When life was simple,
Ornery was she all the long summer days.
I’d do anything just to see her dimples
and she would just laugh and run off to fish…
she grew up too thin and way too fast
Oh how I wish those days had not come to pass
Oh how much and desperately I wish…
That sandy-haired Angel would have lived in bliss…
Sandpiles! I used to taunt her… calling her in fun.
Seeing all those curly lock’s bouncing in the sun.
Oh what I would do for just one more kiss.
or an “I love you” ringing in my ear…
Yet she must know in her heart I am always near.
It is the things like holding her that I miss…
though it may seem like thousands of miles….
I hope that she can hear on the wind when I call out… Sandpiles!!!
Did you ever see such a beautiful thing?
Those lips as soft and moist as the kiss
that castes the spell on one’s soul
igniting the wonder that blossoms into lust
so powerful that there is no turning away.
As her pupils widen and welcome…
their presence grows an addiction
that brings nothing but the thought of her.
The curves and feverish warmth radiating from every fuzzy hair
lends to the mystery of all the wonders she may possess.
The length of that neck, to the smell of her hair, down to each anticipated curve.
Her solid press and feel of breathe upon the face is living proof that she is a gift from God borrowed from Heaven
and lent to the arms of her holder.
Her hands send electricity through whatever they touch.
It is a physiological miracle that these things happen all at once
stirring one’s mind and capturing the possibility of oneness with such a creature.
It is another miracle that such a creature desires the same of you or me.
Perhaps that is why I am girl crazy.
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of one’s heart beat …
every second seems like an eternity.
The world spins slow.
Life goes by and it is not as sweet…
because it is not in it’s proper time.
Who cares if the birds are singing and the air smells fresh…
if there is any chance that the next day will be shared…
with someone who has the ability to lighten one’s heart by mere presence?
Life always seems to go so slow in sad or lonely times…
and so fast when love and laughter is near.
Ironically, the waiting is what makes the good times
seem so sweet.
Doesn’t a meal taste better when seasoned with hunger?
I believe that the more bad things that happen in our lives,
the better the good one’s are going to be
…simply because they will be absorbed completely and appreciated more
… so if tomorrow is an eternity away, there sure is a lot of time…
to imagine just how good it will be when it gets here and when it does…
Take it in.
appreciate every second spent on the journey
… because those are the little bits of time
that made those good things seem just that much better.
Peace be with you.
We all decide how we react to and feel about the things and people around us. Choose wisely!)
It’s late tonight, as I go over the day…
I think of all the things I coulda, shoulda, woulda, but actually did say.
Like that moment I was mad over things that I could not control…
and my decisions were not okay.
Later there was that moment I had no confidence, put on an act, and acted like a fool
I shoulda gave you love in a moment like that…
but I let you walk away.
I let the negative in
…and it sent my life into a spin.
Now my life is a mess.
It woulda been so much better if the boss had not walked in…
I might still have a job if I hadn’t said all those things
…I “JUST HAD TO” say.
Instead I made choices,
bad ones at that…
even silence might not have been a note so flat.
Now I AM where I’m at…
with more things to choose
…and tomorrow IS a new day.
But if I’m honest with myself did I not already have…
On a baby’s smile…
hope tells me,
of the life I can’t always see.
And once in a while…
two lovers embrace
…and the sight of them lights up my face
and reminds me …
The long walks into the red and orange dusk so free…
and the first time I realized life was mine
I could drink deeply of it’s finest wine
and act like fool yet still be loved.
Always at peace … never shoved.
endless love… yes endless love
from down here to those above.
Though it may hurt from time to time
and my world will slip past it’s prime.
I can see her in all the best places…
captured in the good stuff in endless traces
filling my heart full of love when she visits me
See! oh can’t you see!
The real Mc Coy…
Yes I do….
I know Joy!
Like when it carries words that come harsh or coarse…
and hate is said with no remorse
love can be sent like a messenger on a
A whisper is a powerful force.
So whisper to me now…
make it soft and clear.
Whisper to me now as i draw you near…
but be smooth and gentle as you do.
I’ll hear you as though the sky was talking…
looking into your eyes I’ll see the feelings that are stalking…
and feel the direction they are walking.
To me or away…
but I’ll hear them like thunder through your whisper.
Ordinarily, I would not do or recommend doing something like this to a heart patient but since they reported that he was going to be just fine, was actually feeling better than he had felt in a long time, and was only in the intensive care unit being observed for just a few more hours …I took the opportunity with his family to have some fun and cheer him up!
Here’s The Story
One evening I received a frantic call asking me for a ride to the hospital about dinner time. I said okay and made a record dash 25 miles to pick up a friend of a friend who was worried because her dad was rushed to the hospital with heart problems.
When we got there we found out that the news had been a bit delayed. Walking into the waiting area I noticed there was about 20 people, all of his closest relatives!
They had just started letting them go into the intensive care unit in groups of 2 to see him. The nurse come out and said he was doing well, they opened up a blockage in his something or other and the worst part is over.
After the 2nd group come out the man’s wife said “My gosh with all of these people going in and out they have no idea who is who” and a brother chimed in “we should send a stranger back to see what happens.” I said I’ll go! and then as we were talking we decided to make it seem like the patient may be having memory problems!
I went in with the sister as the next group. As we were going back we shared details only someone close to him would know.
I went in with a look of concern on my face picturing him as one of my oldest friends. As I shook his hand I said ” How are ya Ron… I stopped by yesterday but no one was home. Paula told me you were there but you must have been sleeping… I guess we can’t go to the turkey shoot tomorrow after all”
The poor man went from a greeting he would give a stranger to a confused terror while still holding my hand in a firm grip. The wheels were turning in his mind. I could see the questions going across his face as he looked at his sister and then looked at me tightening his grip as if to squeeze the memory out. Then with a look of defeat, he looks at his sister and says I don’t know this man turning our handshake towards her as if to show her who he was talking about.
Promptly I winced my face and said in an exaggerated mouthing whisper across the bed to the sister ” He doesn’t know who I am!!! OUCH!” . She said ” Really? He has been over to your house dozens of times…heck I even know Stuart!” The poor man was about to lose his sanity and start getting excited so we told him it was a joke, insisted that it was his brothers idea, and laughter ensued especially pulling this one getting by the nurses, since this was an intensive care room. The family cheered our success as we recounted our story to them in the waiting room. Then we told the brother…for some reason he wants to see you next!! Oh well at least we were close to an intensive car room in case he got strangled for the joke!
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