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It’s our pursuit
Since we are newborns in birthday suits
From the womb to the tomb
Ingrained in our DNA
That thing they call L-O-V-E
Love
Rainbows and butterflies
Sunny days and blue skies
That feeling you can’t describe
When you look into their eyes
Love
We are all in search
Like a lighthouses glow upon the water in the darkest of nights
Or a plane in search at the highest of heights
We wish and we pray
That one day
Someone will come and sweep us off our feet so that we will no longer have to stand
Instead we will levitate
Elevate
To a different and better state
To be as one you must find the one
If you’re lucky you’ll find them early in life it won’t take much time
But even one second with the one is worth a lifetime
You see when he met her and she meant him
They might not have known it, but at that moment
Their stars aligned in synchronization
That rewarded their patience
For waitin
Tranquility
Some call it fate
Some call it destiny
I call it an inevitability
You can’t run
You can’t hide
You never know when it will strike
All we can do is embrace our innate desire to have love and be loved
True love
Real love
The type you can feel love
Not the story book or rom-com
Or tinder or e-harmony.com
You’ll know it when it happens
When you find that 1 out of 7.8 billion
Only that 1 will matter, the rest will dissolve
Disappear like a Thanos snap
Leaving you with no time to react
That
is love exemplified
They are love personified
So as he looks at her and as does she
It makes us all wonder how lucky we could be

Every story has its own tune. Every step you take has its own beat. Follow that pulsating throb within your cage. Allow the rumble to take over, fill the blood. Gear up for battle this is you’re calling. Let go of fear, take hold of your sword. You’re here to slay all the monsters to a loving peaceful death –Rebirth. Hear your cry loud and clear. Your message is set forth. Allow the journey to set. Never will your heart turn back to Black. Never will you not have Answers. No turning back now, Start Marching. Stand clear, walk tall, the unfolding truth your t​ime is now.

I smile to hear myself think.
I believe there’s a harvest in every wink.

I take my beatings with a side of cash. Yes sir, no sir. I will, I did, I do.
You’re just like the last one, just passing thru.

You look just like the last one too, Blank.
You feel like the last one. Cold. You smell like the last one. Pain.

I sit. I wait. I believe. I hope. I cry.
I hate, You. Just as I did the last one, just passing thru.

Drown me in this temporary state. I choose to call it comfort.
You tell me it’s everything I want to be. I tell you I’m leaving; you tell me I can’t go.

I take just one more hit. Eyes closed; mouth wet. Ooh. I feel my past coming back.
Lonely, Anger, Poise, Praise and Regret all those I choose to call love who won’t love me back.

Life is that you again. Yes sir, no sir, I will, I did, I do. I can’t, I won’t.
You’re just like the last one, just passing thru. I feel like the last one too.

Blank. No beginning, no end, nowhere to belong.
Imaginary memories I saw on the big screen, made them mine to fit in.

My heart bleeds with envy. I band aid the hole with lucy.
She gets me. No judgement. She comes with her friend rophy so we can do this again.

I smiled to hear myself think, I believed there was a harvest in every wink.
Lies have taken over, just so I can exist. Life you left me without a wish.

I took my last beating with a side of cash. Yes sir, no sir. I will, I do, I did.
I’m just like the last one. Blank, no beginning, no end.

When we first met I thought I was the luckiest man in the world.
I had found not only true love…but my true love.
We shared the same ideals, thoughts, and principles, blending completely as we enjoyed our own unique company.
When we stepped out, I was so proud. Having the most beautiful, talented but self-effacing lady by my side was indeed a dream come true.
The times we spent together were magical. The times apart, agony in the extreme.
Eventually, we became man and wife and like all marriages there were some bumps in the road but through it all, we supported each other, surmounting every setback…including at times ourselves.
Looking back, we achieved many things together. Some small, others monumental but all with a good measure of humility and a keen sense of gratitude to God for guiding us in everything we accomplished.
We have surely come a long way….
But recently I have found a new love. A strong woman who has conquered countless battles, both physical and emotional.
A woman who laughs, cries and thinks like me.
A woman who encourages me when my head is bowed and brings me back down to earth when it starts to swell.
A woman whom I know I will always try for….A woman whom God knows I would gladly die for.
This woman is someone we both know, but someone we have undoubtedly under-appreciated. Someone who is caring, giving, and brave beyond where I could or ever would dare to venture…
…And this woman is you my darling.
I have watched and wondered as the woman I first met and loved has grown into a partner that I rediscover on a daily basis.
I truly believe that we are now in a place where our relationship is like no other, as I embark on my odyssey to find more nuances of your beautiful personality, for me to worship with every fiber of my body, soul…my whole being, today, tomorrow and evermore.

Your golf swing is your unique footprint.

Your signature, your handwriting; it is the way you laugh, the way you cry;
it is your voice.
When you swing the club, no one can swing the club exactly like you have.
Yes, technically, it follows the angles and rules of the proper swing,
but the way you do it, no one does it quite the same way you do.

Or will ever do.

The golf swing is your signature in motion.
Your tag. Your fingerprint.

Your golf swing is unique to the world.
It is saying something about you that you can’t say yourself.
A physical message.
An athletic telegram,
from you.

Such a complex athletic motion that requires concentration,
muscle coordination, balance, and vision.

Your golf swing is your handwriting.
Is it hardly legible scribble or is it beautiful calligraphy?

Your swing is a reflection of you.
It is you.

Are you loud or soft spoken? Are you aggressive or more timid?
Your swing, the way you play reflects exactly those traits you possess in life.

It is the way you dance.
The way you sing.
Who you are and where you are from.
What you do and how you view the world.

More psychics should read golf swings rather than palms.
The swing tells you a helluva lot more about a person.

Unspoken and unforced.
A portrait you paint with each swing.
It is pure movement.

Of all of those who i have met
I never have and haven’t yet
Met someone with beauty through
Possessed in all there is of you
And all there is possessed in you
Is beauty through I never knew
In your voice eternal Springs
As in our youth we long to sing
In your smile the years stand still
Stopping time and ever will
In your eyes where words speak not
I hear the words I once forgot
And in your eyes I do believe
That when you go you do not leave
And though life, my life
May not have shown
The reasons why
I’ve never known
Of all of those
Who i have met
I never have
And haven’t yet
Met someone
With beauty through
Possessed in all
There is of you

To easy my heart, I shed these tears of sorrow
What once was, now memories for tomorrow

Holding on to what could have, should have been by chance
Yearning for your tender touch, your caress, a familiar glance

I am left alone surrounded by this devastating desire
In a world gone still with emptiness of what you inspired

Knowing there should have been so much more
Had we had the time our hearts had planned for

If given one last chance to share with one another
To have one more moment to hold on to each other

How can it be a life so young with much yet to give?
Should be over with the light gone from which to live?

Please tell me how to ease this mournful pain
Of what transpires will fill this void again?

I walk away, never alone, my heart filled with sorrow
What should have been, now memories for tomorrow

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In the darkest hour of the night,
Are seven stars that shine so bright.
Their light is beauty in the sky,
Surely, God’s hand holds them high.

The group of stars about which I speak,
Are named the “Big Dipper” by those whom seek.
North, is the first glitter that you will see,
By using the “Big Dipper” as your key!

Yes,, as the guide to find this star,

CLOUD CLOUD CLOUD…
COME DOWN…
COULD I…
CLIME ABOARD.

CAN YOU TAKE ME…
CAMPING IN THE SKY…
COMPANION YOU WILL BE…
COME ON DOWN TO ME.

CAN’T BE TOO SOON…
CAN NOT WAIT…
CAN KISS YOUR BLESSING…
CAN CELEBRATE YOUR PRESENCE.

CLOUD, CLOUD, CLOUD…
COME TAKE ME AWAY…
CONTINUE WITH YOUR JOURNEY…
CONDITION BEFORE YOU DISAPPEAR.

They say Texas Sally had the magic touch.
So many women owed her, oh, so very much.
They say she made maids virginal again.
Turned troubled girls contrite, more than they’d ever been,

Turned their lips redder, turned their cheeks pink,
Made their figures shapelier than ever you would think.
Their eyes seemed somehow wider and much more prone to tears.
She turned waifs into women way beyond their years.

She didn’t pry who done it, or what their stories were.
She never talked about it and never cast a slur.
Few menfolk knew her name, not even those who came,
But when she died, the women cried and mourned her all the same.

A pea in the pod. A bun in the oven.
If you’re in the puddin’ club, but ain’t feelin’ lovin’
Look up Texas Sally, and go pay her a call.
The Good Lord will forgive, if maybe not the law.

She stood four feet in heels, couldn’t read or write,
Had not many skills, but worked well in low light.
She had tiny, thin fingers and a tiny, thin arm,
Delicate touch, soothing voice, always soft and warm.

No client ever left her disappointed or betrayed.
No lawmen ever raided, no payoffs needed paid.
She had a thriving business and a steady clientele.
Who’d harass a blind old lady whom so many loved so well?

They say she was an orphan with native tribal roots,
A long-forgotten lady whom today’s woman salutes.
She forged a tiny niche, though she was never renowned.
No wonder that she died the richest gal in town!

A pea in the pod. A bun in the oven.
If you’re in the puddin’ club, but ain’t feelin’ lovin’
Look up Texas Sally, and go pay her a call.
The Good Lord will forgive, if maybe not the law.