Thoughts on the Train

If you have a wonderful man, Who is your whole world, Who isn’t perfect, But perfect for you, Who works hard & would do anything for you, Who makes you laugh, Who is your best friend & sometimes Your only friend, Who you want to grow old with (if you don’t kill him first), Who you are thankful for every day, Brag…….. (Author unknown) I tried to research who wrote this but came up with several people who just re-posted it on FB. If you know the author.....please allow me to give credit were credit is due.....this one is quite good. Red

The masks falls away,  and the mirror no longer plays  its complimentary tricks.   A face looms out of the silvery sheen echos of youth evident in the fine lines, wrinkles, gray hair, or lack there of.   Eye's that once shown with the innocence of youth are dulled by years of responsibility, blame and fault. Faced with who we are Will we:  Cringe, Cry, Run and Hide, Or will we stand tall and proud. Accepting the face in the mirror, along with its, past, present and future Deeds, anxious about those to come. Until we see who we really are can we ever truly meet our potential? Look in the mirror Face the facts of your life's choices Do you smile with the joy of your accomplishments? or do you shy away from the negativity, leaching out of that dark dimension, beyond the glassy reflective surface.

I smiles as I kiss him good bye It is a First date But seems like it's more.... And so I smile I listen to "call me maybe" On the way home A smile on my lips Comfort, Is the word to describe it Ease, Perfection in the search The song screams, Boy since you came into my life You make me feel right Call me maybe ..... Except there is no maybe I ride the train thinking of his eyes his smile his laugh his touch To my music I turn, The romantics "The secrets that you keep" Plays but a renovated dance mix "I hear the secrets that you keep" Except I feel I have no secrets from him Why should I keep secrets, There is no reason. I get home..... I undress I think of him I fall asleep Dreaming of the our first date, And wake up still smiling. Today will be a good day.

The mist The mist is thick Swirling Depositing dew on my hands and face. I stand in the mist as I search  What am I searching for? my dreams? my life?  my way? A path must exist,  I feel it's pull,  but in many directions. I am torn and  confused, Unfocused. A light shines in the mist and I walk towards it.   Images of my life appear. Decisions I've made, Good and bad. I would like to change some. The light goes out,  and I am once again left in darkness with the mist swirling about my feet. In the distance I see another light. I head towards it  but as I get closer the mist thickens,  Nearly impassable. I can barely make out images of myself.  Happy holding hands,  enjoying my   life.  I want to see more but the mist obscures my vision. Another light appears.  I head towards it easily. The images are clear here. They are of my sexual...

The weather has turned chilly. I see people wearing hoodies, sweaters, and scarves. It's not quite cold enough for hats and gloves, but the wind blows down the street. The trees sway and leaves swirl in peaceful tornadoes. Father winter is on his way. He is breathed a strong breath into the end of summer. Soon the midnight mysticism of winter's first snowfall will cover the ground. Will we be ready? By Eric Hodgson on Oct 18th on the M train.

The music drifts through my mind nourishing my senses. I know the soft Celtic beat the sound of the strings, the gentle tone of the piano keys. In the distance, A flute and the soft persistant voice of an angel Repeating the words, "one day....one day" heard but not heard. I feel it in my bones and as I wake to look around, I see the fairies open their wings extending them in the pale moonlight as the night lilies open. Fireflies dance around the newly awoken Fae creating a halo of light among the soft shimmer of gossamer wings. With each opening beat of their wings, faerie dust drifts in the wind, glistening. Off to chase a child's dreams. The Fairies turn, rising in the air in their faerie dance, One faerie, she stops she sees a man, frozen. The moon dust settling on him in this untarnished world. A painful longing coming from him. In the distance, another faerie sees yet another man Unmoving in this, their realm. Sensing the same long...

I won't let you close enough to hurt me. powerful words. especially when starting out, on the adventure of a new relationship. I will let you close enough to hurt me, but lust is present. there is more to this than initial physical attraction. most would run away, afraid to put themselves out into the void of uncertainty. when do you open yourself up? What signs do YOU need to feel safe in your security, that your feelings will be reciprocated, rather than rejected, deserted. We all know, nothing ventured nothing gained but what are you willing to venture? to risk? To lose? I won't let you close enough to hurt me, but does that make me close myself off, to the wonderful rewards, from taking such a high risk? The fear is bone chilling, it is an opening up of your deepest darkest self, in hopes that your mate will take what is offered, and nurture it, except it, love it as they do you. I won't let you close enough to hurt me, but what you wi...

Come with me on a journey through the night.  The city streets await. Fly with me. Let the avenues we glide down be your fantasy, the streets your fetish. Nothing is lost to you. Open your eyes to the colors of the night. The dark indigo of the night sky, the bright white of the stars and the dull yellow of the waning moon. The blueish white of the streetlamps, and the red and yellow glows of the cars as they pass us by. Feed on fear and drink deeply of the night, untill it pulses through your veins like molten gold. Feast on my majesty and fear my wrath. Nothing can harm you, with me you are immortal. And when the night turns to a time of passion, I shall run my fingers through the hair on your chest. Grasping and tugging gently, then with more ferocity. Run a feather down my spine, and watch my flesh prickle, with anticipated pleasure. Touch your lips, ever so gently, to my chest, my belly, to that which makes me a man. Growl with me in our animalistic passion. Submit to m...

The color of disappointment The wind blows softly, stirring the leaves in the trees I walk along. Green, yellow, gold. Colors shift through my vision as I walk alone. I want to hold onto them, I want to keep them in this happy place. My own little treasure trove. I come upon a lake of deepest blue. The water scattered with the reflection of puffy white clouds mirrored in the blue sky above. A fiery amber jewel strikes the surface branching off like the points of a star...It is the sun. I watched the scene below and know when I look up, it will be the same above. The surface breaks with tiny ripples, ever-growing, expanding outward. It’s glasslike sheen shattered. What has disturbed such serenity? Perhaps it was a fish rising from the murky depths tired of the dark of the deep and seeking the blue of the sky above. Or perhaps it was the touch of a mayfly as it flies close to the surface skimming to refresh itself. I am taken aback by the colors of the scene...

Deep within the dungeon of my heart, Where even I am afraid to go, I see a light. Lost in the dark though I am, This light guides me, Beckoning me to move ever forward, So I follow the light, Seemingly out of reach. Through the walls of the dungeon, Of my own creation. The walls become discernible, With pictures of my past. I linger on a picture, A snapshot in time, It is of you, smiling, In the afternoon light through the trees, With me, laughing, With a joy and heartiness I have forgotten. My mouth open wide, Joyous in my laughter, My eyes tightly closed, So that the crow’s feet of age, Are once again the laugh lines of my youth. I remember now, The light gives me hope, The Darkness seems to lift. The light beckons me forward, So I turn away from this choice memory and follow the light, Onward through the halls of my sadness and fear, The walls become more solid, Clean. Though through this corridor I must trave...

Not easily written about if you have little experience. My first love.....so long ago, Friend Companion Lover You left me too soon, but I never lost my love for you. 15 years it took to come back together and I still remember our love making like it was yesterday. Passionate, caring, needful. I regret not returning to you when you asked... I will always love you.....Always. My second love......nearly 20 years later. Hard Rough Generous Sensual Kind Compassionate Caring Kinky Misunderstood Lover I gave my heart to you without even knowing it. You will always be the light that shines brightest on me in my darkest hours. An anchor that holds me firm when my resolve fades. Friends told me to run from you. I told them, " You cannot choose who you love, the heart knows what the heart wants." Craziness Confusion Expressive Passion Apology Love All these things I felt with you. But among them all, Love remains the strongest. You asked me to m...

I sit here alone, ordering a drink for one, that was meant for two. You walked away from me. Without a thought, without a care. No words were spoken. And I am left behind painfully to bleed, like a slowly seeping wound, wondering what I did wrong, until my heart, once again, recovers. I can't believe it was what you wanted. I can't believe this is the person you are. Someone who is invested in love, only to hurt. I took a chance on you, let my defenses slip. Then you left. Without a thought, without a care. Now those defenses are back, and pity the next in line. For love is painful and cruel but we seek it still. After all this.... still I sit, alone, in a brightly lit bar, ordering a drink for one, that was meant for two. EH JUL 2 2011 10:16pm on the E train