King Of My Heart

Suns have risen.
Promises were given.
More than a thousand
Summer. Autumn.
Winter. Spring.
Remember how it all began?

You were magic complete.
I was swept clean off my feet.
You captured my heart
Mind. Body.
Spirit. Soul.
I was yours from the start.

My King, My King
You make my heart sing.
With you my life is complete.
My King, My King
Your love gives me wings.
Woo me with kisses so sweet.

Yours, I wish to be.
My love, I hope you see.
'Tis no mountain, too steep a climb.
With you is my choice.
Listen to my voice.
My promise, I am yours for all time.

Da li......Znam.....

Da li me vidiš?
Ne znam.
Ali
Vidim te!


Da li me slušaš?
Ne znam.
Ali
Slušam te!

Da li me znaš?
Ne znam.
Ali
Mislim tako.

Da li te znam?
Ne znam.
Ali
Mislim ponekad.

Da li me želiš?
Mislim tako.
Ali
Želim te!

Da li me trebaš?
Mislim tako.
Ali
Trebam te!

Znam da me voliš.
I
Volim te.

Znam da si moje srce.

Znam da si moj svet.

Znam da si moj početak.

Znam da si moj kraj.

Uvek
I
Zauvek!

Eternally Indebted

My Dearest Mr. Hastings,

I hope that as winter settles in that your heart remains warmed and that your eyes oft alight on the flames of a cheery fire. I hope that all the peace and wonder of the season are not lost on your drive and ambition. I hope that you find the time for friends and family and that great conversation and loving laughter are the accompaniment of those times. I hope that you make the time to seek out those that are important to you and I hope that you have the time when sought out by those that find you important. 

I wish for you many blessings and joys, now and always. I wish for you dreams coming true and giving rise to new dreams. I wish for you all the success that you desire and have chased; and I hope that it brings you all that you hoped it would. I wish for you memories made with your family and loved ones to treasure always. 

I thank you for your patience. I thank you for your thoughtfulness. I thank you for your council. I thank you for listening. I thank you for your tolerance. Most of all I thank you for your time. 

With more debt than can be repaid

M

We All Have Moments....

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Happy Birthday To My One And Only

My Dearest Darling,

I wanted to take a few minutes to share some things with you. It has been 4 years since you came into my life and gave me a world that was full of light and joy and hope and peace. It has been that long since I have wondered what it would be like to be in a loving real relationship, cause that is now an every day life for me. Each day with you is like a dream come to life. With you I see the world from a different point of view. You have given me so much and I am so very grateful; but, what you have given me the most of, is myself.

You have provided me with a home, with a safe harbor, a place that I can be me, a place that I can come to when I need and want. You have given me a place where I feel like I belong, where I feel special and needed and loved and wanted. You looked harder and deeper in me than anyone has ever looked before; and, you found that little gem that with some polish could shine and glow in a little part of the world.

You have mended the broken parts that you found and turned the scars into Kintsukuroi. You have supported me when I have wanted to explore and picked me up when life knocked me down. You have encouraged me and gently guided me all with love. You give me hope and courage when I cannot find them in myself. You lift me up and give me wings to soar. You envelope me and give me a shoulder to cry on.

In you I have all that I need. In you I find all that I want. You are my Alpha and my Omega. You are my Sun and my Moon. You are my breath and my heartbeat. You are my infinity and my finite. You are my dawn and my dusk. You are my desire and my necessitate. You are my time, my space, my universe.

I will always love you. You will always be the man that I want. You will always be the man that I need. You will always be where I want to be.

Yours Always and Forever,

What Do You Think About That?

Do you know that I am still head over heels in love with you? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that I am still awed by you? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that you are still my favorite person? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that I still love spending time with you? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that I still get a smile every time I think of you? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that I still catch my breath at the sound of your voice? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that I still get butterflies when I see you? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that I still get excited nervous when I get real time with you? 

What do you think about that?

Do you know that I still only want you?

What do you think about that?

Do you know that you are still my Mr. Perfect?

What do you think about that?

Do you know that you are still the only place I want to be?

What do you think about that?

Do you know that you are still my dream come true?

What do you think about that?

I love you truly madly deeply and unconditionally

Thank you for loving me

Realization

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We find a dream,

We believe that dream, 

We idolize that dream, 

We trust that dream, 

But it is just a dream. 

What's a dream anyway, 

Messages from the universe, 

Messages from our soul, 

Messages from our heart,

Messages from our brain, 

But what do they really mean.

What about trust,

Words we want to hear, 

Actions we want to see,

Persons we want to believe, 

Things we want to have,

But are they really true. 

What do we believe, 

Love for ourself, 

Love for someone else, 

Love for a place, 

Love for a thing, 

How can we know.

I want to have the dream, 

I want to dream the dream, 

I want to trust the dream, 

I want to believe the dream, 

I want to love the dream, 

But I don't know how. 

Sleeptime

I hear the silence it is so very loud,
It vibrates 'round me like a bomb.
I hear the silence it is so very quiet,
It seeps in every corner of my being.

I hear the silence yelling from within,
I hear the silence deafening all around,
I hear the silence crushing everything,
I hear the silence screaming, screaming
I hear the silence.

I see the darkness it does not end,
It goes on and on like an empty void,
I see the darkness surrounding the flicker,
It glares hungrily at the center of me.

I see the darkness the black hole growing,
I see the darkness the abyss within,
I see the darkness seeping into corners,
I see the darkness staring back at me,
I see the darkness.

Urge

I got the urge to write today. An urge that I have not had in many months. An urge, that honestly, I thought had been decimated in the chaotic cyclonic conflagration that was my world for most of last year.

As with most of what remains in the aftermath of destruction it does not seem to resemble its old self. So distorted is the appearance that I am not even sure it is what it appears to be. Maybe I am merely caught in the delusion of the eye's calm beguile and not truly through to the other side. I have that feeling, that sinking one that we get in the very pit of our being, the one that warns of something, something coming, something bad coming.

Am I being overly dramatic? Am I being paranoid? Am I being self-destructive? Am I letting old scars overwhelm me?

This urge, while it has the tool....writing.....it resembles nothing else.

That is not my normal method. I am not a born writer. Writing is not the URGE! Sharing, knowledge, learning, thinking, questioning....that is the URGE. Writing has just become the means by which to exercise the urge. Discourse, dialogue, speaking, listening, conversing could just as easily be the means and even a more desirable one for its intimacy, intensity, immediacy, mobility and emotionality.  But, writing is the one that only requires me and no one else, while the other means requires the attendance and participation of at least somebody or anybody but cannot be accomplished with nobody.

Thus, I wonder, why the urge to write and why today? And what am I supposed to write about?  The about has always been my urge before. It is the topic or subject matter or message that has always created the urge in the past. It was the about that screamed to be told that created the urge that became the writing; not, the writing that created the urge to find an about.

So here I sit trying to figure out  why I have an urge without the about and how to discover the about so that the urge can be relieved and I feel as foreboding as the gray clouds covering the sky in the chill that is so rare for this little town on the river.