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