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She's a ladyMy lady each dayEvery wayShe's always knownWhat she wantedAnd for so long that's always been meShe's a ladyMy lady each day Every wayShe's always knownWhat she needed That's the passion she gets loving meShe's a ladyMy lady each dayEvery wayKneeling down before meThen rising up to embraceShe's a ladyMy lady each dayEvery wayKneeling down before herTogether we're all that we needShe's a ladyMy lady each dayEver...

Beauty makes me feel, Makes anyone feel who is human, Who actually feels as a human, Makes us feel.Music makes me feel,Makes anyone feel who is human,Who actually feels as a human, Makes us feel.Beauty and music. Together,As one thing.They are one.We sense them. We sense them with our eyes and our ears. And our noses,Bringing to us the wonder of odors, perfumes, blossoms on the vine,Smells that make us feel sublime. The w...

Wisteria petals lately drifting down, The past renews, the city draws me backTo haunts, remembrance, loving aches resolved,And yet she still invades my fretful thoughts,A laugh that echoes off the stuccoed wallsTo fall among the steps we left behind.Tripping cobbled streets on skipping feet,That shared a space, embracing, dancing softly As a treat, a joyous, sweet delight.Forgotten meals were shared and lives compared Bet...

There's time enough for loveIf we but savor what we have. One life to live,So much to give,Why fear what might be lost. The past is safe inside us,Still echoing its joys.The future bears a few more tears,Wrapped up in rapturous song. So love me now my dearest,Don't worry It must end.But not before we spend this lifeAscending true love's heights. We loved before,We'll love again,This life brings passion's fruits. We pluck...

Soft, so soft the skin on your cheek,with the down of desire so silky smooth to the touch.I lightly stroke you with the tenderness of a lovertransforming your tearsto smiles,tracing down your face from each bedewed eyelidto your lips,tasting the salinity of loss.I fulfill.I am the one to bring you forthand bear you up into the heights of passion,with a forgetfulnessof the transitory dull throbbing of heartache.It is I who...

Shall I pouror shall you A cup of shared remembrancesor new friendships A simple ceremonyof life We have so manydo we not So many simple ceremoniesin our lives Sharing good timesand bad Sharing the ceremoniesof loveand fearand death And joy Such joys we sharein simple ceremonies A welcoming huga kissa sigh Knowing you're thereand Iam here for youDuring all the simple ceremoniesto come Gestures of understanding and forgive...

Trying to sleep in the field The chill sinks in Beneath the five ton truckOut of the rain But soaking up the coldInside the bagWith head outLetting in the chill Sinking in While thoughts keep you awake Long into the early hours of the nightWhat needs to be done What must be accomplished What your troops mustComplete Stumbling to the water buffaloTrying to clean your face and mouthGroggy from lack of sleepBarely awake But...

She knows I am always here for herWhen she has had too much and needs meNeeds what only I can giveIt would seemWhat I am always prepared to giveShe knowsWe cannot be togetherAs a couple That would never doCould never beBut I am here for herWhen she needs me We have promises to keepAnd people with whom We must beBut I am always here for her Good friendsAlwaysAnd so much more Much more than perhaps we should be But I am her...

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Did the moment pass you by.Too late, and the moment is gone. You had a moment,the two of you had a moment,didn't you. But it slipped away. Smiles shared,true happiness glowing from bothas you lived the moment. The room, the meadow, the world, melted away,and you were there,in the moment. Complete, utter happinessin that moment. Was it at the barwhere she brought you a Boulevard,quipping and giving you banter. Displaying c...

Ma Belle Mère

In Memoriam: November 28th, 1928 - March 8th, 2007

Ma belle mère, my mother divine. Lost in the mists of time;lost but quickly foundwhen the memories rush backinto my aging mind,still her little boy. I was her first born,her love child,and her favorite,so they all believed. They were right,of course. I was her baby,the perfect child,without blemish,but a tad bit too sure of his place. Many faults,but few seen by her,as she glowed with joy,and praised us with her smiles. R...

My Lady, I Am Here

A knight fulfills his vows.

Gazing out to the distant shore,Wondering from whence her comfort may come. It is my honor to aid and assist her every need. My lady,my deepest most profound respect and admiration,my duty,to complete you and compete for you,to repel your enemies,and to fulfill your needs,whatever they may be. I am here. I have been here awaitingyour request,your need, I am here. Ask and it will be my honor to honor you.I honor you by hon...

Putting your inner temptations, and beliefs, and musings out there. In an artistic manner. Is that the purest of pleasures. Or is it being acknowledged, and even praised for your efforts. Is that the grandest feeling in the world for one who creates. Who wishes to fulfill the dream and actually mold dreams into reality. Of artistic endeavor, as they say. What could be better.Discovering the one who speaks to you. Who pull...

In quiet contemplationFinding the wisdom to finally rejoice, Oh my soul. Admitting the waste,Reviving the love that never left,Responding with celebrationWhen hearing of the happinessShared. Once shared, Simple satisfaction and delight,It was right,But foolishly allowed to melt away. Once said it lives,Exists deep inside,Oh my soul. That will never die,Cannot leave as long as the legacyIs cradled in the cofferOf the heart...

Just so you know I still love you. Just so you know. Waiting for it to come,the day of final joy,evermore,but the pain is not washed away,waiting,in the rain,just so you know. But you don't know,because of my shyness,and fear,so I sneak a glance,just a quick look,to a window,to a face much adored, and explored, with seeking eyes,and my eyes are wet,from the rain,just so you know. It's my secret deep inside,never displayed...

My trousers rolled up to my calves,the foamy surf is surging out. Ice plants are blooming,covering the sandy beachabove the tide line.Salty water is cold,but the golden orb light warms my face,so I feel happy,for awhile. Forgetting,as my feetleaveimpressionsfilling with dappled, seeping water. Away from the shoreeucalyptus adornsthe scene,  with odors, and bark like bruises on the horizon, while the sun sinks lower toward...