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My Love
Do you remember the first date?
I still believe in the words spoken then.
whispered.
And I wish then that the magic, the harmony of eye-to-eye, lasts forever.
I would be the one who receives and gives in the midnight silence.
I wanted the gentle touch of your hands.
Your warm hugs and sensual kisses, in the midnight silence, lasts a long time.
I just wanted to know how happy I was.
What are you with me,
and I cherish every moment of your smile in my life?
A lot of time has passed since then.
We’re not together now, but please at least not yet,
once.
Whisper to me, my sweetie
Wipe away these tears
From my face…
Let your blissful voice be.
Be the seal of my happiness
Talk to me… softly…
Whisper to me, honey
I want to listen to your love
I know that distinct tremble.
Of your lower lip
As you talk
Where made for me.
If only you came to me one more time.
And, kissed me to feel once more,
That divine touch of your eye
What a river
Flows through my veins,
My only, joys
Kiss me…
Press your warm lips.
Against mine
Will you do it?
Enter the world of happiness
And bring the flames of your love back into my life.
Today I am feeling very hurt for myself.
From everyone I only wanted a little love,
And I didn't even get that.
After you came into my life I learned to live again,
And now you yourself have left my life.
You know how much I love you,
Then why did you do this?
I was just a little jealous,
What was so wrong in that
That you said you want space?
I always Loved you without
any conditions just to
receive the love i never get
I never wished bad for your parents,
I thought I would love them like my own,
But look what happened,
My happiness was snatched away.
I have no one to share my pain with,
So I am writing my heart's words in this diary.
I`d love to watch the glow of your precious smile
I`d love to kiss you softly under the stars
I`d love to hold you close by the ocean's tide
and let you know how special you are.
I`d love to watch the wind blow through your hair.
I`d love to share a love song and a dance.
I`d love to greet each morning with you by my side
and a candlelight dinner and true romance.
I`d love to watch a waterfall while holding hands.
I`d love to tell the world how I feel.
But both of us belong to another
and no one would understand how we feel.
I`d love to touch your body on a Persian rug.
I`d love to make love to you in front of a fireplace.
I`d love to hold you close and whisper 'I love you',
while gazing at the beauty of your face.
I'd love to feel your passion in the midnight hour.
I`d love to caress you from dusk to morn.
I`d love to be your bridge over troubled waters,
to be your serenity, your guiding light and so much more.
I`d love to turn back the hands of time
to the point in time when you and I were free.
So I could express to you how I felt about you,
and let you know what you meant to me.
I`d love to have you always and forever.
I`d love to have this more than anything.
But all I can do is treasure every moment
we escape to be together in harmony.
I`d love to walk you down the aisle of forevermore.
I`d love to drop on b ended knees and propose.
But you and I belong to another,
and though it seems unfair that's the way life goes,
sometimes.
Copyright 2015 JAMES HOWERTON
It will be one full year, in 4 days. 8,652 hours and 38 minutes since my life gained a permanent gray mental haze. 361 long and sleepless nights. The never-ending tears and the pain my heart has endured, due to your lifes last flight. I thought by this time that the weight in my chest would have been lifted.
I imagine your soul being carried out of that dark hot hole, before any pain was inflicted. Little cherubs celebrating, as a new sister they have been gifted. I figured then, that by now I would have had one year to really process this forever pain and not randomly burst out and scream your name. I guess I hoped I could somehow find peace within my pain when processing your death. I pray that when I go, we will reunite and we will have both been restored from any earthly anger and the wicked snares of uninvited fright.
These are just thoughts. I dont really know what comes next, and that I am learning is alright. Though, I miss you more now then when your existence was solid and I could actually see you. I wish I had more insightful words to share, but the tears running from my eyes have caused quite the glare. It's still hard to think about you in past tense. I don't know how I can ever get past the fact that we didn't get to make an earthly amends.
I do know you would not want me to stay all sad, so here is to you big sis, we love you forever and miss you so bad. Wishing that one day our energy will connect again but for now, in my memory is where we will interact til then.
So you say it’s been that long
My heart can scarcely tell
See……
You may never know the impact that you have- and,
No words or expressions can explain what happens to me when you laugh- and,
I just need you to know how significant you are
So much more than the other
Cause I’m loving this so far
And you don’t know it, but your kisses make me shudder
All in all
Just know that I adore you
I want you to be my teacher
I need you to be my friend
I need every ounce of you
You must be my here, my now and my then
So I’m here when you’re ready
I’m here when you’re not
I want to be your all in all
I’ll be all that you know you need
And everything in between
1 month, and here I am
1 month, here I’ll stay
So remember this time
Remember this day
When I read this at our wedding…..
You won’t know what to say……..
I step up to the green screen
In my tie and 5 piece suit
Here for you on the daily
My predictions absolute!
You can always count on me
To know how to prepare
Waiting for my forecast
So you know just what to wear
I know you might be angry
Because I told you there'd be sun
But how was I supposed to know
That a blizzard had begun?
And maybe there was one time
Where you questioned my potential
But sometimes an inch of rain
Turns out to be torrential
I told you there would be some wind
Before you lost all power
Technically I wasn't wrong
It was just 100 miles per hour
I do my best by mother nature
But she can be quite fickle
Shift your blame over to her
If you're in a weather pickle
So keep your trust in me
and I'll keep you in the know
Even if you end up in shorts
In a cool five feet of snow :)
March 30th,
You're a Weather Forecaster contest, Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Ever had those moments when you were convinced--
no, make that Definite,
that everything was going your way?
Map in hand, destination in sight
then only to be horrified
that you suddenly
didn't know how to read the map?
That the compass doesn't work,
that you misinterpreted the signs?
So you are left with nothing.
Stuck in a place
between the now and the future--
Which is basically nowhere at all.
Asking for directions is pointless,
because the people you ask
are as clueless as you are--
wandering in their own vicious circles;
of rings getting tangled, untangled,
clashing then finally collapsing
into unlinkable chains
A conundrum, really.
Imagine this map as a perfect puzzle image,
shattered into a million jagged pieces in midair--
and they lie suspended there,
floating, painstakingly taking forever
to fall--- to--- the......... ground
You try to catch them, but are hesitant,
because the pieces are so sharp, angry
leaving you with bleeding cuts all over
and yet if you fail to do so, and they hit the ground
they shatter once again,
as dust
Impossible task, really.
Crying does you no good,
since tears mixed with that dust--
well, you are only left with mud
So what's one left with?
Instinct.
Sheer gut.
And you can only hope and pray
that you don't make a wrong turn this time.
Completely thrown off course,
you follow what you think is right.
Collect yourself,
read the signs again
and walk on.
Might take you days, even years
but at least you still tried,
refusing to just stand still,
waiting for the paths to show you the way.
You pave those paths yourself,
without trampling on ants
and maybe one day
you'd suddenly find yourself
in front of that lockless door
that was meant for you alone.
It is clamped shut though,
and will only open when it sees you.
This is that door that actually leads to the
place you've been searching for all along.
It doesn't have any locks at all
simply because
You are the key.
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There is no power greater than the Lord's, but there is a powerful lesson to be learned by not stumbling off on a fool's errand. That idiom is a phrase that explains the undertaking of a futile effort to find or prove something that is an impossible task. Thus, the effort becomes a waste of time and a fool's game to play. It is doomed to succeed from the start, even if the journey taken is by one with a good heart. The goal will never be reached when shrewd ones preach one thing and hand out rose-colored glasses to disguise words they speak but never practice. They tickle the ears of all who will listen, but the truth is what the naive ones will never hear. The real fool's errand is trying to unveil the fools who in spite of all efforts to conceal it, reveal themselves when the truth will out.
it's a waste of time
to go on a fool's errand~
fruitless endeavor
The phrase itself implies that it would be an unproductive effort and a lesson in futility such as Sisyphus rolling a boulder uphill only to watch it roll back down again. So, don't allow yourself to be disappointed, nor disjointed when the foolhardy in the world ..."don't know how to get along, yet, they pretend they've done nothing wrong."* It would be much wiser to avoid engaging with those who are always caught up in the throes of what they haughtily impose upon unsuspecting others. Excuse these added idioms, but they will help make the point about not getting a nose out of joint thinking a fool's errand is 'not my cup of tea.' Or, I'd rather 'call it a day' then chase a fool whose life has gone astray. Don't 'shoot yourself in the foot' by being a fool on an errand that will only prove to be 'a wild goose chase.'
in a world of fools
don't be duped to prove them wrong~
prove yourself wiser
* Sandra Feldman in her poem: 'Foolish World'
He sits upon the edge of tomorrow,
lost in his little world full of sorrow.
Sands of time have no patience for his pain,
bemused and confused he can't feel the rain.
You ask, but his excuses feel so lame,
so it's no surprise he's forgotten your name.
He buries his heart behind a steel shield,
cares not if you're still hurting or have healed.
He craves to sit in chapel like silence,
as church bells alarm his mind with violence.
Voices torment, where did it all go wrong?
His guitar rebels, cares not for his last song.
Doctors don’t know how to save this John Doe.
A once kind man, his friends called Smiley Joe.
Silent One
16 October 2019
She comes to him speaks of love
she shun his rejection
she goes to him in love she does...
she spurs his heart reactions
They Come to Speak of Love but were apart and quiet
the love in them from God they deny it
He goes away from her love advances
He embrace his agape ways
forgiveness is her perfume belittled glances
yet her make up in flawed hazed
They Come to Speak of Love but were apart and quiet
the love in them from God they deny it
Nether man nor woman really
know how to LOVE
...they have to much humanity
not enough God and Jesus
Love speaks far better when you speak love
in action in Jesus in and through God Amen Always
9/19/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©