Tuesday is the big day. Hey, I lived my life pedal to the metal and not once considered hitting the breaks, so why stop now?
I prefer to go out doing what i do best…………….❤️❤️❤️
if tomorrow never comes
tonight would be sweeter drinking poetry from your lips perhaps, i can make it endless tracing little hearts on the shadows of your abdomen turning seconds into hours as i cherish you the way women were meant to be adored and if we can’t stop the hands let me get lost in flesh of your metaphors in the textures of your love as tonight becomes our forever if tomorrow never comes
I would like to thank my friends for your amazing support. These last six months have been a challenge, but you helped me get here.
Comments are open. Replies will eventually happen and they will be brief to not tax my energy. I will read them like get well cards during my recovery.
To my Muse: Not sure how long I will be gone, but I will miss you terribly. ❤️
Plowing through messages, emails, texts, as I receive tons of phone calls. I have prepped myself and fridge for my recovery after Tuesday’s procedure. Sorry if I am late getting to your blog posts and replies.
Behind every great man…..blah, blah, blah.
Never liked that quote. If he is a great man, he would have his woman beside him and sometimes leading the way.
That has been my personal experience.
During the past 6 months of uncertainty, there were lonely nights. Days of feeling unloved. Nights where I swore to never write another line of poetry. Moments in the darkness asking God to have mercy and let me breathe my final breath.
Every one of these moments was met with a message from an amazing lady of WordPress expressing their caring thoughts. Little did these women know, they rejuvenated my heart, breathed oxygen into my lungs, and literally lifted me up by my collar.
They kept me going, even when I was trapped on the island in desperate need of this heart procedure. (By the way, the island extended the state of emergency another 25 days, I would have been trapped until late June).
Some of these wonderful ladies prefer to remain unnamed, so I will refrain from thanking them here. This song is dedicated to these women who REFUSED to let me quit. I am a better man because of them.
Tonight, I feel so blessed. During this sad period of pandemic, when the world was shutting its doors, the special ladies opened their hearts.
For my newer followers wondering about my choice of image for this post, ask my long time followers; they will explain.
After my recovery, I will continue working on my current manuscript, while I seek representation for my sci-fi thiller Paradox.
It is the two year anniversary of his wife’s disappearance. Standing on a rooftop, beneath the night sky, Detective Jake Cross preferred to die than to live without Lisa.
Here is the opening paragraph.
Tonight, the moon arrived without her. No other phenomenon on Earth or in the heavens could provoke a fusion of so many emotions; passion, remorse, uncertainty, all boiling in a primordial soup of sentiments that scorched his soul. This unwelcomed nightly event consumed detective Jake Cross like a voracious black hole gnawing at his heart, cell by helpless cell, devouring every reason he had for living.
Paradox – Mankind’s last hope is a man who lost his faith.
“Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.
a vagabond in love
i am a dreamer a lonely beachcomber wearing poetry on my sleeve longing to accompany the morning sun through the windows of your most intimate dreams aching to explore the lines of your palm roam the curves of your ripped jeans and should our paths never meet i will always be a vagabond in love remembering your soul wandering every cherished memory
you know me i am the mystery of a secret the bad boy you recognize but have never seen the lover who comes and goes through your hair disrupting your sanity i am an island breeze caressing your shivering skin blowing through your heart ever so gently like the wind
My heart procedure is in 10 days. This will be my last open comments post, so I can catch up to messages and my blog reading.
Everyone that knows me knows one of my all time favorites…….Ol’ Blue Eyes.
now, the doors that once kept people out are the barriers that locks me in now, that we are virtually connected i find no connections at all there is the stranger i once ignored i greet him with a masked hello does he wonder what happened to the routine we took granted for so long now that my watch crawls in ferocious silence hope breathes freely inside these walls while i listen to my creaking rocking chair croon a sad song
Recently purchased two 100 foot extension cords. This poem and every poem scheduled to post in April, were written under a palm tree.
my restless heart can’t sleep ever since she soaked my dreams like a warm summer shower of fireflies and fantasies cascading radiance onto my soul splashing away the darkness causing my moons to shine every sunrise to glow my life is one sleepy blur sleep or reality i don’t know just let me die of insomnia so i continue dreaming of her
There will be a short funny post on Wednesday. Feel free to drop by and celebrate my birthday with me. xo
a poet born between a nightmare and soliloquy surfacing from the deep to write poetry from beyond the penumbra of her heart where loneliness pulsates in tones echoes of the forsaken serving as hallowed church bells chiming the sad truth not all of us are meant to be loved like this child of the shadows a girl named eclipse
Today, I am happy to annouce Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, a wonderful book from my precious friend Gabriela of Short-Prose-Fiction has been published. Always rich in vivid images and powerful metaphors, her poetry and prose will leave you breathless.
Speaking of breathless, here is a little poem I wrote for the occasion…..
when i inhale your poetry
when i inhale your poetry i exhale melancholy syllables leaving the atmosphere breathless from your words the heavens slowly appear in your bedroom like a lonely apparition as i blow winter auroras through the autumn of your hair leading to our first kiss below the echo of a metaphor where we watch moon glow escape our trembling lips in a misty sigh of love