Ocean Waves

Sounds all the same,

Crashing, Clashing…,

Rushing in-Rushing out…,

shifting sands

blown in

many winds

air

travel far and near

to

breathe- in

the Ocean.

A

single

Polaroid picture

alone

frozen

weakness

in a

selfie

uneasy

to sit

Slick,

get dirty,

or

be rocky,

cocky,

to

Smile

or

don’t

digging in

ten toes

into

beach sand

before

water waves.

Boogers to

brush

faces others

won’t or don’t

ain’t

NO

cares

on the

Beaches

to

feel-in the waves

in

feelings

of

tears

running-in and running-out,

crashing and clashing,

away

drops

blown cool

in the breezy

wavy-chill-waves.

Nurturing

the

sounds

as a blanket

sitting

Still

amongst shifting

sands

to the

waves

that

sounds

All

the same.

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There’s no one

better than you…,

You mines

and I am yours…,

searching ceased

when you

got on your knees

galaxies in my eyes

you asked to

married me.

Happily,

I said, Yes

to your love…,

Happily,

You said, Yes

to my love…,

Universe

reversed the

lonely curse

to explored

love

in united hands

traveling thru

our future

as my loving man

and I

your loving woman.

Crushin’ to Synchronized

Listen with your soul

slient

mover,

intellect

abstract-twisted

to listen to

inner heartbeats…,

No headphones

needed

but

the sound.

Echos,

whispers,

laughter,

quietness,

moments granted

as a blessing,

Thank you

A warrior

striving

yet,

hurt dead by love

quoted, “girls come and go”

rhythm to slow,

patience

thumps

a snap-vibe

by a Sunny beauty glow.

Yield

to the beat

and NO…,

maybe piano chords,

possibly guitar,

oh-oh’s to nothing

flow…,

timing too fast…, No re-records!

Pass history hunts

daily sounds, wounded by

hot-blasted bullets zooming

passed ears for years…,

migraines in flames,

numbing nerves

in novecaine…,

hours slips away

into days

of silence,

adding more to

clogged ears

listening to not listening

to a beautiful

harmonic tempo,

trying to sync

to his playing beats

in repeat.

Loving Dreams

Dreams do come true,

if

You are in them.

In my dreams,

somethings are

what they seem…,

Flirting touches

with

your smiling

eyes

heating the

temperature

of us to

come alive

brightly,

to catch

my sweet soft kisses

on

your lips,

teasing

me

with your

tickling hands,

exploring

like a Real-Grown-Man

on

curves and thighs

playfully,

you continue

to surprise

me,

in understanding

our

secrets of

awaiting discoveries

deep-down

past our

mystery journey

to be loved and feel loved

unconditionally.

Holding my heart gently,

you satisfy

and cherish me

plenty,

listening to the

rhythm of

our

flowing

everlasting

love…

In my dreams,

somethings are

what they seem…,

Waking up

next to You

everyday.

Hey, I Miss You

I miss you,

I really do.

I may not

talk to you

everyday, or

be grace by

your presence

in my zone

conversely

acknowledging

the recoil

resistance to

reach out to you

anymore

but…

my heart and spirit

with compassion

and admiration

for you

will eternally be

a prominent

part of my life

So…

missing

You,

will never change.

Hit’em Hard

A fighter

inside and out

each muscle

used

without a doubt

there’s

doubt.

Putting on the

gloves

Hit, Hit, Kick, Hit,

no pain

no gain

sweating thru

each bit

of grump

magnifying

the trumpet

to hear

“She Will Win!”

Defeating the

enemy

within

killing the

opponent

in the ring…of the bell

next round

drink and exhale.

Ready…Let’s Go

more rounds for

the opponent

to hit the floor.