Wondering

I wonder if you think of me

When night is drawing near

And in the shadows of your room

The walls around you disappear

I wonder if in your quiet thoughts

Your dreams of me are anymore

When in the silent, velvet blue

The moon is tapping at your door

I wonder if the shining stars

That dangle from the clouds above

Reminds you of my whispered words

In promise of eternal love

I wonder of the lonely light

That breaks upon the early dawn

Still holds a tender memory for now

So long I have been gone

I wonder if you dream of me

When the cloudless skies are blue

Because across each day and night

My thoughts are constantly of you

By Bobby G. Blackley Jr.

To My Knight / Unknown

Please don't wake me

I just feel that I have to be close to you

I just feel that I have to be touched by you

I just feel that I have to hear from you... to see you

I just need to feel you!

I wish that I could see the world as you see it

Looking through the eyes of an angel

I'm sure that the skies would seem bluer still

The cloud's silver lining a lot brighter now

Looking through the eyes of an angel

As I sit and stare at your distant facial expression

I often wonder if your mind is racing

I wonder what thoughts are going through your head

Oh, how I would love to be a concept in your thinking process

Giving you endless amount of ideas ... Inspiring you

I want to know your dreams and desires

I want to fulfill your fantasies

I want to be that shoulder you cry on

The arms that hold you tight and keep you safe

I want to breathe the same breath that you breathe

I want to gently run my fingers through your hair

I want to caress your caramel skin...softly touching your soul

I want to kiss your tender lips as if tomorrow doesn't exist

Losing myself in you...as if yesterday was never a reality

So many wishes

So many dreams

So many fantasies in between

Whatever you do ... Don't wake me

Autumn / Myoriah

Autumn, you are the season about loss...

There is sadness as the leaves drop from your trees...

And I crunch them under my feet...

The sound...

Reminding me of the breaking of hearts when relationships end...

Bareness of trees...

Reminding me I'm getting older as another year comes to an end...

And winter approaches with her loneliness...

.....

If I Died

A wife asks her husband, "Honey, if I died, would you remarry?"

"After a considerable period of grieving, I guess I would. We all need companionship."

If I died and you remarried," the wife asks, "would she live in this house?"

"We've spent a lot of money getting this house just the way we want it. I'm not going to get rid of my house. I guess she would."

"If I died and you remarried, and she lived in this house," the wife asks, would she sleep in our bed?"

"Well, the bed is brand new, and it cost us $2,000. It's going to last a long time, so I guess she would."

"If I died and you remarried, and she lived in this house and slept in our bed, would she use my golf clubs?"

"Oh, no," the husband replies. "She's left-handed."

Women Surround You

White-capped swells blur below. A raucous seagull disturbs the peaceful afternoon, but it is nothing compared to the twitter of your female devotees.

Five days I have been at sea, five days of agony watching you and your admirers pass the time in mindless chatter while I yearn for recognition. A meaningful glance. One meeting of our eyes.

“More tea?” the steward asks with a polite smile. He hides his disdain behind his uniform. The gold braid does not impress me. I send him away with an imperious flick of my wrist and turn back to you. You with your wheat field blond waves and straight nose and blue eyes. You with the crisp white shirt whose collar dances a sensuous tango with the hair on your neck. You with the tight-fitting black pants that showcase your marvelous thighs. But it is not your outward appearance that attracts me. It is your melancholy stare when you look out over the endless water that retreats with Rose’s soft hand on your arm or Maryanne’s light silvery laugh.
Yes, all the women think you’re beautiful. One loves your eyes, another your graceful hands, and another the tiny scar above your left eye. Did you think I didn’t notice how they gaze at you, so coy one moment, so lovingly the next? Their eyelashes flutter, lips pout, upturned chins angle closer to catch your attention.
But none of them know the real you. A gust of wind dislodges a red straw hat from Sybil, the Garbo look-alike. With a gallant bow you sweep low to rescue the pathetic item, delivering it with a flourish and a charming grin.

The ship will dock soon, two hours I hear the steward say, the steward who now gives me a cold stare. I have no care for his insecurity. My focus is you and your gaggle of vapid showgirls who command your interest. Your time. Your effort.

You who stand at the railing not ten yards away, oblivious to my plight, while I rub weary eyes and stroke my beard and let my cigarette dangle from loose fingers. I who sit here, staring, trembling in your presence.
The first glimpses of land appear on the horizon.

Andwerve, May 2006

A Night of Passion / Trixie Love Ergottino

We were walking along the sea,

On a beautiful summer night.

No one around just you and me,

Everything felt just right.

Listening to the waves as they came crashin,

It made such a peaceful sound.

We shared a kiss of passion,

As my heart began to pound.

I felt our love begin to grow,

As you held me nice and tight.

Just going along with the flow

Such feelings i will not fight

Never have i felt this passion

This memory i will always keep

A beautiful night of passion,

that we shared down by the sea

Memories from Lebanon

Those photos where taken when I visited Lebanon last summar ...

A Word to Say

I am in pain .. with no clue to be found ..

all I do is crying .. and no one to care or listen ..

feeling of mistrust is killing the human inside me..

feeling of insecure is surrounding me..

nowhere was left to go.. no warmth is felt nearby my heart..

only cold hands with empty faces where left to be seen...

I pray every night.. "God forgive me.. God forgive me.."

a meeting with death is near..

for my heart is broken.. and an ache is deeply hurting me..

all I see is the flame of the candle left here at the corner of this room ..

waving for me .. for it shall be gone without me .. so ..

so long my friend.. so long my angle.. since I won’t feel your embrace..

life and death are the same.. and in a grave of sorrow, I will be..

with no one to care.. with no one to cry..

Fidelity

When you say you love me / Josh Groban

Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice and suddenly
I'm falling, lost in a dream.
Like the echoes of our souls are meeting,
You say those words and my heart stops beating.
I wonder what it means.
What could it be that comes over me?
At times I can't move.
At times I can hardly breath.

When you say you love me,
The world goes still, so still and silent.
When you say you love me,
For a moment, there's no one else alive.

You're the one I've always thought of.
I don't know how, but I feel sheltered in your love.
You're where I belong.
And when you're with me if I close my eyes,
There are times I swear I feel like I can fly
For a moment in time.
Somewhere between the Heavens and Earth,
And frozen in time, Oh when you say those words.

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still and silent.
When you say you love me
For a moment there's no one else alive.

[bridge:]

And this journey that we're on.
How far we've come and I celebrate every moment.
And when you say you love me,
That's all you have to say.
I'll always feel this way.

When you say you love me
The world goes still, so still and silent.
When you say you love me
In that moment I know why I'm alive.

When you say you love me.
When you say you love me.
Do you know how I love you?

Do you know why we fall in love?

I read this article about why we fall in love. So i thought that why don't you all share me reading it:

When you are young, passion is so strong that it’s almost impossible to stop loving someone! But ever thought why this happens? Well, it’s all in the brain. First comes initial attraction, the spark. Then comes the wild dizzying infatuation of romance – a unique magic between two people who can’t stop thinking about each other...

..To read all the article, please click on the following link ..

http://why-corner.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-know-why-we-fall-in-love.html

Desperate / Teresa Newman

Don't understand why I feel so insecure

It's not like me, I've always been so sure

Of the person I am, my strengths and faults

Now I feel lost, stuck in a foggy waltz

Could drugs have hid so much in me? ?

Emotions make me want to run & flee

To the refuge of my own mind

Where do I look for the answers I want to find?

If I had to describe how I feel-

Desperation is the only thing real

Desperate to stay clean at all times

Desperate to mend my family ties

Desperate to quit my tendency to hide

Desperate to fix my aching inside

Desperate to feel whole again

Desperate for my heart to mend

A Brooken Dream / Abhilash J Abraham

I dreamed of a dream so big it reached through the skies

a dream so big fueled on false hopes and lies

I made myself believe the dream can come true

but never planned on what to do

I built a dream with no base

the reality of it I did not face

I dreames of a dream so high

that it eventually became only a fantasy in my mind

Into the future I could not see

how my dream was going to end up to be

never knew it was a hallucination

just a part of my imagination

With a fading dream now I stand

with nothing more in my hand

I built that had no way

there is nothing more I have to say