Texas Gulf Coast in the Spring


 

Bluebonnets on the roadside

Pleasant days and cooler nights

A breeze playing the windchimes

A young man catches your eye

 

Crawfish boils with potatoes and corn

Redbuds sprouting purple on the trees

Laughing with friends on the patio

Watching the growth of all being born

 

A deer in the field watching its fawn

An armadillo killed on the run

Picking dewberries along the fence line

Daylight savings time makes the day long

 

Catching specs, drums and reds in the bay

Eating strawberries at the festival

Drinking margaritas in the sun

Texas in the spring – It can take your breath away!

 

©2014

Right Now . . .


I have been around the block a time or two. I am definitely a bit cynical. Having said that, I appreciate every little moment for what it is, a moment of sharing, learning or enjoying the moment. I am one of those people that like to get it all out on table; I don’t like holding much back, though I know some things may be better left unsaid. This can be problematic . . . but I am always thinking about what I do not want to leave unsaid. Though it may be better, there are a few things I may not want to take to my grave.

So often, people see things in us that we never see in ourselves. This is when other people’s opinions matter – or they should. I have been fortunate in my lifetime to have a few people see things in me that I would’ve never seen in myself, or even imagined would pertain to me. People who have actually been touched by me, in ways I may never know or understand.

While being a heavy burden, this is also intoxicatingly and passionately stimulating. This is when we realize, no one is an island, and we all touch others in ways we never imagine, intend, or suspect. This is why there is such a concept as responsibility to society or others in general. The web we walk, and legacy we leave, are often unseen, if not specifically sought out.

There’s an old saying that there is someone out there that loves you right now that you are most probably unaware of. I agree with this sentiment 100%. I think this applies to everybody, whether you believe it or not.     ~~

I Notice Her Curves


I get out of the shower and walk into the bedroom. She’s lying on the bed, on her side, wearing nothing but her wedding ring. This particular position grants me the privilege to see the curvature of her body well. Though we have been together for decades, I am never oblivious to how curvaceous she is. Though I know she wishes she was a few pounds lighter, regardless of the twenty pounds she may fluctuate, I love the curves of her body, as there are many.

No one could ever mistake her for anything less than the voluptuous woman she is. There is nothing straight or flat about her. She has curves that a man’s hands could run across and down, and explore, for hours on end. Her skin is soft, smooth and velvety. She has a dimple in each shoulder and each butt cheek. Sometimes her belly is fairly flat, sometimes rounded – neither matters to me, as her belly button in the middle of her womanness is so perfectly shaped and deep – I can get lost in that all alone.

The small of her back and waist has just the right curvature in before exploding onto the slopes and curves of her ass and hips. Her ass is round and soft and more than fills my hands. Her legs are feminine, but muscular not skinny or bony, suggesting stamina. I always think of cheerleaders when I look at her legs, though she was never one. Her breasts are real and command to gravity – having said that they still sit quite firm and high for a woman of her age and experience. They are soft and fall perfectly when she sits erect. There are 20-year olds who don’t have as nice a set.

If I didn’t know her age, I would never be able to guess it in the dark – as her fine wrinkles are only visible in the brightest of lights. God has blessed her in ways she doesn’t even understand – but I do. I understand . . . I notice when she is dressing or undressing . . . I notice when she is walking towards me or away from me . . . I notice when she is asleep and I am awake enthralled looking at her.

Deja Vu


 

He was the shy boy across the street

She’s wasn’t exactly the girl next door

His parents tried to warn him away

He knew he’d never felt this way before

 

Lying together in bed for hours on end

Sharing their feelings and life stories

Discussing their dreams, desires and sins

Their bodies fitting  perfectly exploring their glories

 

They got their own place

As soul mates started their lives

It all seemed so right

Till they began burying  knives

[in each other’s backs]

 

Deja Vu  . . . They’ve been here before

Deja Vu   . . . The view seems so clear

Deja Vu   . . . They know the score

Deja Vu   . . . Love fights the fear

 

They grew up together

They endured and grew through the pains

The world was their oyster

Till they noticed the stains

 

Decades had passed, fine lines evident

Yet they still looked the same, in each other’s eyes

But they were neglectful, holding grudges

And soon learned what complacency buys

 

Deja Vu  . . . They’ve been here before

Deja Vu   . . . The view seems so clear

Deja Vu   . . . They know the score

Deja Vu   . . . Love fights the fear

 

Soon the contempt crept in

Causing cracks in their bond

They tried several times to go it alone

But the love and desire just wasn’t gone

 

As time marched on, he knew he’d  misjudged missing her

Even apart, they shared each other’s bodies and bed

But then after he’d leave, often wishing he’d stayed

This just fucked with her heart and her head

[and it hurt]

 

Deja Vu  . . . They’ve been here before

Deja Vu   . . . The view seems so clear

Deja Vu   . . . They know the score

Deja Vu   . . . Love fights the fear

 

They got back together, though he took his time

Many promises made, she meant them this time

Boundaries were set, expectations revealed

This time it would work – tough times were behind

 

Life continued to challenge them in ways never expected

They tried to stay strong as confidence and faith wavered

Expectations forgotten, many promises broken

Though they’re holding on, praying love remains savored

 

Deja Vu  . . . They’ve been here before

Deja Vu   . . . The view seems so clear

Deja Vu   . . . They know the score

Deja Vu   . . . Love fights the fear

©2014

You Only Still Love Me


You only still love me,

Cause you don’t really know me.

If you did, then you might change your mind.

I may not be all you dream I am,

That pedestal seems pretty high.

The thought of me is intriguing, I know,

Cause of the thought of you is too.

But the past is the past,

Can’t bring it back now.

What the future holds,

God  only knows.

©2014

Clearing Cobwebs


Need to clear my head

Need to clean my house

Need to make my bed

Need to wash my car

Need to kick the can down the road & far . . .

 

Tomorrow making my bed

Tomorrow cleaning my house

Definitely clearing my head

And getting perspective on my goal

Renewing the passion in my soul . . .

©2014

Don’t Hold It Against Me


 

Don’t hold it against me

The secrets you’ve told me –

You shared them freely

While I had no idea.

Now that I know them

These secrets you’ve told me –

Don’t hold it against me

That I know how you feel.

It’s pretty enlightening

And sometimes a bit frightening –

These secrets you’ve told me

How I had no idea.

No need to occasionally

Remind me of my place –

Don’t hold it against me

Please treat me with grace.

©2014

Elements


ELEMENTS

 Fire

Dance of light

Air

Breath of life

Water

Cleanser of sin

Earth

Bearer of men

©2014

Balancing Act


I am the thinker –

You are the dreamer.

Shall I perchance to dream?

No, I’m too busy thinking.

Shall you perchance to think?

No, you’re too busy dreaming.

We used to be the perfect pair –

Totally balanced out.

Now the scales have tipped –

Equilibrium washed out.

Have I lost my dream?

Have you lost your thought?

Have we lost our way?

I’d like to think not.

©2014 

Hard To Trust 100%


I’m looking to the future

But I have to admit,

I tend to turnaround & peer

At the past just a bit.

 

Hard to trust 100%

Hard to trust 100%

That’s just the way it is.

 

I’m looking to the future

And as I prepare to receive,

I can’t help but wonder what

The good Lord has in store for me.

 

Hard to trust 100%

Hard to trust 100%

That’s just the way it is.

 

I want to move on,

Move on past the pain.

My heart’s a willing partner,

Not so easy for my brain.

 

So I stand on guard –

To some extent, but I’m

Ready to leave the past,

See what’s in store ahead.

 

Hard to trust 100%

Hard to trust 100%

That’s just the way it is.

 

I’m looking to the future

But I have to admit,

Can’t help but look over my shoulder

At the past just a bit.

 

But I’m not frozen in my tracks,

Petrified to move – I smile,

I laugh, I open my heart, my mind

I just hold back a little bit.

 

Hard to trust 100%

Hard to trust 100%

That’s just the way it is.

©2014 

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