Sometimes finding inner strength isn’t all that easy to do because every time you want to seek it you find it in a different part of the depths of your soul. I pray to God for the gift of patience and forgiveness because right now that is my only cure and the only right solution. Karma will surely punish the person who has done me wrong because whatever goes around comes around. You won’t escape the ugliness of your deeds or the stench of your rotten mouth for gossiping behind so many innocent people’s backs. My conscience is clear, my heart is pure, my consolation is God who provides me with unconditional love and the strength to face you with ease, poise and dignity. May God forgive you for your lies because who am I to judge?
This song is wonderfully vintage; my mom introduced me to it and I’m really glad she did because I fell in love with it. Every time I hear this song it reminds me of a time that was seemingly more innocent and yet it becomes even more appealing at times because it is intangible but when you think about it all that ever occurs only occurs in the present…
Destiny had a surprise planned for me and as soon as I found out….I knew it was you, you are my surprise, my new found life, love, friendship and cuddly warmness. I love the fact that I can write whatever I please and nobody here can tell me that I’m right or wrong. Freedom is rushing within my soul, I’m finally finding my confidence and knowing that we will be together increases my happiness tenfold. Nobody should judge anybody for being who they are and expressing themselves. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I say and I continue to pray thanks and gratitude for the new life and love given to me. How happy I am that I can finally sketch a plan with your hand in my hand. I hope that you are always happy and that I can truly be as great for you as you are to me. I know one thing is true: you will know what loving really is when my lips touch you and torch your soul with my love and lust.
Thank you thank you thank you for wanting to make my day a day, for wanting to help me find my way, for making it clear about who I am, for helping me cry out when I don’t neccesarily have a plan. Which way is right and which way is wrong… I guess it all depends on whether or not you read this as a song. It goes down more melodic that way, it’ll help your reader’s digestion…OH…I must pray! Pray I must that I don’t drown in the lust of the day and continue my work, be consistent in what I do and say, “thank you thank you thank you that once again you let me have my way…” who am I saying this all to you may ask, well striving to be ambiguous for me is really not a task. I may like to write but reading comes more easily, wait you should reverse that and interpret it how you may I say but sometimes it’s vice versa. I just like to write what comes out without really trying to go for, “ohh how will I sound..? if I say this this way or that that way??” Thanks again because I am continually understaning more and more that the rhapsody of a boisterous soul is a learning journey, one that you learn about as time goes by one tick and tock at a time.
Some people have
such big dreams,
but all I want
is to love you,
to wake up beside you
each morning,
to feel the warmth
of your hand in mine,
to share each moment,
good and bad, with you,
to lose myself
in your loving arms.
Some people want
so much out of life,
but all I want
is to share
everything with you,
for us to talk long
into the night,
to dream together,
and experience
all of the little
things together
that makes life
worth living.
Yes, I have a
big dream after all.
And I want so
many things.
I want to spend the
rest of my life
with you.
And I want to
give you my love,
and to make our home
a place where
you always feel
warm and welcome,
and for us to have
a relationship in which
we accept each other
for who we are
and always find a
sweet dream in
each other’s arms.
All I want is
for us to love
each other for the
rest of our lives.
And I do believe
that dreams can
come true.
(When did you make this post, just curious?)
Typical night, typical practices, typical me. Sitting there in the living room amongst the extravagant tastes of my mother, and drinking my father’s best Scotch (which I assume under the circumstances was stolen property by my part). Drinking again and remembering better days, better times, better phases. Trying desperately to re-live those youthful encounters of love and passion…those lived and forgotten and those present that haunt me ever still. I just stare and stare profusely into the dim light of the two Château Margot candelabras that softly illuminate the behemoth room. That living room has been witness to business deals, political conversations, and idle gossip…but to me it is only a space that holds pain, hurt, and utter frustration. But at the same time, as most things in life, it has two sides, two truths. I also seem to hold in that room illusions, dreams, aspirations, and joys. But I question…is that really my conscience speaking or the mere booze…I can’t recall. Maybe that is why I drink and drink again, it is my escape from this cruel world and is my visa to the “good life” where I can hide my burdens and my sorrows. The drink is my only true friend and true companion and confidant. The only thing that understands me completely and can keep from public scrutiny my most intimate secretes, fears and desires.
- Too bad you can’t be just that (not that I would ever stop seeking advice from the drink). But how much I wish and yearn that you could be my companion and confidant. I mean, you already have similar effects over me as the drink does. With one glare of yours I melt, with one acknowledgement from you my mind is altered. Who knows what would happen to me if I actually got the chance and opportunity to kiss you passionately. To feel your tender, small lips on mine. If only you would realize I was talking about you. But all is well, I still have my father’s Scotch…and until the day where I can taste your poison. I will just be drinking…..drinking again.
Michael A. Muñoz-Loaiza
