|Don't judge a book by its cover. Because: if you do, you might miss the most beautiful story ever written.|
We may be strangers at the beginning of our journey. It always starts with the eyes of a stranger. It's a feeling deeply inside, as something new has begun. You may be a mystery to me. And I can't find my way, with out you, as a guide. As it is written in the stars above. You will be here by my side, You can run. But you can not hide, from destiny, or love's desire. It's a passion that you're feeling, as the rhythm of a heart's calling. It's a universal song that starts to play. As you feel the desire growing, in every heart beat. And just like a strike of lightning, it feels like you're in love. Think about it, it's not out of reach. It's not complacated. It is two hearts becoming one.
I know how people think. But I'm not going to change my ways. I never listen to what others have to say. I don't hardly know her, but I think. I can love her. I don't care if everyone knows. Because, all that is real, is the way we feel. Don't you know? That when, you play at this level. The whole world is your oyrster? Just one night in your company, can lead to ecstasy. As we dream our sins away. We start to feel the desire grow. It's like you feel. You are in the garden of Eden. What would you do for just one kiss? Especially: when you can see the love, that you feel in thier eyes. Why don't you take the shot in the dark? It might lead a step closer, to the feeling of two hearts beating a...
When things are going wrong, who's the one to blame? Could it be a liar or a thief, trying to tear you down, and stealing your joy? It is only an illusion. Looking in from the outside, seeing what you can't hide on the inside. But if you run to the sunrise, and you can survive the night. The sun will rise in the morning. So why do you worry about today? You may be down, but you are never out. Your life is as good of a life. As you choose to live. So don't worry, be happy as the song goes. And always remember. The clouds of a stormy day, always do go away. And that leaves a sunny day.
My dearest readers:
Its almost spring, and the birds are starting to sing. As I write this. You may be dreaming, of a one night's love affair. That leaves an eternal memory. Which binds our heart and soul. As we look for something, that we can rely on. Picture that magical moment. Where you can feel. The sensual pleasure, that we share through these words. Let your heart talk to me, because the words that are left unspoken, make us feel totally connected.
Who is this Cupid? And if you play, his game of chance. Know this before you ever start. That in this dance. Some are born to sweet delights. And some are born to lonly nights. Before, he even shoots his arrow to wound your heart.
Now listen up I have a tale to tell. The strangest sight I did see. On that cold clear moonless night. As I drove into a rainy mist. There sitting under an oak tree, was an old soldier with his white hair a tussle. He was the first among the rest to come. Some in blue and some in gray. Which could be a thousand forms. The naked truth in their faces, did show the price they had to pay. But they weren’t flesh and blood. I could not imitate there vulgar since. Mistaken though false, intending to be true, did my eyes deceive me? My heart was no longer at rest with in my breast. In a forlorn state I did feel. Then with out disturbance. The sky begun to glow with the fire from a distant cannon. Th...
My dearest readers!
It is amazing the things you remberer. When you are talking to a friend, you haven't seen in years. I was remind of a funny story about being young.
When I was young, and dumb. A friend and I got into my grandparents liquor cabinet. And stole a really expensive bottle of wine. And a bottle of gray goose vodka. That was the last time I ever drank vodka. I can't even smell it. Without getting sick, to this day. A neighbor had this really stubborn donkey. So we thought it would be a great idea to take him for a ride. Our high school was about a mile and a half from where we lived. Some how we rode him all the way there. I don't know why the doors to the school was open. But ...
A voice in your head scrams, can you here me. When ghosts from the past, come to visit. Mistakes of the past come to haunt you. When shadows of the past find you. As you have been traveling far down life's path. Also you haven't been looking back. They come, and there cress feels like home. You are taken back to that magical night. Where you feel great. It's like how you feel, when the sun beats down on your face, You feel happy and carefree. It was heaven on earth. As you are falling very deep. This is what happens. When two souls are connected. You can remember this, as you walk through the door of another time. It's like an unrealized dream of a thosand sunsets, that needs to be shared....
The question I'm about to ask. Might have a big impact on humanity. If oranges are called orange. Why isn't limes called green, or limons called yellow?
Ok, silly question time.
If aliens arrived at Earth and they chose you to visit their home planet, would you go with them? Why would you, or why wouldn't you?
Today, we are going to a place that is seldom seen, looking for a new city lined with gold, called sanity. That is the power of a dream. But can it be just a dream of another time, Or is that just pretend? It could be, because it is all inside of you. Lost in a promise that might not ever be known. We are all creatures of habit. Have you ever stopped to wonder why? We get up just to work all the time, to lay the money down. So we can make. It to the end of the line. This is the journey that we all must take. Then we are all stressed out. Because we care what people think. Where we have no control. We just have to play their role, just to fit in. When no one cares, that you are ...
Have you ever felt like a ghost rider, traveling through life, and the clock is ticking way to fast. It may feel like once upon a time, but its here and now. Maybe I'm naive, and this is all make-believe. When I was younger. I could put a twinkle in you eye. So come out, and play. It will be all right. Show me how its supposed to be. Spending all my time on the run. Leaves me here sitting alone, world's apart. Just wishing, I had one more chance, to do it all over again. As I Lay awake; wishing. I won't be dream of you beside me. When all I need, is you to guide me. I now know, this must be how Alice felt. As she was looking through the glass. Feeling all these fantomes of feel...
Haven't had the right kind of schooling. But life has taught me well. You might call me a gypsy, or you may even call me a tramp. I would prefer to be called a child of the sun. But we know, how it feels to be cold. Then we know how, it feels to be warm. We have felt hate, and we have felt love. Always looking; but never found, that everlasting love. That we all are craving. We have hidden fantasies, and deep desires. But our story isn't quite clear. At times it can be like, how the sun burns the ground. It also can be like how the ground sokes in the rain. But there are always hopes growing. Even as dreams are dieing. Have you ever felt untouched? Then you know, how wonderful it feels, to ...
I know this crazy cat. Last night my daughter, and I were putting the finishing touches, on a trip to Disneyland. We have planned at the end of month.
Anyhow, the Calico cat named Kelly. Decided she wasn't getting enough attention. So she gets it in her mind. to get up on the open
door. And start to meow. Till we go and see what she is up to. As soon as someone walks through the door. She would pounce. Then she would put her nose in the air. And turn her back on us.
She is a strangeone. I think that is why she
fits in so well.
In the little town of Hanging Branch. Nobody knows how the town, got it's name. Because the closest tree, is many sunsets to the west. There lived a donkey named Fred. He was a young donkey, and did what youngens tend to do. One day as he was walking down the old dirt path, that lead to the old mill. He passed some stones. That were laying there, waiting to build the stone fence, of the Hansons ranch. Being the curious sort. Fred knew in deep part, of the back of his mind. That the house would have apples. As he was inspecting the kitchen window. He found a jar of paprika. Sniffing the jar, all the contents went up his nose. Causing a sneezing fit to start. Which in turn startled Ms, Hansen...
It is said, that love is a soul that lives in two bodies. If you ever felt a connection so deep. Imagine for a moment. How it feels to yearn for another. To be allureed into another's longing stare. This has me questioning. How you are lead; to feel the attraction, that builds to that deep of a connection. To feel the lure of one's embrace. The hunger you feel for a tender touch. Then crave for one. But not another. Does it build over time, or can it happen at frist sight? To feel the desire, start to burn from with in. Anyhow enough of my ramblings. I'm just curious as to how we fall in love.
If we could always live in dreams. We were born to dream. In dreams we can do so many things. There is no limit, to how far we can fly. As we close our eyes and drift away into that magic moment. Sweet wonderful you, make me believe in the power of miracles. Come to me in middle of the night. I look at you, you look at me. The crazy little things you do, makes me want to be with you. Let me lay my hands on you. A touch with tenderness, a sweet caress. Because that's what I want to do. You make me come alive. It's a dream come true. To help me make it through the night.
My dear loving wife!
Tell me one more thing. before you go. How am I to carry on while you're gone. And how, am I supposed to live without you? Do you understand? Please give me one more night. As I sit here listen to the tick of the clock, all alone in the dark. You were the light on the dark side of me. But now your light is nowhere to be seen. Do you know, how much I want to hold you tightly just one more time? Will you still hold my hand? When we meet again in heaven. If you only, realized how much I loved you. You always knew how to make things feel new. I close eyes and all my dreams, pass like the dust in the wind. I know nothing lasts forever, but the sky, and earth. It chills me to...
Do women still believe in romance, or do they think it's dead?
The other day, a couple of my friends, and I got together to have some coffee. Both of my friends are young attractive ladies. We started talking about romance. One told me that guys don't think romantically. And there the ideal romantic date was to go to a bar, with their pals. Then go home to get lucky. My other friend began to tell the story of a date she went on. The guy came to her house, with a bouquet of flowers. Then surprised her, by taking her to this outdoor restaurant. With this balcony, overlooking a lake. The sun was setting. With these beautiful red and orange colors the sky, as they finished their meal. You coul...
At night when you turn out all the lights, and cover your head. There is no place for you to hide. If your hopes fade, simply pretend that you can build them again. Wave your hands in the air, and act like you don't care. Like you are lost in a dream fueled, with emotion burning like a silver flame full of desire. In times like these, you and I both know, accidents happen, and I'm not going to be a victim. In a world full of people its hard to keep up the courage, and even harder to stand and deliver. People are people, and they all have diffrent needs. So how can I promise, that all will be fine? When I don't understand. Why we don't have our feet on the floor, and there is always a wolf at...
Watching out every day, makes you leary. Wanting to leave this old life behind. As time just slips away. It's like shifting in the sand, living in the final hour. Life is always sweet and sour. As the sands of our life fall away. But all the people, you see in the night. Are only hiding from the light. When they need the feeling of a touch. As they are missing the feeling of being close. Im sure you can remberer the feeling. If you don't sow that feeling. You won't get the feeling that anything will grow. When you should be reaching for the sky. You are always looking behind, at what could of been. When you could be looking for that sacred heart. Sometimes you will fall. But sometimes, you ca...
Living in a forest of a dream, that is not as it would seem. Looking for what will come, is the mystery. There has to be something good, wherever it leads. But before this story is told, your desires will lead you.Through this journey called life.
It's amazing, that each one of these single letters, make words. And that these words, make sentences. And these sentences make paragraphs. But how does one rearrange, their letters into words. That make the sentences, that make the paragraphs. That convey your thoughts and feelings? That can explain who we are.
So here it goes. I'm a more mature gentleman. I'm playful, and at times that gets me into trouble. Life is to short: not to enjoy it. If you know what I mean?