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Lying out on Pensacola Beach under scorching rays
while engrossed in TK101 Rock my mind strays
As I lie sweating profusely burning sand covers me
some found my eyes negating opening them to see

Startled I quickly raise up to rid sticky body of the grit
I wipe my stinging eyes managing to open them a bit
After focusing I see this Goddess starring down at me
her resplendence far greater than any desired fantasy

I then heard "I'm so sorry" in the sexiest possible voice
"Can you ever forgive me" like that was even a choice
I'm struggling to process this Venus of genuine mystique
brain's screaming respond but I'm too stupefied to speak

Again saying I'm so sorry as she's turns to walk away
she glanced back and winked saying "see you someday"
If we cross paths again words won't be so hard to find
I'm certain visions of she will never escape my mind

When I lay back down thoughts run rampant in my head
F.Y.I... I did get to see her later that evening while in bed

The sun shown on the lone grave
As she stood gazing at the stone
Distance memories flowing in waves
Lapping at her mind like foam

How yellow was Mom's favorite color
Especially little flowers like buttercups
Continued memories of her Mother
Starting to cry until she hiccuped

Suddenly a yellow butterfly gently flew by
Right to the stone briefly touching it
Like saying to the stone a brief hi
On to the shoulder of the woman it lit

Staying only briefly there as though to say
Do not cry for your Mom for she is not here
She is looking down and not far away
Watching over you she will always be near

Away the yellow butterfly gently flew
In the graveyard to another stone
Looking to spread comfort to those too
Reminiscing their memories and feeling alone

Throughout my life I've heard "Life's What You Make It"
surely a worthy theory but nowhere near 100% legit
There are copious reasons that make it untrue
the most relevant stems from how others treat you

People who feel threatened maliciously try altering your condition
it may be simply your integrity conflicts with their disposition
They methodically spin truth to make you look bad at work
It's the honest hard worker who loses out to the deceptive jerk

Jealousy is another motivator for those who choose to spite
when amongst co-workers the Two-Faced culprits act polite
The vindictive will stop at nothing if out to get you
but hey "Life's What You Make It"...it must be true

If another jeopardizes your livelihood you could justifiably snap
I get why some go postal considering all the mental abuse crap
Work breeds drama and back-stabbing is a constant not fake
don't purposely shut your eyes to truth for goodness sake

Overwhelming experience is my proof and TRUTH I treasure
convincing who can't comprehend would truly give me pleasure
Acknowledge "Life's What You Make It"...is not absolute reality
if you are unable to grasp these facts...maybe it's your mentality

I am a true Old-Fashioned Gentleman
which means I'm just a Simple Man
Without question a dying breed
selfless and manners my creed

Being the good guy can be cumbersome too
"Nice Guys Finish Last" doesn't have to be true
I'm chivalrous to a fault I can honestly say
couldn't imagine being any other way

Bliss for me is being reason behind others joy
my personality is synonymous with 'coy'
Yes I am owner of a heart as big as any
the times it's been broken surpassed many

When it comes to woman I have an insatiable appetite
assuring their satisfaction first always felt right
Tooting my own horn I have never been about
staying A Simple Man in these days deserves a shout

I relish the fact that in good ways I differ from the rest
early on I realized being the opposite of others was best
by doing much more listening than talking I gained prudence
I also ascertained many love to speak but few make sense

It's truly breathtaking watching the rising Sun give us daylight
just as awesome witnessing a setting Sun bring back night
Those picturesque moments are ones you're certain to recall
"A Day at the Beach" epitomizes casual entertainment for all

As the Sun gradually ascends...sunbathers inundate the shore
relief from the sweltering heat are the Emerald waters next door
The worlds whitest beaches in Pensacola are second to none
the most alluring sights are lying out under the scorching Sun

Squawking Seagulls are synonymous with a day at the beach
Crane stalk the waters edge hoping a tidbit wanders within reach
Sand Crab scurry in and out of their holes seeking what it craves
in Blue Angel formation...Pelicans glide inches above the waves

'A Day at the Beach' guarantees memories but you must never forget
the ocean demands respect or it will take your life with no regret
Beaches are invaluable places that offer fun and ways to unwind
when your day reaches done be sure to leave only footprints behind

The road to life has been a winding one.
Hills and valleys, resting to rising suns
From babies cooings to young woman's dreams
Seasoned woman now but my works not done.
Little lost not knowing which road to take
Sometimes no decisions are the best to make
It seems so close but yet so far away
One day I will rest when I am in my grave

I seek solitude but life still seeks me out
My name chimes as clear as a bell
Natures beating drum the beating of my heart
Mystifying me as if I am under a spell
Talking softly heard as loud as a shout
Removing all insecurities and doubt
Touched by the Gods of the Universe
Embracing, no longer feeling cursed

Let go of silly petty things release their hold
Follow the path towards knowing yourself
Don't believe everything your told
Search for peace not strife
Revealing love through your life
Time is short but please don't run
Or you might pass all the fun
Search for spiritual not financial wealth


I hear the beating of the drum
Work here is almost done
I choose the road of the resting sun

I remember long ago when worries were few
Everyday was brand new
I was happy as could be
When I knew me

And the world kept lying
And the world kept trying
Telling me I had to be
Someone else

And how strange now it seems
I forgotten so many things
Like the feeling of being free
When I knew me

You didn't know me back then
And that was when
I could have made your heart skip from California to Tennessee
When I knew me

The whole truth is rarely heard
gullible folks believe every word
The liar you can't believe a bit
without even trying we forget

The guilty must tread lightly
mostly deaf hear slightly
The eternal flame remains lit
What happens is 'shit'

The smart gets branded a nerd
liberal left truly depicts absurd
The precarious aren't so sure
grown-up doesn't define mature

I went to my first Chuck E Cheese
I went to my first two Milwaukee Brewers games
I got my first dental implants
I got my first mp3 player in my car
Donald Trump became our president
North Korea shot off some rockets
Many s*xual assault allegations on celebs
Many shot and killed in Las Vegas
Opioids epidemic takes many lives
Hurricanes hit Texas and Puerto Rico
Solar eclipse across the US
Charlottesville violence
NFL players taking a knee
We lost Mary Tyler Moore, Chuck Berry, Don Rickles
Roger Moore, Adam West, George A. Romero, Glenn Campbell
Jerry Lewis, Hugh Hefner, Tom Petty, Fats Domino
And David Cassidy

LONELYNESS
Longing fills the hours of my night, Lavender dreams in twilight's sight,
On a canvas of Daisies painted in the moonlight.
Nights like these whisper a silent plight,
Eternal echoes of Orchids taking flight.

Yearning for a touch, a voice so sweet, like an Azalea's repeat,
Each moment, like an Iris, feels incomplete.
Shadows, like Nightshades, claim defeat,
Sorrows have found a quiet retreat.

Over the hills, beneath the indigo sky, Lilies lie,
Night paints a picture, an intense outcry.
Laying bare the heart, the whispers of goodbye,
Yearns for the dawn, a relief to comply.

Nightfall cloaks the world in a tranquil haze,
Each star a beacon, like a Sunflower's gaze.
Solitude, like a Tulip, speaks in mysterious ways,
Seducing the heart in its intricate maze.

Sighs of loneliness, the silent bell, a Rose can tell,
On memories of love, my thoughts dwell.
Never again to be under the spell,
Love’s fleeting dance, like a Daffodil, I remember it well.

Yearning whispers in the night, no one to appease,
Eclipsed by the silence, brought to its knees.
Solitary heart, like a Lotus, longing for release,
Strumming the chords of a melancholic piece.

Over the horizon, the morning sun will rise, like Marigolds surprise,
New day, new hope beneath the azure skies.
Love, they say, never truly dies,
Yearning, like a Violet, in the heart forever lies.

Echoes of the past in the corridor of time, just like a Primrose's rhyme,
Softly murmur a forgotten love rhyme.
Seducing the senses, an ageless mime,
Solitude's song, beautifully sublime, like the call of a Jasmine's chime.