Good Wednesday morning! I hope this finds you well and managing the best you can in these dangerous and awkward times.
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.
She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt. Her eyes were black as coal and her voice sweeter than the Michigan Fall honey.
She told me. “Blind folks need love and kiss. They believe love is forever. The soulmate fantasy leave you lonely, waiting and dead in heart. Don’t believe in outer appearance. Pretty does, sometimes is pretty not. Be brave and careless, better to eat life-up without seeking perfect love and perfect kiss. If you want little, you won’t be disappointed.”
I loved her eyes. Cold and relentless and I loved her tantalizing tender voice. I loved her truthful and honest words.
She told me. “Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart. Sometime women are killers, murderers of love and kindness. They will leave you bloody and dying without a second of…
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Black as the night.
I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She was so damn beautiful and I knew. If you dance with a woman, who heart is gone, her eyes are cold and deadly. Love is myth and tale to her. Better to be a bystander who won’t learn the taste of the sweet warm lips and the entanglement of legs, arms and skin.
When you dance with the Devil. The Devil always win. She came to me and she whispered. Not dancing with me Johnnie tonight. Is it fear or wisdom? I’m lonely my sweet man, baby, honey and dear. Please dance with me, whisper me a sexy story. Where love is sweet and forever. Make my skin bleed with need, make my body beg to be…
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your laughter can be contagious
your smile can be infectious
and when you speak of poetry
you light up the room
like no one else has
like nobody else has
when poetry and beauty collide
love resides, truly in your heart
my poet heart is so pleased to have met a beautiful young woman who loves poetry…
“They claim the symbols of the republic as they subvert its institutions.
They pin the flag to their lapels before commencing the day’s work of lying, obstructing, and corrupting.
They speak for America to a world that remembers a different and better America.”
“The government of the United States seems to have made common cause with the planet’s thugs, crooks, and dictators against its own ideals—and in fact to have imported the spirit of thuggery, crookedness, and dictatorship into the very core of the American state, into the most solemn symbolic oval center of its law and liberty. The man inside that oval center did not act alone. He held his power with the connivance of others. They executed his orders and empowered his whims for crass and cowardly reasons of their own: partisanship, ambition, greed for gain, eagerness for attention, ideological zeal, careerist conformity, or—in the worst…
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“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”
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Making a big life change is pretty scary.
But, you know what is even scarier?
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