if tomorrow never comes

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. ❤️

 In the meantime…………

Can You Feel The Love Tonight

Can You Feel The Love Tonight

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.

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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.

a vagabond in love

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


like the wind

So happy to finally say, “home sweet home.”

We are keeping it light today….

like the wind

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.

a sad song

a sad song

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

insomnia

Recently purchased two 100 foot extension cords. This poem and every poem scheduled to post in April, were written under a palm tree.

insomnia

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 girl named eclipse

Something a little different…..

a girl named eclipse

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

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