Nothing but a fading memory
I saw the first tree,
I was in,
Into the woods,
I could hear him,
Coming behind me,
I could hear dad say,
I'm going to catch you,
He caught me that day,
And the next,
And the next,
Until he was not there,
Until he was no more than a memory
...Uncertain guesswork
I see as an accomplice, have you ever been able to listen? you thought to yourself overwhelmingly, proudly, “What can this worthless willow cub want? Even that immortal kisses and the nectars of idyllic laurels? What nonsense is that again ?! ” "I didn't dare take my lips to magical, complimenting words," he was afraid I knew, I'd scare you for good!
The bewitched Moment of Fate gifted me, and then he was suddenly captivated, he took me far: Maybe if we became the cuddly grandmothers and grandfathers of the School of Life, we might still run into each other in the great abundance! "I couldn't even say one last word to you: And now it's not just the usual 'how am I?' - bagatell's question rides in my head, why did I collect misguided minutes, idyllic gazes
shreds? I already know: The determined will boasted in me that would h...
JFG
You didn't hurt me
I hurt me!
You didn't break me
I broke me!
I spent every love penny
It's not your fault you couldn't handle me
it's neither your fault that I was too mature and womanly
boys play and men stay
that's just the reality
I am not upset just disappointed in you honey :)
Ripples
Bluish whirling clean water
Cool Sierra Nevada Mountains in the rear view
Majestically holding fort as we gaze at their grandeur
Ripples of what we may lose
At what cost
What a price to pay?
Ripples
...
6 Alcott Lane
6 Alcott Lane
I'm a worn out old man.
I want to go back to Alcott
where the world was in a jar
and we were masters of the
woods. We knew the creeks and
lake and swung on vines Tarzan
like and ran home to supper and
homework and TV and slumber
and dad off to work at 5am hacking
in the bushes and off he went in
the flesh colored rocket ship that
was a a '57 Chevorlet Bel Air.
Houdini
Houdini
I wanted to make you proud.
Your first born boy namesake.
March 23,1949. You were back
from war nerves on edge and
work was scarce and you kept
exploding in rage and we all
vibrated with fear and felt
your pain and war's hell and
pitied and loved you always.
Mom closed the windows in
summer so the neighbors
wouldn't hear and we went
to our rooms and mastered
the art of disappearing.
...
The Tale of Gold
In those times of old
I was told
There was a tale of gold
People say
Once a day
You could see Heaven’s ray
In the rain
Dirt and grain
They fought from Heaven’s rein
People bold
Looking for gold
Went to the time of old
All who died
Wept and cried
And in the end, sighed
There was gold
I was told
In those times of old
...The prosperity of Existence
I have survived the full steady pace of my life! The treasures of smells, wonders, and emotions evaporated behind me — doing nothing as it would have seemed through the eyes of others: The tiny cells of the unknown existence were influenced by molecules. My swarm-toddler's turn of the century was watched by women, as they later leveled my school-lesson career — I was able to go to their safety once and for all: my spirit could finally be aware of and marvel at the formula of the anthill of the world,
however, the remaining order is like the molasses tutyimutyism! I hid among the shadows unnoticed, unmoved. With my inner eye, I measured the bizarre message exchanges of immortal kisses: every tangled, exhausted tiny coal challenge generated real emergency challenges, like when nuclear nuclei split.
I am ashamed of a lot of my mistakes and mistakes for so much - tha...
Desire
if I could trim lines
texture words
savor each syllable
perhaps
all the passion that erupts
from my breasts would subside
waves would cease their capsizing
sunsets wouldn't hurt my eyes
with their unmistakable beauty
if I could taste the ink-bed
beforehand would sensations
arouse this page instead of my hips
and mind with midnight lips that kiss
each pondering in unbearable sighs
I want to expel this tempest
in gaslit pages
that burn and burn and
BURN inside
til your hands clutch
these feelings
enmeshed in ecstasy
the splendorous ache of
wanting craving
love's euphoric madness
so much
that only words
cup your face
Love Evermore
A beautiful Angel from above
And his smile is so bright
His eyes are full of love
He fits perfectly in my heart
My heart were made to hold him
And I was made to love him
He's truly beautiful an Angel from above
His warm kisses are from heaven
And he's safe in my heart
And sheltered inside my heart
Smiling with me every day
Feeling his love every moment
Every day spent with him
Is the best part of my life
He always make me feel like a woman
Because I love him, my beautiful hubby
And sweetheart,
Me without him in my life is like
The sky without stars
Your face without your beautiful smile
Or a rainbow without colors
And sweetheart may our days be filled
With forever happiness and joy
Because every day is a dream come true
Because sweetheart I'm
Forever in love with you..<...