes you fit right in.
I took her word, strutt'in in style,

Of the cool cat's pipe!

I did partake, ****
that chick was right,
it's quite a place,
to take a ride, most any night.

I'll go again, but not so soon,
since it's a scary ride.
Down a real dark hole.
I don't know if I'll get out again.

I have learned,
a little, touch
of just enough,
this and that
to stay safe in life,
on the edge of pain.

An addicts life
is a lonely place
when the needs arise.
Not to go too far.
To stop the pain.

But it's
in the cards,
and it's not a choice.
It's in the gene's.
Sitting on the edge,
of the blade of life.

Here I sit
in my robe
to start my day.

I felt so fine
until the time
my stomach ached.

But then the head
wanted to get
in on the pain.

Now the top
and the middle
are in pain.

At least my legs
have no pain,
so now if I could just run away from this pain.

It would be a lovely day.

Laying down this night
feeling restless so no sleep.
Thoughts racing in the dark,
already looking for the light.

First a gentle touch
as finger reach my shoulder bare.
A hand now resting on my chest,
give me pause as I start to rest.

Then a leg gently
draped across me,
feeling the warmth,
my love close.

Now her body
wrapped to me,
like pretzels intertwined.
A gentle sleep is now mine.

I have nothing to wish
for Christmas cheer
as the world is in tears.

The only thing I will ask
and wish for you and for me
is peace around the world.

For all humanity.


Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Winter Solstice, ***-hi Day ,Hanukkah , d al-Adha , Kwanzaa.

I am sure I have missed some cultural, ethnic and religious celebrations at this time of year. But the idea I want to express and project is we are all humans no matter what and I wish you all the best and peace and happiness in your present and or future life.

God Bless and Peace Out.