Waves gently washing onto deserted beaches. Moon light glittering across a watery expanse. Warm breezes wafting softly across naked skin. Fanning hot flames deep, deep within. Fire raging, starting to roar, searing my inner soul. Wishing I was not alone, but with another. Sharing this serene, sensual night together. Giant moon gradually sinking into the sea. Leisurely allowing darkness to seize its grasp. Blocking images...

Okay, this is a grouchy old bear venting. I felt that you should be forewarned. Running away is always an option. Sadly, it takes a lot of courage and through planning. Running away is a basic level choice for all things living. The trouble with humans is that we take self-inflicted responsibilities way too seriously. This maybegin the running away psychosis. Over the last 25 or so years, I have often dreamed of moving to...

You'll find someone better than I dare to dream up in my rambling thoughts of grandeur Persuaded and blinded to reason by the slightest suggestion that you like me for who I truly am When I show what lies beneath this cold facade I am shunned and rightly so Or so you think in your belief that something is wrong intrinsically You don't have  it in you to  expend the effort it would take  to mend this broken heart

I sometimes lay awakeWonderingIf you understandThe feeling that I feel Every now and then I lay awakeDreaming About what can never beAn unrequited love I can't help but ponderThe effect you have on meYou permeate my very beingTo the fiber of my soul The sight of your hairGlistening in the sunYour skin and your shapeBeauty is defined by you I sometimes lay in bedSleeping, dreamingHearing your voiceLike a whisper in my ears...

Forgotten on the breeze It slips past and is lost Opportunity comes to tease Says come and play Then dashes away Like a laughing child All gay and merry. You feel it slipping through your fingers Time... Life... Love You want to keep it Hold it close But you keep grasping at straws. The grains of sand Drift away on the wind. Oh, how you dream, yearn For all that you desire But never quite believe That you will ever truly...

Walking beside you Rushing water and bright sun Dreams in my head run

Sitting out on my porch I watch the world wake up. First the birds, calling out to their neighbours and family with happy, cheerful greetings. Then it's the moist drops of dew, glistening in the growing rays of sun that begin to peek over the tall snow-capped ridges surrounding me. After that comes the noise of humanity; cars, children, talking, crying, laughing, singing, happiness, sadness, hope. I just sit here, sipping...

So close to my heart but I could not touch you Your body so close to mine yet I could not hold you Your lips so tempting and divine yet I could not kiss you Your arms open so inviting yet I could not embrace you Captivating your smile yet it was not shining for me Your eyes burning with desire yet they were not looking at me Your lust swollen with passion yet it was not seeking meThis passion heated my dream yet it was no...

Storm consumedLove vanished.Spirit destroyed.Hopes crushedDreams shatteredDesires Abandoned Heart woundedEmotions perplexedFriends comfortedSupport offeredRefuge advocatedStrength restoredDreams createdDesires restoredHeart mendedEmotions repairedStorm stoppedLove thrivedSpirit sustainedHopes flourished

I dare to dream Of love and Romance A fairytale world Only a folly act Creating a world of wonder I dare to dream Dream I know not Some holding me A prince charm Intriguing me Carrying me away In doves’ wings Surrounding me With roses Feeling the warmth Of an angel’s kiss Taking my breath away I dare to dream To have a happy Ending Like Cinderella I dare to dream And just for a moment I believe in my folly world I dare to...

  When Herman Podolsky was nine years old, his parents bought him a violin and he began taking lessons at the Brooklyn Settlement House, a neighborhood community center for poorer children in the neighborhood. Isaac Mudnick, a violinist with the New York Symphony Orchestra gave violin lessons to the children on Saturdays for a $1.00 a lesson. Herman took lessons and practiced every afternoon in his room. His parents made...

Old Cowpoke I am an old cowboy, yes I am, I grew up on a ranch or farm. The cattle and other livestock I learned early how to charm. Growing up, a real cowpoke was all I ever wanted to be. My brother and I always played Cowboys and Indians with glee. I was always Gene Autry; Champion was my trusty horse. My brother was Roy Rogers; he would ride Trigger of course. With saddles between our legs, mounted on our mighty steeds...

This small forgotten bar in the middle of the city The girl sits behind the piano No one pays her any mind except meHer smile a slash of sadnessShe plays her first chord And from nowhere this jazz sound emergesShe should be playing in concerts Her fingers caress the ivory keys She coaxes brilliance out of the tired old piano in the cornerAnd she sings of heartache and beauty She bares her soul so personally it makes me wa...

I woke this morning from a dream I was Having a slumber-party with theSpice Girls.They were sitting on the bed (someGargantuan construction INever slept in) and I wasFiddling with a boom-boxBeside the bed, playingTheir third album, the oneThat kinda flopped, relativelySpeaking.It was playing “Holler” softly, butThe music wasn’t “Holler”, it wasSomething else, in that dream-like way.And I started mentally calculating wheth...

Just colored lines onPaper to some To me dreams yet to be born Lines on the map Journeys ahead Just colored lines Maybe so to me they are dreams Just wandering the road Which lines to take no idea maybe west maybe south Time to just go Follow these colored Lines Just colored lines To some To me it is a dream Let's see where they Go These colored lines Dreams of a journey someday For now just a thought in my head Colored l...