Friday, February 20, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Beyond Valentine day... Musing
Our love is beyond the comprehension of Valentine day,
or any other day the world deem special,
Because our love is just that,
Special
Only a special love could endure the things life has put us through,
From heartship, pain, Turmoil,
Yet each time we have overcome all of life obstacles,
Because of the special bond we have,
A bond of true love
Yes,
We disagree,
We raise our voices,
We shed tears,
We hug
Yet the important part of our life stay the same,
And that's our love for one another,
A love we lean on when things go wrong,
The same love we rejoice in, when life smooth sailing is bestowed upon us,
How can I ask you to be my Valentine,
When your heart and soul is already mine,
Leaving you with nothing else to give,
And that's alright with me,
Because that means I already have the best of you,
And having the best of you,
Is all this one man can ask for
1Manview © 1999 – 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
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
1Manview © 1-25– 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Stealth
Flickering candles hide the silhouette of the darkness,
That hide in the four corners of the room,
Their luminance flow off the color of your bare flesh,
Beam off the soft glow of your eyes,
While my arms fold over your flesh softness
Quiet stirs the air,
While heartbeats beat without urgency,
Minds think without... Thinking ...
Wondering fingertips gingerly smooth out unseen wrinkles of our flesh,
As the sounds of our world filters through our ears,
While a stolen moment of intimacy goes unforgotten
1Manview © 1999 – 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
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,
That someone would see me,
And quickly come to my rescue
Then came you,
With a kiss,
On my lips,
On my lips,
Sweeter then red wine,
Bringing back the focus of my purpose,
To be love by you ....
1Manview © 1999 – 2014
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