Welcome to samples of my writing and art work showcasing “Eye-locks and Other Fearsome Things.” “Eye-locks” is a Bipolar/Asperger’s memoir in narrative form that describes the triumph of love over mental illness.
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Waking to your touch electric eels massive healing hands without a glint of sexuality Waking to your smile whispers sweetly to my soul like the first time so long ago on our first flight together when your arm brushed against mine and shook our worlds out of their solitary orbits and sent us to the moon.
Your grey fluffy hair sparkling silver threads entices every time I sniff your fragrance and inhale the heavens the warmth of your cheeks in our fleeting embrace I would it would last forever like our love
The smile lines etched around your sky blues alter the pulse the course of my blood and with each glance reach for the stars twinkling inside my head
The wrinkles in your cheeks and your furrowed brow pluck at the strings inside my bosom for I know the hard times and worries that engraved them on your face
On the doorway to Orpheus in pillowed embrace your big hand holds mine and makes me feel safe and loved and little as you drift off leaving me wishing for morning to awaken once more to you fears tears so long to wait till morning
We are old How did this happen? and we are in love more than ever youthful passion gone replaced by years of fidelity affection, quarrels, laughing, teasing, crying always sharing, caring yet attraction still stirs and the years of together have sewn our souls to one
Loss is inevitable and unacceptable In equal measure The God I used to find in nature I now find in you And the ecstasis of gazing at the sky now rests with the mystery of you!!
Happy Birthday to the love of my lifetimes!! May your 70’s be healthy and happy and filled with ever blossoming love💖🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💖
4AM
and you a warm lump
under the covers
of Morpheus
Me wide awake
eyes moist with tears
I write
lest I forget
the vulnerability of you
yesterday
lest one day
you ARE no longer
a day of dread
so locked into desire
for your presence am I
fearful of the future
lest it tears me from you
or you from me
Not yet awake
to the wisdom
of the sages and the ages
to live forever in the present
“Until death do us part”
The import of those words
have begun to resound
with a fierce vengeance
now decades later
The treasure of you
multiplies like the loaves and fishes
I fear a famine
not of food
but of your presence
I try to hold each wrinkled emotion
on your face
in a forever place
lest you be torn from me
As twilight falls, as we approach August, the little sparks of light appear nightly– fireflies, lightning bugs, glow worms, whatever one chooses to call them. They start early in July– one sees a few sparks here and there but as July draws to a close, twilights dawn with a display of tiny fireworks. Why do they hold such fascination for young and old alike? Why do they bring us such a sense of wonder as they flicker on and off in some rhythm unknown to us but titillating in their communication with each other?
Of course I remember, like everyone else, catching fireflies. It was a ritual my Sicilian grandfather reenacted with me every summer. Grandma would save me a peanut butter jar, nicely washed with little holes in the top she made with an old-fashioned can opener. Grandpa and I would go out for an after-dinner walk, a treat…
<br>Wer ist der wahre eigentümer/schöpfer des herzens ? Gott gibt nur das Herz, du füllst es. Achtung. Was füllst du? Denn dann musst du es leeren. beschmutze nicht dein herz. Allah weiß auch, was in den Tiefen der Herzen ist. Alles was schön ist… Seele, Herz, Liebe, Glaube… Wer Kämpft, kann Verlieren. Wer nicht Kämpft, hat schon Verloren. Lebe jeden Tag deines Lebens, als wäre es dein letzter. Also wirst du eines Tages Recht haben"
MOONSIDE 