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Time fades reality
into memories, disposes to
interpretations.
Love has no time,
refuses to be interpreted.


Il tempo dissolve la realtà
nei ricordi, dispone di
interpretazioni.
L'amore non ha tempo,
si rifiuta di essere interpretato.

Ci sono speranze che, come i miti, indugiano nelle storie di coloro che li contemplano, e verità che tolgono il respiro alla speranza. Ieri ho sperato che avrebbe smesso di piovere, ma senza la pioggia non avrei visto l'arcobaleno. Così ho trovato il mio respiro per correre.

There are hopes that, like the myths, linger in the stories of those who contemplate them, and truths that take their breath away from hope. Yesterday I hoped it would stop raining, but without the rain I would not see the rainbow. So I found my breath to run.

ho visto un uomo, aveva abissi per occhi,
ho visto un uomo e aveva un giaciglio per me.
Il giaciglio erano quegli occhi.

love is truly a fragile yet special gift
gave to all of us, by God himself placed
deep with in our hearts, and when we find
the one true person who was placed on
this earth that we are meant to share it
with.. thats when we get to know
the true meaning
of love

never lose sight of light
even as pearls of tears falling off your face
painted walls of torture and pain
silk and honey rubbed on your skin
to be scraped off by the tongue of the gods
enthralled as your master
if only to spare your agony
but you know
nothing exist between you and your dreams
promised of a gold filled tomorrow
now rest on your skills
blow and suck and let them lick your petals
ah if only you know you've been fooled
used and worn like those linens
now crumpled on your feet
how long will it be, when you realize
they will get away with these crimes
while you lay rotten, shamed and beaten
and no one heard of your screams
because their weapon and defense
is encrypted in our silence
the never ending game
afforded by money and fame

and as you lay weak and dying
you have become nothing
just a piece of a** bought and paid for

by these masters of evil
we call: the guardians of our lost souls.
if only you knew.

It is January folks – what can I say
Dull dark gray and cold days
Christmas is over and all the good cheer
We’re in the beginning of a new year

Amazing how desire for snow fades
After the wonder and magic of Christmas Day
Real life sets in and work routines return
Kids back to school for another term

New Year’s resolutions fading away
Then gotten out next New Year’s Day
Snowmen sit idle and skiing no longer fun
Looking to Spring being able to get out and run

Valentine’s Day – St. Patrick’s Day – Easter beck
Giving us something to look forward to next
Red hearts and roses given with love
Don’t forget her favorite is chocolate Dove

Baby Easter Bunnies running a great race
Leaving bright and colorful eggs all over the place
Celebration of our Lord and Savior dying for us
His love and grace giving us his Heaven’s sureness

St. Patrick’s Day of green and gold
Bagpipes playing Irish songs of old
Leprechauns playing mischievous tricks
Appearing and disappearing real quick

So hang in there folks as January comes and goes
Better weather and sunshine will soon set our world aglow
I think we are given these dull and gray days
To appreciate the upcoming warm days of play

A face that still hides
Beholds a mask of mystery
Silent until such time
It decides to speak
Howling like the wind
Sirens of the wilderness
When leaves will rustle
In the quiet, still calm
Synapses on high alert
Traces the scent in the tracks
Eyes focused like laser beams
Scanning into dark places
Hunger's bitter masquerade
Success after a long chase
Leaner, meaner, quicker
Pacing with measured strides
Timing, leaping, lunging, striking
Predation is only survival


(c) Yankee4you 2017

I gave it all up,
Just to have it all again.
And if I had to start over,
I would still do the same.

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling,
Explain to me this peculiar feeling
As I gaze into this reflective glass,
I recall the time I Tanned your a**

Towering astride in my leather Gear
The Countess is present she's really here

Strong and formidable kinky too
She's a lot to handle for a guy like you

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling explain to me what you're revealing

This woman I see in the reflection
Is it truly me
Or self-deception

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling
Who's this guy at my feet kneeling

Massaging my toes with frankincenseand & myrrh
Who'd believe this would actually occur

Once a woman oppressed subjugated and demeaned
Now takes flight after being quarantined

Agile winged Crane
Soaring new hights
The released child thrives whilst the flame ignites

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling You now bring comfort and therapeutic healing

When I am with you,the only place I want to be is closer …
Where are you my love?
I need the star shine of your heavenly eyes,after the day's great sun
Where are you my love?
Snow has fallen,and the ground has disappeared & I feel your nowhere near
Where are you my love?
I think of thee,oh I think of thee
'This all that I can say
It is my vision in the night
My dreamy in the day.....
~Redmorning sun~