Final Scene

Final Scene

The Day before Thanksgiving.

Faint whispers

Nimbus hovers over

Salty tears

Billie gently takes your hand

Sine wave flattens

Dissipating fog

Forgotten memories shine bright 

Roots strong as Damascus steel

You are home with Father now

R.I.P Uncle

Invisible Scars

Days of past have spawned their shadows of doubt

Forming future broke hollow bridges

Eyes that rolled -while others turn away

Torches lit –stones thrown

Bringing unwanted burns

Forged smiles

Stacking on life’s young fragile tiles

Days spiral

Serpents slither intertwining -twisting shades of gray haze

Stars fade away

As you look, hope and dream for a sunny spring day

 

Empty eyes casting spells of day’s illusions

As darkness crawls

Recalling shallow whispers

Silently walking through sorrow’s lane

Passing Cake Battered Avenue

Ashamed, beaten, bruised alive

Headed for sanctuaries path

Covered by tainted souls

Shadows crying unwanted lies

Dim lights glow as you shower

In hopes of days soot vanishes

Swilling down the careless pit that hisses without a kiss

Beauty of My Heart

As you stare with all your power

Eyes of many colors

I shower you with flowers

As I gaze upon your massive strengths

Delegate curves of desire

I feel the fires of your energy

Radiate my soul

Although at times

You and I try to manipulate each other

I still admire you with great passion

And when I stroke, fondle your buttons of joy

You light up my day

When I press the right key to your heart

You are my state of the art

A package bundled with many pleasures

May I dock with your port?

Within the Shadow of darkness

Out of the shower

Aroma of fresh flowers

Rain drops glisten

Slowly rippling

Gently kissing, caressing nature’s beauty

Like a diamond cut to tantalizing perfection

Fantasying, visualizing, reminiscing

Breath of life gently escapes

Supple moist lips as mirror fogs

Puddles form beneath

White towel lightly wraps

Soft, succulent curves of desire

Three candles lite

As you gracefully float by

Within the Shadow of darkness

Candle lights flicker

Mesmerized

Elevated breath -soft sighs of remembered pleasures

Emotions soaring

Heart beats Faster

Body softly gyrating

Towel quietly unfolds

Exposing seven wonders to admire

Soft silk engulfs you

Faint whispers from behind

“I desire you”, “I want you”, I want to feel you close to me”

Presence pressing against you

Vibrations of warmth upon your neck

Under the cloak of darkness

Cloth pressing, swaying -fondles your skin

Feel a pinch

Body quivers, flinches

You lightly bite your lip

As you exhale from delight

Eye’s open -dawn has come

Sunlight casting rays on your grandeur bosom

Vague recollections of pure bliss

You turn your head

You’re alone

Was it but a mere dream?

Dracula bites Lucy Westenra | by Len Radin
Dracula bites Lucy Westenra | by Len Radin

This Father Wrote His Bullied Daughter a Song to Let Her Know how Special She is

This man has it right! His child was being bullied and delivered a wise message to his kids, It’s not about retaliation. He also has another video about his wife thats has over 1,255,935 views with 3.857 likes and 67 dislikes that correlates with the poems I write: https://youtu.be/y0XcsBFwVq8
I wish I could shake this man’s hand in person, but for now this reblog will have to do.

Kindness Blog

Bullying is a huge problem in schools around the world, which leaves thousands of kids a year feeling insecure and abused.

This foul treatment can cause both physical and emotional distress. The reality is that almost every kid experiences bullying in some way, so if you haven’t, you’re very lucky.

When this little girl told her dad that she was being bullied, he decided that he needed to tell her how special she really is.

Khari Touré - BullyingHe sat down and wrote a poem, which he then put to music, and created a song meant to inspire not only his own kids, but kids across the country who are dealing with bullying and harassment.

This dad is no stranger to viral fame. He once wrote a song to his wife about how he wished she loved herself more, which you can check out here.

We hope Khari Touré continues to make…

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Within Your Eyes

As I stand within your shadow

I see you gaze upon tomorrow’s doors

Yearning, craving, wanting for something more

I see you

Hair softly moving as you glide across

Like reeds gently bending from wind’s soft kisses

I absorb your fragrance that hits my senses

Eyes close

Iridescent dreams of your smile

Ears perking as though I were listening to the Big Five

When you speak

I see you – longing for the day

Stories Behind the Writings

Melanie mentioned that she wanted to know the story behind, “Through the Years” her exact comment, “Beautiful poetry. I’d love to know the story behind it”.

Like many bands and other artists would do from time to time, would have these sit downs with the audience and answer question about certain songs and how it transpired.

This will be my attempt at doing this.

First let us begin with the first one that changed the direction of this blog.

July 1993. Fairly self-explanatory being a tribute to my Dad, What you don’t know!

This one was my first step getting back on the bicycle after many years of not writing, after my Mother passed in 2002 it took me a month before I could watch a comedy and finally laugh. Then other life events like marriage, well to keep this part short, I should have just jumped in satins mouth. It would have been faster. The poem at the bottom was actually written May 27, 1998 and I edited to go with the piece I wrote above.

A Poem, I will admit I was a bit overwhelmed and very shocked at first when I saw how well July 1993 did. I was wondering was it a fluke or do I still got it.

During my life span, I have seen the silent tears that people hold inside, whether it was my own Mother or a co-worker and there were several. If one looks beyond the exterior you catch a glimpse of unspoken despair in one’s eye.

So, when I wrote this on August 20-21 of this year I wanted women to feel and break some emotional wall barriers and at the same time, hopefully some of the, male viewers would get a clue.

Take My Hand; I believe this was one of the more powerful ones about loving women as time goes by. I am trying to find the rights words as I write this; I had to get in touch with my feminine side and place myself in their shoes so to speak.  Most of us look into the mirror, wondering what happened but most women will see wrinkles, taking stock option on youth cosmetics when they should feel good about themselves. As we age as they say, things start to head for the South Pole.

One of the inspirations for this one was from a Highlander movie with Christopher Lambert. There is a flashback scene where he is young and his wife has gotten grayer with mortal age, yet he still loved her until her dying day. There was no trading in a 40 year old for two 20 year olds. He loved her! Some men like most women like to know that we are still hot, sexy and desired that is where, “As I stand here in the mist of night, I see your silhouette beneath the sheets. Those delicate curves still ignite the fires of desire.” comes into play.

handwrittingFAREWELL MY LOVE: I felt bad when I heard the news of Alison Parker and Adam Ward being gunned down by a former co-worker to be taken from their prime years, so while I was at the mechanics shop waiting for them to get done, I started writing this and then finished later that day. I think this one could be used for almost any death that occurs and how some of us handle it.

Then the writer’s block accorded. This is when I was reclogging several posts for two days straight while I did lose a follower or two during this. Then one day I get a comment from Kim, which is what I needed right at that moment –like sticking a needle in my behind. But, it also brought back a memory of years past that I had thought was burred for good.

Summer 1992, this one took place in Chico California, the event actually happened in 1990 but 1992 rhymed with you. Tanya attended Chico State University while I was at Butte Community College in Oroville, California.  I think what is there does a fairly good job of what transpired.

The one that Melanie has been waiting for to find out the story behind this one.

Through the Years, I was just going to let this one hang in the air and let the reader interpret their own thoughts.

I was listening to yesterday’s songs where you can actually hear the words and not have to refer to the lyrics on the sheet to understand, Lady, Hello, Journey and REO Speedwagon to Styx to get the juices flowing.

There are those times in one’s life where we may be surrounded by ones that love us but we still feel alone inside. Maybe, a person developed depression later on in life, maybe a person mourning the loss of a child. While I was writing this, I was thinking of making a song out of it. “Staring, searching, holding on to yesterday’s bliss” I think in some degree we all do this from time to time when life gets tough while we search for that relief valve.

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