Sketchbook of thoughts ... Musing ...

Many years,

You have been gone,

But my tears still get in the way,

Of seeing the paper and pen,

Come together in one clear thought of you

So I write through blurred vision and muddled thoughts,

Of the person who brought me life,

Life not only as a human being,

But as an actual substance of life,

That was worth being created on your behalf

You were a strong woman,

So thoughts of your life ending way too early for my liking,

Never entered my mind thoughts,

Even when I knew the inevitable, that your being wouldn't be here to share with me anymore,

In this world of uncertainty 

Love one's dying is unkind to the living,

Because the living has to dwell the rest of their existence without...

But without is the catalyst for the living,

Because you know one day,

You will no longer be among the living,

You will be with the uncertainty of the dead

Why do people die?

Why do we all have to die?

We all ask, knowing that without dying,

Living wouldn't be such a precious gift,

A gift most of us squander one way or another,

Because we don't dwell on dying, 

Yet knowing, tomorrow could bring life ending

It saddens me that life took away such a beautiful person,

Yet left so many not worthy of God's precious gift of life,

Still, breathe on this earth

Why I started this piece, I don't know,

Maybe because of an unknown feeling inside that just needed to be fulfilled,

And thoughts of you always fill me.

I didn't plan to wake up this morning with thoughts of you, 

That would bring tears flowing from my eyes,

Especially after being brought up with your words, "men don't cry."

Yet I had to become a man to realize what you meant was men don't cry over life diversities,

But do cry over the tragedies of life.

Today the winter air is cold,

But the sky is crystal clear and blue,

The warmth of the sun shines through all things of flesh and material,

A great day to think about that special someone like you,

Who taught me what things are essential about in life,

And number one was the love of family...

R.I.P Mom

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Stolen.. .. Musing ... (Thought series)

Unsanction kiss,

Gingerly press against the side of her neck flesh,

Her body writhe,

Her voice release an unexpected sigh, 

A captivated smile reside on her face,

After my Lips softly withdraw, and I walk away,

My kiss of love, stayed....

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Spirit ....

My spirit felt lost, 

And detached from my being,

I felt as if I was all alone,

On a dark night,

On a boat drifting down the Hudson Bay

Too far out,

For anyone to hear my voice crying out in the night,

Too far out,

For anyone to see my arms urgently waving in the air for help

But I still had hope inside me,
That someone would see me,

And quickly come to my rescue

Then came you,

With a kiss,
On my lips,

Sweeter then red wine,

Bringing back the focus of my purpose,

To be love by you ....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Shared moment .. Musing

A shoulder to lower your head on

A chest to share an embrace

A cheek to share your tears

A heart to store your love

A hug for just because

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Plenteous .. Musing .... Thought series ...

Without your love,

To fill my life with plenty,

My life would be bankrupt

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Life... Thought Series ...

Without passion, 

There's no life

Without life,

There's no passion

Without you

I have no life

Because you are

My only passion in life ...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Mankind ... Musing

I'm not the kind of man who constantly remind you, with the words, "I love you"

I'm not the kind of man to whisper in your ear every night before I fall to sleep, "I love you"

I'm not that  kind of man to stand on a mountain top and yell for all to see and hear, "I love you"

I' am that type of man to say at any given moment, "I love you"

I am that kind of man who will show you everyday in the little things he does, that "I love you"

I am that type of man who once he falls in love with you, stays "in love with you" 

Now that's the kind of man, that I am...

1Manview © 8-21-2014 

In my mind .... Musing, ... Thought series ...

Last thought before I fall asleep,

Is the first thought I have when I awake,

And that thought is always of you

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Tomorrow.... Musing... Thoughts series ...

Sometimes we think tomorrow things will be better,

Not realizing, today was tomorrow

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Cherish .. (Life blessings) .... Thoughts series ... (musing)

Sometimes life blessings, isn't what your eyes nor your inner self can see,

Sometimes life blessings, isn't what your fingertips can touch nor grasp,

Sometimes life blessings, aren't what you think you might know about life itself,

But one thing my mind does know, and my eyes can see, 

I'm blessed to have someone like you to have, to love me..

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

A good morning ... Prose poem

Morning first ray of light,

Morning kiss,

Morning chat,

Morning aroma of coffee,

Morning breakfast in bed,

Morning, still in love with you...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Spring fling ... Prose poem ...

Smells of early spring,

Hit me like the smell of a man wearing too much musk cologne,

My vision blurred,

From my eyes tearing,

My mouth was openly inhaling,

Because my nose refused to breath,

While a headache throbbed deep inside my head

A glass of water,

A red sinus pill,

Twenty minutes later,

I took a deep breath of spring,

And welcomed the allergies it was about to bring,

Because I didn't care,

As long as there was no visible air coming from my mouth,

as I exhale my breath,

Nor sidewalks blanketed with heavy wet white snow, 

For my shovel and aching back to throw

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Perpetual love ... Musing ....

Sun quickly rise in the east

Then slowly fall in the west

Today we have a full moon

"Tomorrows" it will be half full

Grass is always greener after the rain,

Turns brown in the heat of the sun

Birds rejoice in song, in the light of a new day

Their voices go silent, when the sky becomes dark

The one constant in my life,

Is the love you have only for me ...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Still .... Prose poem

Your head,

lies,

On my chest,

While, 

Whispers,

Of silent words,

Fill our ears,

With, 

The absence of words

Tenderness

Of,

Flesh, 

Against flesh,

Sooth, 

Our minds,

As, 

Unspoken words 

Of endearment,

Floats,

From our souls

A thousandth 

hugs,

A thousandth 

kisses,

A thousandth 

times,

We have spoken about the word,

But, 

On this day,

While, 

Basting in the morning light,

As, 

Our bodies lay united,

No, 

Words are spoken,

No, 

Words are whsipered,

Because, 

We have no reasons to articulate,

A single vowel,

Mouth, 

A single noun, 

Speak, 

A single conjunction,

Or adjective

We just need to lay still, 

And listen, 

To the soft rhythm,

Of our heartbeats,

While basking, 

In the moment of being in love...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Simplicity of love ... Musing ... Thoughts series ...

Holding hands has become a instant reflex,

Talking quietly among ourselves, when we should be sleeping,

Body bumping at any given moment,

Smiling at each other for no apparent reason,

Sharing popcorn at the movies,

Hogging popcorn at home,

Cuddle while looking out the back window, while watching a Red Cardinal fly from tree to tree, as a deer feed on my grass, my trees, my weeds, my flowers, my vegetables!

Flash kissing a cheek, a neck, a ear, hmm let's not go there, 

Strum a finger through ones hair,

A cold foot under the covers, waking you up after it zeros in on the warmth of your back side, 

Slapping ones hand, when they are reaching for something that's sweet, other then you,

Pulling our body into each other while visiting at someone home,

because it's a habit of having our bodies at fingertip reach,

The words "I'm gone", "I'm home"

Watching girly movies on TV, just so you are sharing the same space at the same time, 

A breath taken bear hug out of the blue,

Sometimes love, is just that simple....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Home alone.... Musing ... (Thoughts series) .......

House empty and quiet like I like it,

Peace of mind,

Do as I please

Same old movies are on the TV,

Same old songs playing on the radio,

My eyes drift out the window glancing where the car would be,

Finding a empty space,

My mind wonders where the heck is she now,

She said she would be right back

Breakfast is eaten,

Lunch is inside me,

Dinner is on my mind

Dishes are done,

Kitchen floor is swept,

Carpet is vacuumed,

Even took out the garbage before it was full

I now sit in front of the computer screen, 

Trying to be busy, but my mind dwells on the emptiness of home alone,

And how it's starting to become a bore

Phone rings,

No, she's not home,

Phone rings again,

No, she's not home again,

Phone rings once again,

Temper has flared, refuse to answer the damn thing

I move from my den and sit down in the living room.

One eye is on the TV, 

While the other is looking out the front door watching for anything that moves,

My hearing tunes out the sounds of the TV, and tune in for sounds of the car driving up the driveway,

I slump in the chair, wondering why do I belief her when she say , I'll be right back, 

When I know that right back means tomorrow,

I stayed home because I thought I wanted some time alone,

But, the next time, I will ask my heart first ....

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Contradiction ..... Thoughts series ....... Musing ........

While thinking in the middle of the night,

When my head is still,

My world has stop rotating,

My mind reflects on the goodness of life many meanings,

Its pleasures,

Its treasures,

While I quietly lay next to the still warmth of your body...

1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Open door (1) Thoughts series ... Prose poem

Sometimes when I'm searching for images on the web, I run into one that speak volumes to me,
 because it reminds me of a piece of my own life. This is one of those images...

Mind crowds with thoughts,

Body unrest in stature, perceive across  the surface of my face

Your presence hover in front of me,

Your voice calm in silence,

While fingertips tenderly ease through the density of my hair

Silence surrounds your body origin,

Calm is in your touch,

As our bodies embrace, voices speak speechlessly

My fingers aimlessly roam across the softness of your backside,

Calming the edginess of my nerves,

My head rest against your body, letting the load on my shoulders be lifted,

My thoughts slowly fades into the vastness of your silence,

While the inner rage and turmoil fighting inside me is let go,

Opening the door of my soul, so it can walk out into the calm of your love,

Leaving me with a body of sanctuary, full of inner peace ....

Thanks LC ....

1Manview © 1999 – 2013

Heartbeat ... Repetition poem

Listen,

Do you hear it?

Listen,

listen to it's strong rhythmic beats,

Listen,

Can't you hear it?

listen,

listen to our heartbeat

Listen,

To its quick pace as our lips taste,

Our arms embrace

listen,

Listen to it telling our life stories and secrets, 

with different beats for different times of our lives

Listen,

To its quiet calm as we spoon together in the bed,

Listening to soft slow songs filling the room with raptured words of love

Listen,

listen to it's beats that are silent and slow, 

as we quietly sleep in each other arms

Listen,

listen closely to the heartbeats of our life frills,

Our life thrills,

Our life chills,

All you have to do is listen

Listen,

Listen to my heartbeat of wanting, needing, of your love

Listen,

Listen to our heartbeats,

Pulsating in the same rhythmic rhythm of essential love...

1Manview © 1999 – 2013