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YOU ARE CRYING AARON

A cry sounds off from his small room
and rams inside my sleeping ear.
So soon he calls for me.

Up the stairs!!
HUT...Two... Three.... Four...

I wonder what you want?

Is it that you miss your mom
huggin you as she makes silly faces?

Is it a wetness you made in your diaper?
Your mom is at the store buying some more.

Or are you hungry and waiting for me
to bring you your bottle of milk?

Maybe it's that crib you're in?
You're mad 'cause you can't get your beach ball.

Or could you want just me?
Are you wanting to feel your father's ernstwhile touch?

Just how does your mom deal with this?

Hush up Aaron.
I am here.
Be quiet and sleep
Soon Mom will return.
Sleep and know.

LINESTROKE

The magic

an artist

crafts with

a line

from the

stroke of

a pen

onto planes

made of

tree barks

or sheep

hairs is

done with

an urgency

of time

that will

t r a n s c e n d

his death.

- A. Langston Richardson

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e-mail: [email protected]

SAMBA ON A CHAIR

Eating potato crisps and chutney.
Good chili chutney.
I sit at the front of the viewing point
Which is near the lighthouse.

Huge ships can be seen.
The air hangs with salt.
Fresh, nasal salt of the sea.
I breathe.

One more fresh crisp enters the mouth.
And I pick up my coconut.
And drink from it.
This vast area of many people drink coconut.

A large expanse in front of the sea.
Where the wind......
One does not need a comb for one's hair.
I just sit here.

Admiring all of it.
And I talk of daily life.
No news, sports or things.
Just daily life.

Like how we shall eat the final
Few fresh crisps.
With chutney or
Without chutney?

Guess. Simplicity.

WOW! I AM HUMBLED!

I feel so low
And so small
When I try
to understand

Every single word
Of a song
Of an idea
Of something doing.

Such a plethora
Of expression.
In such small
And packaged words.

Packed tiny words
Hold so much.
That when you open them
They themselves

Have to be defined
In terms of an alphabet.
In trying to understand
What is in what.

Amit Kothari September 1999
Website : www.btinternet.com/~alexandergrant/quotes/

If I love you...

If I love you, it's because you are beautiful.
If I often see you in my dreams
It's because I'm obsessed with you,
And I cannot slow that pressure towards you.

If I love you, it's for your smile.
If I sometimes cause you grief and sorrow
It's because I love you,
For your tears are mines and I bitterly share them.

If I love you, it's for your fragrance.
If life often makes you grieve
Because of its injustice and its subtle realities,
It's because life is beautiful and it marvels you.

If I love you, it's for your cheeks.
If sometimes along those cheeks
Stream floods of tears because of my feebleness of soul,
It's because you love me and care a lot about me.

If I love you, it's for your precious body.
If someday I seem mischievous towards you,
It's the excess of my indulgence and this so great love
That blind me and make me merciless.

If I love you, it's for your pretty eyes and sweet lips.
But if you love me, simply tell me
It's because you have found it righteous to love me;
Since I deserve to be loved sincerely by you, my tender love.

Charles Antoine Louis, Jr.
6.22.99

Oh How I want to Love You!!

I want to love you, my dear,
With a love that's true and sincere.
I want to love you, simply,
With a heart discrete and jolly.

I want to take you in my arms, holding you tight,
Keeping you warm all through the night.
I want to make love to you, any way you'd want me to,
Whispering to you, how much I love you.

I want to love you for an eternity,
With a passion stronger than any vows.
I want you to melt in my arms,
Like a Hershey's Kiss melts in your mouth.

I wanna make you sweat,
Sweats of passion, sweats of desire.
I want you to hold me, tease me,
Making me urge for your lovin', setting my heart on fire.

I wanna make love to you, forevermore.
The shivers, the thrills, the passion of a love so strong;
A love too strong, that would leave you longing for more.
In my arms is where you'll always belong.

I wanna love you, I wanna hold you,
I wanna kiss you, I wanna make love to you; now, until forever.

Oh, how I want to love you, my Sweet Lady!
Charles A. Louis, Jr. 6.17.99

Website : http://home.collegeclub.com/CjayLouis1/index.html
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Why?

Why should I lie when what we built is built of truth?

Why should I hide what I share with you always?

Why should I conceal the love that you need not have sight to view?

Why should I act as if I am another to change your thought of me?

Why should I boast of love that we've made to raise my ego?

Why should we not be friends always?

These questions I ask knowing the answer.

There is no need for me to be anything other than what I am.

Your friend for life

NIGHT

SHADOWS COVER THE SUNLIGHT
THE DAY ROLLS INTO THE NIGHT
STARS ARE THE BACKDROP FOR THIS DRAMA
THE MOON PROVIDES THE LIGHT,
THE SEA GETS CALMER
SAILBOATS SLIDE ACROSS THE DARKNESS,
I CLOSE MY EYES AND MY MIND RESTS
I THINK OF ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE,
AND FORGET ALLTHE REST
I REMEMBER MY MOTHER AND HER LOVE,
MY FATHER AND HIS DIRECTION
FOR THE NIGHT PROVIDES MY MOMENT,
MY SANCTUARY,TIME FOR REFLECTION
THE NIGHT HIDES OUR MISTAKES
IN ITS OWN PERFECTION

Mothers Day

It's a beautiful spring day as it is every year Mothers Day.

The T.V. talks about it on every other commercial.

The radio has call in shout outs, I love you Mom!

The paper is full of Mothers Day sales.

The FTD florist is delivering with his winged golden feet.

But I no longer have my mother.

And on this day I have only one wish.

To kiss my mother on the cheek and tell her Happy Mothers Day.

Thank her for giving me life love and guidance.

Tell her how no one else could even try and take her place.

Laugh with her about the little things I did growing up.

Listen to her infinite wisdom.

Eat some of her delicious food and go back for seconds.

I can see it.

Damn.

I can here her say "Hi baby" as she always did in her loving voice.

If I could just tell her, just one more time.

Then it would be a Happy Mothers Day!

I would buy out every Florist in the city

And have the jewlers work overtime

Candy, plants, a house, a car.

Thoose of you who do not have to wish or pray or dream of your Mother.

Please tell her Happy Mothers Day for Me!

sometimes

sometimes i dream a dream of things to be
sometimes i wish it could be only you and me
raising a family a dog and a cat
but the way my life has gone dreams like that is far fetched
so now i dream a dream of reality
that the only way to true happiness is to be happy with me

Website : http://www.fortunecity.com/millennium/jamie/118/

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Thanks, Cathy

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