TantalizingMesmerizingMemorizing…senses reeling, an abundance of feeling!Every facet of you, forever imprinted, indelibly written on the visions of my mind.The scent of you……sight of you……ooooh…sound of you, I am incredibly smitten by you.Then silence!Tasting you…umm…wanting moreTouching you, needing more. Spoken –Your name…softly spoken.Softly spoken, I speak your name. Shhhhhhh! Your name softly spoken – reverberating in […]
Powerful And Arduous emotions; Sensuously, Sensually Stimulating – Sometimes Spiritually Satisfying. Intoxicatingly Inviting but Often for just a moment. Of Necessity Needing constant rejuvenation or it Simply…fades…away…
(Wednesday, 7/20/1994) During the past 10 years that I’d known Bernie, I came to realize that when he was around, there was never a dull moment. There was always something done or said that would bring a smile to your face. (It took me a while to get use to his brand of humor because
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Ambitious: ABlack man; a Bulwark and pillar of strength,Challenging others to not give in toDespair but to Dream Dreams & to achieve them. A man of Distinction.Effervescent:Full of “joie de vivre” yet…he can be asGentle as a lamb.Hardworking andIndustrious: he is a man of strong character and good moralJudgment; the essence of dignity!Kindhearted….Loyal…. aMilitant in
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There’s something vital about each man!Regardless of how high the heights…(But especially) how low the levels…Or how deep the depths…That he finds himself,When a dire emergency arises and it becomes inevitableThat his life be touched by another individual’s:I’ve found that the ones authorized to perform emergency duties,Do so with expertise.Although they may be repulsed by
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Sunday, December 13, 1992 For the countless times you encouraged me, and the sleepless nights you watched over me, For the many tears that you shed for me, and the many prayers that you prayed for me: I want you to know that I can never repay for all of the sacrifices that you have
(Dedicated to my co-worker Denis Knaack – Tuesday, 7/28/1992 @ 6:20 am) Something caught my eye at work this morning That really touched my heart. Seeing what I saw was really not expected And it gave me quite a start. There on the table was a roll of tissue Wrapped in ribbons of purple, pink
Can’t you hear the children crying?Do you not see their tears?In their eyes you can read their fearsOf sorrow and suffering too gruesome for their years. Every day there are children dyingFrom booze and drugs which they are buying.Shattered dreams in the graves are lying –Come on child, LIVE! Why aren’t you even trying? Hear
