A disguise lies in your eyes.
A surprise that defies our ties.
One cries as the other flies.
One watches as the other dies
Lies
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Your eyes.
I wish I could have your eyes.
So when I look at you you could know true beauty.
I wish I could have your hair.
So you could smell your sweet aroma on the pillow next to me
And if I could have your skin
You could feel the soothing electric charge that comes from being caressed by you.
And if your lips were mine you would feel the warm gentle passion of kissing you.
Spam
Spam comes in a can
Or a laptop or a phone.
You’re never alone
With spam
You’ll never get lonely
If you can phonyly
Be liked
By friends you’ve never met.
Clicking with no regret.
Hoping through
this technological circuitry
And internet intimacy.
You’ll like them back.
An empty “like” lightens the mood
And for a moment…
You don’t feel
The deep deep solitude.
Cristina
Tanto que visitas
Esta pagina
Deberias
Contactarme.
Sigues con un
lugar en mi
corazon.
Choice
We’ve given you a choice.
You have no right to complain
Its as simple as day and night,
I won’t bother to explain.
One is garbage.
The other is clearly trash
This has sparkles and frosting.
That one is baited with cash.
And now we’ll serve you bullshit,
Skewered on a stick
Or would you rather have it baked
like a cake, three layers thick.
Its up to you
You have the freedom to decide
One or the other you must chose
From this decision you cannot hide.
You think there’s more to offer?
Things we do not show?
But we did not bring those choices to you
So how would you ever know!
HUMMMM
After
3 CT
scans,
An MRI
An EGD,
A colonoscopy
An exterior ultrasound,
And an endoscopic Ultrasound
They tell me I was born with an extra thick pancreas…
I said “Gee Doc… I could have told you that.”
Angels Dance
Music pours from your soul as
Liitle angels dance along your fingertips,
Moving digits to a melody yet to be created;
Never fretting, only feeling the groove
Of your instrument.
They dance
Up, down, across and over they gently work the neck
Feeling each note as it is made,
making each note as it is felt.
Silly Old Widower
I see you
Walking through the mist of a lakeside morning.
The birds flutter and fly off as you stroll by.
Angelic silhouette piercing the blurring sky
A meandering gate, a step here, another there.
The way your hair falls, the bounce in your step.
It must be you.
But as you draw near I see it is not.
You have been gone a long time.
You would be old…different…like me.
But when I look at her
I see a little bit of you.
I do.
just enough to wonder
What would be you?
Angel Girl
Angel Girl
She likes to play out in the rain.
She’s in love again
But she doesn’t know his name.
Angel girl
Wins the world over with her smile.
She’s got charm
They fall in love with her style.
And she cries herself to sleep.
Then she slips into the deep.
I’ve grown older
But certainly not colder
In fact a bit bolder.
The more I know
The less I understand.
I try to read, but
The words have become blurred,
I cannot read them.
Not without help.
I rise from this lonely old bed to get my glasses. Knowing I’ve laid dormant for too long.
And when I read your book
Every word says the same to me.
Love
Love
Love…
The beauty, the pain… the anticipation, the disappointment… the exhilaration, the sadness…the unfettered joy; the pure celebration of another persons life.
All expressed with a twinkle of your eye, better than 100,000 words
You are so pretty I forget the pain of what no longer is
and vow to love again… if only for a moment
