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Beacon of life:
At one time, these tall pillars of light, led the way for sailors. Now they are monuments to days gone by. God is my beacon! I pray t..
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HEART BEAT
I just want to lay my hand on your
chest, the beating of your heart a
vibration under the tips
of my fingers, your
hand over ..
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WHAT I LIKE ABOUT MEN...
They really know how to open jars,
[After we loosen them of course..]
and they really know their stuff,
when it com..
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A little something I wrote while working in a little diner here at home.. before I was forced to find another job when it closed.
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I feel him there just watching me,
I can see his shadow on the wall,
I detect the faint scent of his musk,
His shadow shifts.
My ears strain to he..
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STITCHES
The cloth is my canvas,
a tiny needle, my brush,
threads of every color,
are the paints that I favor,
to create a work of love,
a Mas..
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REVIEWS
How do I judge?
What's in another's heart,
mind, soul?
My thoughts are mere
chicken scratches
compared to how you
feel.. inside,
yo..
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Can you see her?
Sleeping there?
In that old recliner chair.
All curled up in a little ball,
for she has no cares at all.
She's snug,
As a..
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A breath of sound
A whisper in the wind.
A lover sighs my name.
A voice in the dark.
In the heat of the night.
I dream, sweet dreams of you.
Eve..
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This is something I have thought about a lot over the years. Have you ever wondered how much you really understand someone else? How they think, feel,..
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