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We need someone special to teach us survive,
The art of compassion, endurance and strife,
With kindness of heart and forgiveness in eyes,
We need someone special, could you be the one?

We need someone special right here by our side,
In life’s troubled waters there’s nowhere to hide,
This path is unbroken, this sky’s overcast,
This moon looks so dismal, sun’s not on our side.

We need someone special, seems not much to ask,
I guess there are many who play seek and find,
I guess there are legions of people like us
Just hosts of nice people so lonely at heart.

We need someone special, could you be the one?
Cast off all such doubts as distance and clime,
What if it’ll be better if love’s our guide?!
What matters in real is life – yours and mine.

HOLD HER IN THE MIST OF TIME
AS THE HOURS GO PASSING BY
CHERISH THE MOMENT
CHERISH THE LOVE

HOLD HER IN YOUR ARMS
LET YOUR LOVE BE KIND
AS THE MUSIC PLAYS
AND THE CHORDS UNWIND

KISS HER TENDERLY
TASTE LIPS OF WINE
UPON THE EARTH
WHERE LOVERS DINE


HOLD HER CLOSE

SHOW HER LOVE

BENEATH THE SKY

AND CLOUDS ABOVE

MAKE HER YOUR

PRINCESS

As I drift into sleep my eyes become accustomed
to the shadowy landscape of my dreams, now
as I gaze into the distance shapes emerge on the boundary
and I wonder could that be you approaching hesitantly?

You are welcome in my dream for your words abide in my heart
and your face in my memory.
But are longing and imagining strong enough to ensure
that I enter your dream tonight?

Will our souls connect before my hopes are fulfilled
or must I always stand in your shadow waiting and
invisible to you, as you chase the dreams of another?

...........and my destiny awaits me alone

I am not her,
and you are not he..
We can never move forward
While holding on to what used to be.
We can't make someone into,
A replica of another from the past..
We can't build false futures..
While living in the past..
Life must always move forward..
Yes that is what they say...
So before you take that leap of faith,
Let go of your ghosts of yesterday.

The first Cleo I regressed as a hypnotherapist, was a dark, inviting, lithe and handsome creature, full of that indefinable Mediterranean fire and flair, and she emitted pheromones that made every male within a 3- block radius drool with lust for her, er, I mean, ‘luv’, er I mean..., heck, you know what I mean... I thought she was an irritating little twirp when I first met her... She would annoyingly tug at my shirt-sleeve whenever she had a question and would rarely stop talking... But, I grew to like her, a lot, a real lot! I made it quite clear to her, that I would regress her as a friend, and not as a client, ‘cause I felt a romantic interest in her... We became fond friends and lovers of a sort..., don’t ask..., please just don’t ask... We discovered we both had a ravenous thirst for dancing, and every week we would regularly dance the night away, smoking cherry-flavoured cigarillos, and drinking Khalua Liquor, interspersed with wine spritzers for her and Johnny Walker Black for me...
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I cannot tell you how wonderful it was to hold her in my arms and twirl her around the dance floor, or just gyrate rhythmically opposite each other, often imitating the primitive urges of the San peoples of our native Africa, and the oldest inhabitants of our planet, making moves our European counterparts would find awkward to emulate... I would bury my nose in her nape and drink long and deep from her mysterious life-force...
Aaahhh, that was the life...
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To day, as I think of her, some tears stream down my lonely countenance,
Oh, how I miss her...

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One day, with the saddest expression on her face, she asked me:
“Doc, do you love me?”
I could not lie to her,
“No,” I replied, “but you’re definitely a soul-mate, I think that if I fell in love with you, our relationship would become viscous and gooey, whereas now, its magnificent and free, and very Hawaiian, I can kiss you passionately in front of another woman and five minutes later, I can kiss her, and we have no problems, but the moment I tell you that I ‘love-you’, then I will become your slave and the beautiful relationship we now have would soon wither away and end bitterly...
The most forlorn expression crossed her face, for just a mirage of an instant, then she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor...
I felt like the biggest jerk...
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A couple of years later, I did fall deeply in love with her,
And I asked her to marry me, and told her how much I was in love with her,
But, once again, with the saddest expression on her face, she replied:
“Doc, how can I ever believe that you’re not doing this out of pity for me?”
She had wisely never forgotten the cavernous wounds my words inflicted on her that night not so long ago...
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To day, as I think of her, some tears stream down my lonely countenance,
Oh, how I miss her...

waiting patiently
living day by day
learning
watching
waiting
getting old with time
memories
memories affect my mind
yesterday
yesterday was years ago
full of love
ego ,inspiration
exploration ,intimidation
life was good
revelation ,innovation
music
friendships ,disorder
dancing and heartbreak
heartbreak
sharper than any blade
that girl took my heart
killed my soul
i was buried humble and broken
memories
made me stronger
lifted me out my emotional grave
no hate
spiritual frustration
fighting ,searching ,praying
for understanding
to God my memories levitate

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Once a child
lay on her knee
who could know
what happens to thee

So you ll crawl
and they applaud
watch you walk
with smiling face

Come to me
voices call you
once a child
little boy blue

Back in the forest
of yesterdays trees
little boy blue
on his knees

Playing games
the world not seen
all you see
fields of green

Then we grew
shedding our years
like the leaves
off the tree

Wish upon wish
i really saw
what was on
that path for me....

a flower cannot hide anything
and it never lies.
showing its beuty and spread fragrance
any one can feel it or reject.
good people like flowers
anybody can accept them or reject.

I KNOW THAT GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN HIPPIES RULED; BUT THERE ARE STILL PLACES LIKE SAN FRANCISCO AND NEW YORK; WHERE HIPPIES STILL RULE WITH AN IRON FORK! THEIR DRESSUPS ARE WONDERFUL; AND THE THOUGHT OF FREE LOVE, IS UNEQUIVICAL! WE NEED TO BRING THE ERA BACK IF WE ARE TO BRING TRUE LOVE TO ITS GREATEST HEIGHTS! THE LORD HAS LONG HAIR;BUT I NEED NOT GO THERE! HIPPIES ARE FOREVER ACCORDING TO MY AMAZING INSIGHTS!

How great thy vista to my eyes abound
when late of time, I viewed my Southland down,
fond childhood memories bid my heart recall,
times, when all the trees seemed so tall,
but now, the burning coals of fading day,
ignite twilight moments, where magic colours play,
and yon not forgotten village nestling lies
harmoniously, beneath its genial skies;
its people's thatch and heavens spire
are gently washed by sunsets living fire,
whilst graveyards cherished ancient Yew
reach down to kiss the coloured painted dew,
and evening primrose dwell within its shade,
sport contrasting hues with subtly displayed,
and all that sleep in hedgerows wild,
live freely, like as the spirit of a child,
whose innocence breathes the air of play,
of rapturous joy, like this ebbing edge of day,
to await morning's green mantle care,
as day dissolves, in all its wondrous flare,
such artistry each captured rainbow bring
the blushing tints of sweet remembering,
woolen clouds, there floating charms interlace
the chasing sun, warmth of time's everlasting grace.
So, when the breath of life's no more,
my spirit shall stay by the waters of the Stor.