the poem that you wrote

the poem that you wrote

last night I found
the poem that you wrote
sleeping on my pillow
between a lullaby and a dream
scribbled on yellowed music sheets
with ink from my unopened fantasies
your lyrics sang of passion
a garden of eternity and jasmines
rhymes of me and you watching
our lonely silhouettes
making love beneath the moon

i feel pretty

i feel pretty

When you are primping for a night out or a date, do you ever sing a song? I always do. The exact same song everytime.

My buddy Titi was sitting in the hut when I stood before the mirror making sure the five o’clock shadow was just right. I started singing my song.

He stood up yelling, threatening to leave.

Weeks ago, my daughter did the same thing to me. “DAD, THAT’S NOT FUNNY”.

I will let you decide. Not much into musicals, but I always sing my favorite song from West Side Story.

“I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty
And witty
And gaaaaaay
And I pity any girl who isn’t me today.”

Thoughts anyone?

love on mute

love on mute

loneliness floated on tranquil seas
as the tides slowly returned
with lyrics meant for me
I told my heart to forget her
he laughed at me
the stars strummed guitar strings
the moon hummed the love song
in my heart
I dared not sing

A song of unrequited love from the beautiful Taylor Swift
🎵🎶 Drew looks at me….. 🎵🎶


the faith i bleed

Time to change the subject. Let’s talk about happy things. Let me live, love, and laugh with you. That is the healing power I need.

the faith i bleed

along the path of oblivion
where fallen angels dare not cross
I was drenched in loneliness
thirsting for her love
suffocating in darkness
I inhaled her words
her poetry became my gospel
unkissed lips my sin
she is my religion
a temple of metaphors
the reason I breathe
she is the great resuscitator
restoring the faith I bleed

live love laugh

live love laugh

The results are in.

Basically, parts of my heart are not functioning as they should, forcing the rest of my heart to work harder.

The cardiologist confirmed my primary doctor’s findings, I probably suffered two heartaches in December.

My doctor wants me to undergo a procedure (in April) that should stimulate and revive these slacking walls. THE DOCTOR COULD NOT GUARANTEE this procedure will be successful. He also informed me that out of 1,000 hearts in the conditions that mine is currently in, 1 will not survive the surgery.

He also stated WITHOUT THE PROCEDURE parts of my heart will totally stop functioning within two to three years.

Doc wants me to rest and build up my strength for this procedure, but this time I will not go it alone. My intention is to continue blogging. I will read and approve the 700+ comments that are pending and start fresh. Sorry that my energy levels aren’t where they should be.

My final decision was to have the procedure in April.

And no matter what happens………….I will live, love, laugh. That has always been my philosophy. Why stop now?

Thank you or all of your support.

My heart and I are humbled and grateful.

this love

Struggling with words and thoughts….

Not sure if this is a poem or just me thinking out loud….

this love

wrinkled silk sheets
forming illusions of endless waves
in a haunting sea
of unrequited love and melancholy
eternal evenings
searching for you in every sunset
longing to admire your twilight
as we lay on a beach
bodies submerged in wet sand
my lips sinking in you
oh, mi amor
there are flowers
unaffected by time or storm
refusing to wither
like this love I feel for you

To be honest, I choose this image because her lipstick is driving me absolutely insane. (Yes, a sign that I am feeling better).

Happy Valentine’s Day.

masquerade

Thank you for all of the beautiful messages of concern. They warm my battered heart. I will be responding to every single one of them.

After weeks of life threatening blood pressure levels, we finally have it down to near normal levels. Now, we begin the process of repairing my heart.

When I first returned to Florida, I purchased a ticket to a New Years Eve Masquerade ball. Tonight, I will sit at the bar DRINKING WATER, watching OTHERS DANCE, as I welcome in the New Year in a room of masked strangers.

masquerade

chilly winds of melancholy
blew memories through my window
inducing a crescendo of shivers
waltzing on my flesh
haunting players of unrequited love
perform in this lonely masquerade
a sadistic, nightmare revue
as my mirror reflects
a face cloaked in smiles and laughs
failing to mask the pain
of another year without you

Happy and healthy 2020.