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Heart of a poet, mind of a pervert. God grant me the serenity to change things I cannot accept, the courage to kill things I cannot change, and the wisdom find where the sneaky fucks hide.
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| Sunday, April 14, 2013, 3:31:35 AM- Camping | ||||||
A soft sunrise warms away the fog, over a gentle glade, as the night draws a quite end to its serenade. The songs of night are replaced with the rustle of leaves, as they usher in a new day. A doe, tiny fawn in tow, bounds quietly out of sight. A shame they had to leave, but somehow just right. A serene start to a beautiful day, as the night melts away. Lying with you on a tranquil forest floor, how could I ask for more? Here in this peaceful green vista, mountains rise into the bluest sky. Soft clouds whisper our names as they drift by. This is the right way to begin the day. | ||||||
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| Saturday, April 13, 2013, 11:30:05 PM- Break | ||||||
Break time. Fifteen minutes what can I say? Is there time to discuss the day? So few moments, what to do? A quick peck and I love you? Not enough time, For this confession of mine. But with just this touch, I could say so much. With this tender caress, My lips could confess. A hearts longing fire. A body's burning desire. So much more I could say, If hands and lips had their way. It only took in minutes ten. We have 5 more, want to listen again? | ||||||
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| Saturday, April 13, 2013, 9:41:12 PM- Little weekend love. | ||||||
warm breeze blowing across skin A soft invitation to begin | ||||||
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| Saturday, April 13, 2013, 9:15:33 PM- Bump bump | ||
Bump bump Can you feel it there Bump bump Safely in loving hand Bump bump Singing without care Bump bump Listen and understand Bump bump Melodic tune shared Bump bump Sounds of a magic land Bump bump Love beyond compare Bump bump Heart at last in your hand *and you were expecting me to have fallen down again. *  | ||
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| Saturday, April 13, 2013, 7:31:38 PM- Caress | ||||||
Standing in waving fields, tall grass brushing over fingertips. The warm breeze washing over in waves, pacing in time with slowly beating heart. The world is at peace with each gentle caress. Time is at a stand still. Just this lush wonderful moment. Hearts beating in time, as passion's warmth washes over, with each loving caress. | ||||||
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| Saturday, April 13, 2013, 4:28:57 PM- Once more | ||||||
Once more into the breach. Once more for a dream let me reach. In the past I have missed, come up short. For this there can only be one retort. Those were not my dreams to hold. This one may be no different, but the story is not told. Looking for this dream, I will hold out my hand to another. Hoping gentle hand responds and destiny is discovered. | ||||||
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| Saturday, April 13, 2013, 7:20:00 AM- Ponder | ||||||
A whisper in the wind that calls your name. Stories from the past told the same. Turning pages that should have burned Dog eared lessons still unlearned A flight of fantasy to distant shore A promise unfulfilled, evermore Familiar face with disarming smile Thanks sans thankful embrace No long lost ache for the past No pining for story that didn't last Just mind lost query less resolve Should this puzzle be solved Does it matter the change of heart End is the same two depart | ||||||
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| Saturday, April 13, 2013, 3:42:44 AM- Falling | ||||||
The world fades, in eyes staring through haze. Memory lapse, or another nap? Is this call twenty, or forty three? Work is through but not this view. I deserve a raise just for seeing it through. So much for lucky clover, I'm just happy my truck can't fall over. Show me that lovely smile or three. I think it would all look the same to me. On to a shower my next great adventure. Pray god my footing is sure. Else it's time to say hello to knock number three. My head is so angry with me. So tired of knocking my head. I just want you beautiful, here, in this bed. I cant fall from here, although it could be fun. Here with you, I can't do what has already been done. | ||||||
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| Friday, April 12, 2013, 3:58:40 PM- I need a helmet | ||||||
Bad things are bound to happen if I don't stop bashing my rock like skull. I slept, I think, for 8hrs! I could blame it on the fever, but I haven't slept with the fever. So looks like it's stairs 2 hoss 0. My back and head are wrecked. I am, however, more pissed than injured. When did falling down start to hurt? I've been falling for 40+ years and now suddenly I'm fragile? | ||||||
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| Friday, April 12, 2013, 5:50:05 AM- Sometimes it's not worth it | ||||||
So, I left my stylus in the truck. Half naked and barefoot, I dash up the stairs and out into dark rainy night. I run through a rivr of a parking lot, and retrieve my favorite stylus (bamboo). It should be noted at this point that I a a smidge dizzy, and I ran UP stairs to get here. With my feet soaked, the trip down the stairs was much faster. | ||||||
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