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Ghost Lover

My hands trace imaginery lines where your body use to be.
They know every line every curve and follow them from memory.
Leaving an outline of love lost in the air before me.
The feelings flow from the ghostly caress to my mind as if the warmth the softness of your 
flesh is real.
The breaths we shared course through my veins.
And pulse throughout me as my heart pounds out your name in a rythm as steady as day 
and night.
My lips long for the silky feel of yours pressed on mine.
With whispers shared between which made each better and more intense then the last.
Filled with the passion which has toppled nations and makes the world stop and all around 
us vanish.Till it's only you and I.
My ghost lover you will always be with me.
For although the simple world will try and make me forget.
My body never will..
You are as much of me as I am myself and I shall carry your spirit evermore.

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Sweet Kiss

I watch as you speak and how your mouth moves.
Words spoken fall upon deaf ears.
Sounds muted by the subtle nuances of motion which propel 
unheard words in my direction.
Full ripe colors each reflecting diffrent moods, feelings.
I have yet to deciper them all.
But even in natural tone they spin images of long embraces in my mind.
A hundred times over I resist tracing those lines of expression.
A hundred times I've ached at the feel of their touch.
But not to be for it is forbidden.
Oh so tempting to surrender to sealed eyes and a mouth guided by 
an imagined path taken  in my minds eyes a dozen times over.
A path to a promise land that I can only dream.
Sweet warmth, sweet softness, sweet kiss..

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Three Pennies

One was when it was new.
Shiny head calling to me from days of childhood.
Pick me up and make a wish..Surely you know this to be true
for people have told you your whole life it is.
Having doubts I grasped the penny
Heard the voices of the past Make a wish and it will be true..
and i wished for you.
   Second was when we were one and strong
I saw the heads again.whispering their taunts.
Pick me up and make a wish, surely you know this to be true
So I grabbed that penny and held it close
And thought my wish and blew a kiss
and once again wished for you
   Number three was tough,dirty and worn.
Hidden under and could barely be heard.
Right at my feet as the connection had ended.
It rasped pick me up and make a wish surely
you know this to be true
I glared at that penny through eyes fogged with pain.
I bet on two others and look at the cost.
My spirt is tattered my hearts at a loss.
I dug it out and rubbed it...
My you've had it rough
Your surface is worn with deep gouges through out
Still it called again in a voice barely heard..Make a wish
surely you know this to be true but went on..those others
you bet on where shiny and new, my surface is beaten but it's what 
I've been through..My magic still works of this I assure you.
    And I grasped that dirty penny in hands filled with hurt
Kissed it rubbed it and once again....
I wished for you.....

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Skipped Stone

Just sitting by the water, waiting for you?
Picked up held lovingly, rubbed softly, gripped firmly.
The perfect throw, the perfect flight...SKIP.....SKIP...SKIP
OH what divine circles we made together SKip..SKip...SKip
Momentum slipping taken away by the very beauty we created?
skip...skip..skip
Can this perfect ride be finished?
Sinking now beauty behind me perfection still in my wake.
Gracefully down I go slowly rocking peacefully down down down.
Resting  on the bottom muted light, cold silence..
For a brief time watched the perfection we had created  fan out above me
Perfect circles in perfect unison spread out join till they are no more.
Find me again hold me lovingly wrap your hands around me and lets make 
perfection again.
For I do not like this place I am at. For it is cold,dark, silent.
Find me or I will remain here alone.
Forever remembering the beauty and perfection we had once made.

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Paper Facade

Such a thin veil
As translucent as can be without being clear.
Stretched Taunt hardly any give.
Can you hear my heart echo off its surface?
Always wondering why others can not.
Eye's search, fingers stroke probing for weakness?
Or just drawn to the smooth calling surface.
At times I think have the tears weakened it?
Have they made it soft?
At other timesI believe layer upon layer.
Drop by drop this facade has been hardened.
Strengthened by the very thing which most would not want to subject it to.
The paper facade, though thin is resilient.
Permanent if need be, it's presence necessary.
For without it all would be layed bare.
And I care not for this most precious of things to be unprotected.

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Wept While I Slept

I had a dream that we had to say good-bye. 
In it I kept begging for you to stay, but knew it wasn't what had to be 
As I begged you to stay and cried at your feet you looked at me and I could see it's 
not what you wanted 
The look in you eyes as you waved good bye tore through my soul 
As you moved away the pain grew to great and I awoke 
You are gone my eyes are wet and I cried in my sleep

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Enough

Enough
Why are we never satisfied with enough?
There is never enough money, but the bills are paid.
You had enough.
And the day the bills aren’t paid, you tried your best.
And that’s enough.
You never have enough time, but with some management you have accomplished 
your tasks.
You had enough time for the dishes,
Enough time for the laundry.
Enough time for the kiddos'
And when it seemed like there was not enough time for them,
you found more.
Because there is never enough time for them.
I would argue that enough is merely a state of mind
with different levels for different people.
But with some insight,
we would all see
sometimes that not enough, never enough, and just enough are all the same thing.
But our individual perceptions are off.
Because at the end of the day
And with all that happens in this crazy life
All you can hope for is another day.
But with that realization
you have the chance to change your attitude.
You can now approach everyday knowing that you can and will accomplish enough.
And no one can ever take that from you.
Enough is what you make it,
And you will always have enough.

Published in  Mamalode magazine.

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Like Play Doh

Once,now, always magical..
From once your allowed to play with it because you won't eat it..
Till the day you realize it,s been there your entire life..
And like Play doh once you blend it together, you realize you will never be able to 
take one color from the other completly...
We will always have our blended parts...
We may remain seperate pieces but, will always be one due to our blends.
Which run so deep nothing can ever seperate them..
SEE...
Was, is, will always be magical...

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Your Touch

Your touch is like sunlight on my skin. Your voice is a cool breeze rushing over and 
through my body. 
When I am close, to resist being closer is like the waves resisting gravity.
Your presence your being fills me completely wrapping all that is me in your warmth 
your compassion and your love. 
So tightly I feel as though nothing will ever harm me again. 
I can not begin to stop wanting you and all that is you for you are what truly defines 
all that I have ever searched for. Your touch drives through my flesh to my soul and 
caresses my spirit to points yet undiscovered by those who have yet to experience 
what it is to be touched by a celestial being. 
To feel all emotions, everything in a wave so intense as to leave me speechless and 
weak in your arms. 
I will never stop longing for your touch. I will not wake another day, sleep another 
evening with out craving it and I will continue to feel it upon my skin till the life 
leaves. 
Then I will continue to wait, wanting till alas some day I feel that touch again....I 
love you

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Letting These Boots Go Part 1

I wore these boots for two decades.Whether shiny black or desert tan.
Through sun and snow, soaking wet or frozen solid.
Dusty dry or so muddy it was an effort to move each leg forward.
But always moving they were on all tasks and missions assigned for failure was
Never an option.
  These boots belong to me and hundreds of thousand others.
These are the boots of what is now called the legacy force.
For myself and all who sacrificed, served and dedicated their lives to serving this 
nation. From the Cold War, Desert Storm, Bosnia, Kosovo and Iraq.
 Protecting all that we chose to stand in front of and safe guard.
To protect with everything even if it meant for some boots to make no further prints.
 These are the boots I wore. I learned the way of these boots well.
Time and time again in times of peace and times of war.
I let them guide never questioning. One hundred and ten percent dedication.
These boots dictated my life and I let them.
For they required it and I accepted that.
  These boots travelled me around the world seeing many sites which many can only 
dream of. Countless people I have conversed with and tried to gain as much 
knowledge and wisdom as I could gather.
  I have never questioned this until recently.
At the end of as long hard trail filled with many hard times.
I have chosen to lay these boots aside.
For the older legs that now fill them had trouble bearing the weight which they 
represent.
  The act of unlacing and storing is not easy.
For although I had many a battle buddy, friend, ally say" go on old man and live 
your life you have given enough no more should be asked of any man"
Neither the boots nor I were ready to go easy. Because we travelled so long 
together we had become one.