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I love to hear you laugh
It is so honest and sweet
I love to hear you speak
It is music to my ears
I love to see you smile
Because it is so sincere
I love to talk to you
For it makes me complete
I love smelling you near
As it means we are together
I love to caress you
As it is all I ever want to do

the residue of what once was lit,
they even used to make car chassis out of it,
light as a feather, or heavy and dense,
out of one, you could even make a fence......

I love storms,
I also love ‘doin’ them,
They’re huge, expansive,
Seemingly infinite,
Kind of like us…

I am blessed to live within spitting distance from the Mediterranean sea,
This afternoon a rare storm moved through our town,
Wind, thunder, rain, etc.
I hurriedly put on my parka and rushed outside to ‘do’ the storm,
I allowed my gaze to roam the immense spread of water and welcomed the hypnotic spell it cast on me,
It was exhilarating…

But, that’s not my point today,
As we bob up and down like a cork on life’s ocean,
We often feel small and victimized by the cosmos,
We sink into the ‘dream’ and buy the illusion that we’re just a helpless pawn in a universal chess game,
Where we’re lucky if we get three square meals a day…,
But, my Hellene heritage rebels against such an existence, a euphemism for slavery, frankly…

I ‘wanna’ be like a storm,
Vast,
Unrestrained,
Untamed,
With endless potential,
Pursuing my thing with a passionate abandon…
Above all, I wanna do it according to the dictates of my Deoxyribonucleic acid, not someone else’s,
I wanna be like Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
Boundless and unfettered…

Storms, therefore, teach us, if we allow them, how to soar, how to ascend, how to spread our wings and mount the stars…,
Happy mounting..., the stars, I mean, heh, heh…

As I enter the afternoon of life,
I often pause to pay tribute to and to relish special memories…


Kayaking on a gentle African river with my 3-year old daughter,
Reliving the wonder, and awe in her eyes,
Reliving her keen sense of alertness and adventure lighting up her innocent angelic face…
Memories…


Reliving my ten-year old daughter’s first contact lenses,
Witnessing her intent fervency in the eye specialist’s waiting room,
An eager smile dancing on her lips,
A new adventure is about to begin,
And endless love just pouring out of my heart for my little girl…
Memories…


Feeding pigeons in London with my beautiful young wife and only four daughters at the time, two more were destined, two strapped to my wrists and two strapped to hers,
Magical moments, shared intimately with the one you love and with the unfathomably delightful fruits of our love, four round faces, this time up in arms at the indignity of being leashed to parents’ wrists,
But the pigeons slowly thaw the ice and heavy little hearts are soon cavorting around doing air-acrobatics with feathered friends…
Memories…

Collecting sunflowers on a soft Sunday afternoon in a rural African town with the woman soon to be my bride, marveling still that I heard the enchanting ‘yes’ to my question, thus sparing me from petrification of heart,
Proudly watching her lithesome body and nimble fingers plucking sunflowers, dozens and dozens of them, they were splashed everywhere that Tuesday at our wedding, in celebration of the joint life we were about to begin, with their big, open, yellow smiles…
Wow! What a wonderful woman she was,
I still love her deeply, as she smiles at us from her new home, in a dimension unknown to us, but no less real,
Her smiling face renewed again and full of twinkle, as if to say to the cruel cancer that prematurely took her from us:-
“… you did not destroy, you merely raised our consciousness…”
I love you, my heartthrob,
And I miss you soo…
Memories…

Farewell Cafe under
seagull skys
With your umbrella
tables, and boardwalk
fries
Farewell to the girl
with sand in her toes
To beachballs and cokes
and sunburn nose
Farewell Cafe to your
neon lights flashing
electric colors on
boardwalk nights
Farewell Cafe to your
menu of love for mine
was taken..to angels
above~

A New Day Dawning

My heart did flipflops in the predawn light
Filled with such a sense of calm
I knew not from whence it came
Sunlight danced majestically upon the placid lake
Stirring in me feelings I had long ago buried
Neath the rubble in my mind
As I sat transfixed, slowly sipping coffee from a steaming mug
I lazily drank in the sounds of a new day dawning
Slowly awakening from it's twilight slumber
I could not move , did not want to move
From this new place where I was bathed in such serenity
Had it really been here all the while?
As I pondered this thought, I heard a rustling in the wind
Calling to me , heeding me to seize this day
For it will never come again .

I’m not looking for ideal.
I’ve seen ‘em,
They are all fake.


I’m not looking for a match
With the same interests as mine.
I would learn nothing new.


I’m not looking for alike thinker
I would start the phrase and he would finish it for me.
I need no echo.


I am not looking for a stunning beauty
I need no mirror


I’m not looking for Mr.Right
On the closer look he appeared to be Mr.A***ole
I’m not looking for him again.


I want My Mr.Wrong
With all his imperfections, faults
With all our differences


I want us to care for each other
Stay on each other’s side whatever happens


I don’t want extraordinary love
What we need is to love without getting tired

You used to make me feel beautiful,
You used to say I am wonderful,
And now when you have me next to you,
You say I look like a used broom.

You smile to everyone but me,
You praise the look of every girl but mine,
Because I'm already next to you
You let me down...

You do not treat me like a lady at all,
You do not let me feel I'm special,
You said "we are just friends", and wall,
That heavy wall apparted us at once.

I never be "just" somebody to anyone,
I know how unique I am,
I know every word or look of mine
Brings difference and makes a day.

You used to make me feel beautiful
You used to say I'm wonderful,
And now when you have me next to you
You let me down...

Getting closer in time,
Getting closer in mind.
Although we're far apart,
You've invaded my heart.

When we meet, you and me,
We will finally see.
That when push comes to shove,
We are really in love.

Though it's not happened yet,
In my mind it is set.
And on that fateful day,
It will happen this way.

When together that night,
When I hold you so tight,
Heart to heart loin to loin,
Soul to soul we will join.

Breaking free should be easy
for that is where I want
and where I need to be.
Sometimes, however, the pieces
cut like glass and I must wait
for the bleeding to pass.

Experimenting with altered states
with friends, I try my wings
knowing that they will love and
care for me ‘til the hour, late.
Mixed with Calexico’s chords,
Andrew Bird’s voice floats over
his violin strings straining tears.

These are the sounds I hear
as I close my eyes and
remember who I am
and how I got here
knowing at the end of the day
I will be going home.