World of Fire

World of Fire

The essence of true beauty
Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows
Of your joy and laughter

You hold my hand and smile
As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire
Our love is all there is

I touch your face
Your gentleness astounds me
I’m held in the honour of your love

Then overnight, the world turns suor
61 mInutes past the ELeventh Hour
I’M A L 0 N E
Poet: Spike Milligan

Sunny Weather Girl…

Sunny Weather Girl…

Your my diamond in the rough.

Sweet smell of rose amongst a dirty musk.

Your a diamond, set on platinum.

Your a Pile of carats. 

An undeniable attraction, my words can’t touch 

If I could alleviate your pain I would take it in a second.

Warmth moves over my body when you step in my direction.

Negative outloik, but now your changing my percecption.

More than beautiful, more like God’s divine invention.

Cause for you baby, I would stop the ruin.

Thoughts of you run through my body, like blood runs through my veins.

Everything you do is perfect, I would never give an order.

Walking in the desert, your my only drop of water.

I keep a hard front, but you just crossed the border.

Look into your eyes, and I just see a goddess.

Getting to my heart and defying all my logic.

Can’t figure it out. But whatever. I want you, got it?

Staring at you, it couldn’t get much better.

Feathers of a kind, that’s why we flock tigether.

If you dislike a word of this I hope y I u realize; whether hurricane or tsunami-

Your my sunny weather girl.




Cowboys and Horses

Cowboys and Horses

wp-1452522675284.jpgHave you ever been so tired of living the same day over and over again that you just could not take it any longer?  I suspect we all have, at one time or another. Usually we just take a deep breath, close our eyes for a moment, and pray the feeling will pass.  This is what I do now, all the time.  But there was a day, almost twenty years ago, where I did not just grit my teeth when this feeling hit me.  And thinking back now, i am so grateful I followed my impulse, for if I had not, I would not have my son. I wanted to ride a horse. I just knew, that if I could ride again, all would be right in my world. I was living in Boone NC. I had followed my high school sweetheart there. Remember? The guy I had run away from home for?  He was then attending Appalachian State University, and I had found a job working with traumatically brain-damaged men and women. And in the beginning everything seemed to be working out, then it wasn’t.  I realized that I had grown tired of my 4 year relationship.  Complacent. Boring. Old news. Whatever the case, I broke up with my sweetie, not in anger, I just felt that there was more somewhere. More to see, more to do, more people to meet.  With my break-up over, I went a little bit wild.  I partied. Hard.   But as with most things, this too got old. I think it was a Tuesday, but on this day something felt different.  I woke to an excited feeling.  A feeling that I now know only someone young and naive would explore. I wanted or maybe even needed to ride a horse again. 
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So I did what any young, naïve, almost broke, very manic girl would do~ I packed my life into my 2 door Ford Explorer, overdrafted my checking account as much as the ATM would allow, about $400., and bid Boone NC  a last farewell. Then I was off.  Naturally, I went west.  I needed to ride a horse, and horses were out west-right?  I told myself that I would keep driving until I found a place. So 1328. miles, or about 26 hours later~ I arrived. I was in Canyon Texas at Palo Duro Canyon. At a place called Silver Springs and Six Gun City.  I had finally found a place to ride a horse, and what a place it was!  The sexy cowboy who turned out to be the owners son~ he was a bonus.wp-1452522667837.jpg