If you wouldn't be so offended
you could embrace who you are.
Instead,
it's back and forth once again.

I said I wanted a woman
who'd be with me,
what do they call it?
"Ride or die?"
And you eagerly nodded your pretty little head
with its pretty emerald eyes
and whatever color your hair was that week.

I went walking alone in the dead of the night The birds had taken flight Except for the nocturnal owl Flying silently about Not a soul was in sight Hear the echoes of my footsteps As I went walking in the night

Eulekia

eyes of glass reflect the fragile; those with vision overlook
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when you wear
the artist's hat
your favorite sound
might be "splat!"

the splash of paint
upon the canvas
it doesn't have to
make you famous

there's joy in taking
what you feel
making imagination
real

to put "out there"
what's in your heart
that's the beauty
of making art

when you wear
sweatband or helmet
your muscles and your
mind are "on it"

Philately is history of stamps

Stamps my foot

Over 50 ++years or so old
the album is not presently
with me
shall let you know ....

All world stamps mainly UK
around the world
when they ruled

Take care
ye are also getting old
have you not digitised your self
now you can take some along
when we meet in heaven
will show you some
I'll bring along

fix an RV(rondezvous)
who will await
who first
let me know I will enter in my digitized
PW
not
POW

watching ducks paddling, swans necking, is bliss and ripples make lilies bloom
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In search of love, I'll go out on a limb. In search of friendship, I'll search until time ends. Where there's love that's where I'll be wrapped within it's mystic clouds of happiness so protectively. True love and friendship derives from deep within oneself, so once found, gladly share them with someone else. for all things come freely from the heavenly father above remember this as you go along your journey for whatever you are in search of.

It envelopes me,
Thoughts through emotions,
emotions fulfilled in actions.

It enraptures me,
dazed through my thoughts,
thoughts expressed in gales of language.

It unfurls me,
the curls and turns in my soul,
soul bespeaks as the heart exhales.

It pulls me,
Along the path of denouement,
From me to you, this build up states.

It knows no colour,
It bears no wrong,
Yea, things still go wrong.

Love is my story,
It is what I say,
That's what I'll do.

Yesterday night
I took my kayak for a ride.
The plan was to quietly die
while watching the rising moon.
I left pretty late.
The last sunbeams stumbled
upon the black of the lake
and fell apart
into a thousand bright
and broken lines of red copper.

I was soundless,
passing an ancient bronze of drift wood,
feeling the silk of weightless water,
I almost did not move.
But I pissed off a beaver.
Its angry tail flapping
was loud and clear.

Soft waves wash across our feet
and wipe our footprints from the sand.
Board walk provides a deep backbeat
from a sixties tribute band.

We've walked along this beach before
and heard the plaintive sea birds cry
as they patrolled this stretch of shore
wheeling within a clear blue sky.

But now my gait is not as fast.
My love slows down because of me
unlike the times far in the past
when we splashed this east coast sea.