Are you out there?
That perfect someone.
Taller than 5 feet
With your disheveled hair
And your imperfect good looks.
I don't mean you pretty boys
I want the beautiful ones
With all the flaws.
Inside and Out.
I love your flaws
Will you love mine?
Do you feel pain
do you embrace it
and let it wrap around you with familiarity?
Are you open or listen to good music?
An avid country music hater.
You are out there
Perfectly Imperfect Boy.
Where are you?
Because I have yet to find you.
So you can kiss me unexpectantly
and make me laugh.
So you can break my walls
Piece by piece
Till I am nothing left but myself.
Come rescue me
On your black horse
In anyway you desire.

calm the beautiful blue mornings, green calm growing pastures
I meditate passionately viewing, white visions floating on
until some afternoons, on a horizon unexpectantly, out of the prettiest
cyan grows grey storms.
Heat builds, rises rapidly condensing moisture,  particles charge,
cyan dims to black; the world arises angrily.
Me and the sun hide hidden, the dark horizon growls. Flashes,
and thunder roils on awakening fears.
When she calms down, I meekly peek again, see a peaceful cloud and cyan
calmness.
Summer calm   blue green.
Red blonde clouds blowing free.
Again.

I've become so numb
to it all
to everyone and everything
around me.

The fear of walking
over a buzzing city street,
has been replaced
by pure thrill.

Life knocks you,
runs you over,
catches you
unexpectantly.

My biggest fear of
hights.
Falling from miles above,
seems so dull
to the numbness
in me.

Grey clouds,
thunder,
scattered raindrops,
resembles all
I have to offer.

Far beyond my mourning period
and deep inside
this hole.

The loud bangs,
the thoughts deafening.

Grey clouds,
thunder,
scattered drops,
resembles
what i have to offer.

Nothing but numb...
That's all i am.

The fury of time engulfs me
Gazing once more on its unabstracted velocity
Realize that time has no objective or subjective realization
Unexpectantly there is a shift of air that breezes about me
Like cool morning mist I allow it to cover me without expectation
A consequence of exuberation possesses my being
Like that of a vanquished dream
I crave its succulent softness
It surrounds me and hovers
Its pulse evaporating in my mind
Then in ecstatic euphoria pearlesque ribbons hit the wall
Melt on my hand dripping like silken spangles
Filling my room with antiquated resolution

"Ah, grumpy thumb have you met------?"
He stood aside.
I saw a wave of hair so slight,
black as jet.
Shoulder length
faint apple scent.
Pale blue eyes,
button brows creased mild.

"Hi." A little shy.
Our hands touch.
Her's: soft, warm and dry.
"Hello."
A friendly shake then let go.
A smile, matt salmon-pink lips.
Fine laughter lines.
Genuine.

Host makes a beline.

Feeling a little uneasy, "I'm not good at these things....." indicate with a nod.
Her smile stretches.
Button brows an animated lift.
Stepping closer, "Me neither.
To be honest Grumpy, I'd prefer beer and pizza."
Tingle laughter.
"Me too, but when in Rome!"
I take two champagne flutes off a walking platter.
We clink.

"Shall we?" Slender arm snakes round mine unexpectantly.
Sidestepping the gathered bulk of people we find space.
My eyes trace the small dimples of her cheeks. Nostrils flare, better to remember the bloosm of her hair.
"With all the cackle, I didn't catch your name."
"Oh, it's---------"
The host returns again.

The hurricane had blown in
unexpectantly
across our island paradise,
suffice to say,
the next day was one of awe
& serious clean-up.
And in the midst of it all,
anger sprang forth
& the drunks got cut
for stealing,
feeding their hungry faces
with king crab
inside the burned out shack.

Your life is ripe for love, and it shall come
to you so unexpectantly, kissing your
soft lips when you thought you'd never
taste the sensation of passion; love shall
find you and replenish your soul
of all you thought valueless. You are
deserving of late nights diminishing
into rapturous dawns and tomorrows
more sumptuous than todays.
You deserve, and love shall come.
Only dream and believe of better days,
my love.   ♥️

You feel it at the moment
You breathe in your first breath
In the lasting memories
When Mama held your uncalloused hand

From the ever tender kiss
Placed on top your tiny head
When Daddy helped you say your prayers
Tucking you into bed

You feel it when it grabs you
In Elementary School
Knowing the full meaning when
You become its love struck fool

You find it unexpectantly
When you least expect
Feeling you've run out of time
And there is little left

It's in the warm embrace
When you are desperately in need
A family saying grace
That the good Lord keep

Between a husband and his bride
After all these many years
In both the joy and the hurt
Poured out in salty tears

You feel it when time draws near
To the ledge of eternity
As your family gathers round your bed
In the last ditch effort of comforting

It's in so many places
All at the same time
There's no other way to frame it
Love is seen world wide

finding treasure in unexpected places
burying it again and forgetting
just where was it you unexpectantly found it.