I'm a simple fun loving person who's looking for someone special to share my life and family with. I'm doing well on my own but it would be nice to have some romance with that someone special to my heart. If you like moonlit nights, and long walks on the beach, a good dinner at a restaurant or at home,long piers, or the boardwalk, nature,or going to new places,live music,or a good movie drop me a line.

Seaside Romance

I see the ocean,the stars,and the moon.
The wind begins to dance as it brings
me your perfume.

I see the sand,the shells, and the
gleam in your eyes,while i become helpless,
water drips down your thighs.

[At that point we hug and than we embrace in a kiss.]

I feel your warmth,the wind,and the
oceans cleanseing mist,all the while my
hearts pounding, by the passion of your kiss.

I feel your love,and the waves from
the riseing tide, than you say to me,
lets find a place to hide.


W.A.M. 4/5/08

A Rose For Love

They say the red rose is the flower of love.
A love that was sent by a god up above.
I'm sorry but the red rose is just to dark to me,
love should be bright, love should be sweet.

I;m not trying to upset anyone,its just my
train of thought,or my slip of the tongue.
I know they say red is the color of the heart,
but the red rose is darker, take a look at the chart.

So i bounced around and tried to find a new flower for me,
i thought it had to be a rose, a rose smells so sweet.
All that was left was to find a new color,a color
that reminded me of a true lover.

My first thought was the white rose,
you see, its my favorite flower,its
pure to me.But whites not a color,
its a vision, a blessing,for a pure
hearted soul to cherish no question.

So i thought i should give one away
maybe its a way for a dept to be paid.

So i thought i should give one to msdestinbooty,
not just for her niceness not just for her beauty.
I know she wonders why from me.Its because of your reply,
from the seaside,that woke up this poem so abruptly.

To me a yellow rose is of the suns rays.
A means for brightening dark dreary days.
A way of wishing good health,a means of taking
pride in ones self,and throwing the bad, off the shelf.

To Lurch's_sister i give a yellow rose,
because your brother was a hero and he died for our woes.
Because of your name,i know you were close, its for the
days that seem worsier than worse,may it brighten your day
and show you the way to the happyness he would want most.

This yellow rose is for sugarjen,take it and make it your
friend,may it light up your night, steer you from the
fright, that keeps you from finding true love.

This one i give to the survivors of that tragic day,
because my turn with the candle touched me that way.

One more, this ones for ms t because you were the first to welcome
me,and psssst i know its monday why didn't you tell me on sunday.

To me a pink rose could be a good choice,its soft like a true
lovers voice,its bright and its fun,its sweet and young,its mysterious.
Wait.
Theres no mystery in pink i think,love without mystery might slip down the drink.

Alright i give up this looks like a desert and i feel like a duck

The red rose is filled with a firey passion,like lovers embraceing
from their attraction.With alittle mystery to keep your attention,
a nervous paceing from apprehension...but i just can't picture it
gentle an sweet, but it sure is a tough rose to beat.

W.A.M. 4/11/08 For my new friends


I'm Late

I awoke this morning with a terrible jerk.
Oh know got to go I'm late for work.
So i rush through and woke up my son,
my god a bad day and it's just begun.

I jump in my car went to the local store,
grabbed a coffee an bun and ran out the door.
Than i hit the highway off in a rush,
as fast as i can go without being a nut.
Oh man I'm late cus, cus, cus, cus.

So i get to the job and nobodys there,
hey if he don't know why should he care.
So i wait wait wait wait,
man it's monday and everybodys late.
I pulled out my phone to make the call,
my god it's sunday theirs no work at all

W.A.M. 4/6/08

Your Unforeseen

In the heart of the sunrise,
i feel the warmth of your love.
Your in the screech of a eagle
and the coo of the dove

And just as the mother raccoon
watches, her children at play,
i know your watching over us,
everyday.

Although i see beauty in everything
you made,sometimes it's hard not to
question, your wisdom,
your ways.

I laugh at the otters as they enjoy
their games,i mourn for the animals
that have fallen,
as prey

I've seen people helping people,
through days black and grey,
i've watched as they took lives,
with the crash of a plane.

Please tell me dear lord,why is this
balance so extreme, was it something
you planned,
or was it your unforeseen

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