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.
“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
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
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
i will love you in the silence of your reflection in the echoes of your pain with the calm of the mountains with a passion bordering sound mind and insane for I have fallen like a sunset who blushes as he nears the horizon with feelings he can’t convey and should you never be mine i will remind you of the promise of tomorrow’s dawn as i love you anyway
you are the twilight in my eyes that never blossomed into dawn the empty nights sans moonlight imagining the phases of your soul renouncing the affections of women to appease this unrequited heart and all the love it has to give for you my beloved I cling to illusions embracing all the dreams i had yet never lived
A song that very much inspires mi. Sabor A Mi (Taste of Me).
I don’t know if eternity has love But there, just like here In your mouth you will carry A taste of me 🎵🎶
During a depressing night where my headaches and dizzy spells drained any hope I had, I reached for my phone and discovered an email with a voice recording.
There were delightful pauses in this one sided conversation, but everything about the message, her soft voice, her pauses, her sweetness revitalized me.
Sadly, this little poem does not do justice. I dedicate this to that voice to die for. Thank you. 🌹
a voice came to me
loneliness thundered when a soft voice came to me landing on my five o’clock shadow like a lightning bug determined to tickle my cheek while her little healing light outshined my torment stifling the echoes inside my heart as her deafening silence spoke to me her voice shined like the stars illuminating my night resembling a constellation of fireflies absorbing the darkness in my universe of misery