No Turkey on Thanksgiving !

 The photo he sent me of his meal was a total surprise. 

Where was that stuffed bird sitting on a tray.

Stuffing pouring  out of orifices not ment to hold it.

Where were the golden mashed covered in gravy. 

No string bean casserole, corn on the cob,  no squash.

And let's not forget the pumpkin pies covered in whipped cream.

I thought thats kind of sacrilegious No Turkey At All.

Is this something I can live with I ask myself.

Is this a deal breaker can I live with this.

Sad fact he doesn't love that traditional  meal.

The photo he sent clams,shrimp sausages in a pot.

Rice tomatoes seasoned to taste steaming hot.

I am certain it was so scrumptious and tasty  as f..K.

But my allergies prevent even the slightest touch.

It's not that I choose not to eat it I can't, 

For if I do there will be more than ants in my pants.

My face will turn red and I may even go into Schock.

Hope you enjoyed your meal but I still dont agree.

Now let's sit down to leftovers you eat your seafood.

As for me pass the Turkey please.

The impossible

 I believe in impossible things,

Like wishes and shooting stars.

Like kissing that frog and finding your prince.

And I believe in happly ever after.

I believe in love songs sung softly outloud.

Not caring who would hear the words.

In dancing in my kitchen full of joy in my heart.

I believe in love letters sent by cupid's aim.

I believe in love at first sight.

As if I always knew you and you knew me.

Long lost loves yes I believe in them too.

The impossible things are real to me.

Of course  I believe in the impossible.

That's where the magic lives.

Muse te Amo

As I Breathe

 I can feel it in me as I breathe this life.

Living it has not been easy  but I've  thrived.

I've  hit that bottom so many times yet here I am.

Willing to go on as if I've won the prize.

I guess we know nothing as we journey on.

Take each day as it comes, plans in our heads.

God laughs and turns it all around instead.

Giving us no choice but to go on as is.

As I breathe  each day I pray to the lord above.

To thank him for my blessings and my pain.

They both have served their purpose in my life.

And give me strength to carry on.

Lasting

 How does one measure lasting love.

How do you count how much is enough.

When eternity is the winner in the game.

Played while I was unaware.

How long did I wait anticipating nothing

How my heart called out that memory.

Tucked away inside my broken soul.

It held no hope of you ever loving me. 

How many years of stillness in my heart.

How many  thoughts of you always.

Insanity took a hold at last  tell him it said.

Careful words told what had to be heard.

How did I did not know that this is forever. 

How can I feel it as if I'd always known.

My heart and soul knew the answers.

Forever was the secret all along.

Your first mistake

 Your mistakes are many my love shall I list them.

Shall I make obvious what you have done all wrong.

Shall I tell you what leaves me astonished.

Why Can't I just leave well enough alone.

Your second mistake was answering that letter. 

Written with no expectation would be a lie.

You answered with a joy so newly felt.

Something I felt deeply inside alive. 

Your third mistake was hearing  my voice.

As I hurled my insanity your way you laughed. 

As if to say I hear your pain listen to your joy .

Opening my self to truths I knew inside.

Your fourth mistake is letting me love you.

Not turning away what I feel as madness a game.

It is not you I find it hard to trust again.

It is my disappointment at time , that pain.

Your fifth mistake was making me believe.

That my rare beauty lies behind my own eyes. 

That what needs to be seen is within my self first.

Dangerous one here for now I can see beyond lies.

And first but not least is not letting me go.

It seems your wicked warped self feels me.

It seems to be unreal yes all those cliches are true.

You cannot dissuade what is ment to be.

El corazon que a llorado  mil lagrimas.

Es uno que a sentido que es a vivir. 

I.

Para mi Corazon