Holy Days of Celebration & Remembrance
find your heart filled with love,
your mind filled with peace,
your days filled with joy,
and your future filled with prosperity……..
Nel mito delle sirene e il mare
Che il canto delle sirene
si è portato piu di un marinaio
ai fondi del mare.
La sua voce, la dolcezza che
cattura l=anima del marinaio,
le sue labbra di ciliegia, il suo petto rotondi e sodo,
la sua pelle vellutata che riflette i raggi di sole
ipnotizza la vista del marinaio.
Perso nel suo cammino
per il miraggio di passione
che gli si confronta con la sirena.
…ah maledetta sirena…..
Questa volta sarà lei
la captivita del marinaio…
Sono i suoi occhi
che riflettono i raggi di sole
sono le sue labbra e il suo sorriso
che riflette la luce delle stelle
…e come una falena
che vola dentro il fuoco…..
La maladetta sirena
nuota verso al barca del marinaio
e un patto con il diavolo fa
per cambiare la sua coda
per un paio di gambe femminili
scalare sulla barca
e sottomettersi al marinaio
che ha pescato e catturato
la sua anima e il suo cuore.
April 13, 2004
I was sitting getting my nails done because I had an audition later that afternoon when he walked into the salon, an unassuming gentleman and in whose eyes you could see humility and humbleness. He was of small stature not more than 5′ 4″ tall, blond, and his face reflected back many long hard years. He along with his partner of Latino decent were there to wash the mirrors.
I was simply fascinated by the work he was doing. It was as if he was dancing, the mirror being his partner. In his right hand he held a squeegee, the tool of his trade and in his left some old newspaper.
And thus the dance began, with the squeegee in his right hand he made s’s, slowly, softly and as graceful as a figure skater upon the ice making figure eight’s.
And with the left hand he caught the water drippings from the squeegee. Not a smudge was to be seen on that silvery lake. He seemed oblivious to those around him.
I turned to watch his partner who was not quite as comfortable or had yet perfected the task at hand.
They worked swiftly and efficiently. They could not have been there more than 10 minutes when their work was done. It is strange how in the small quick moments of life we are often profoundly affected.
He approached the manager who was doing my nails at the time which allowed me to look deeply into his eyes. What I saw was a soul who had worked too hard for far too long for too little pay.
“Eight dollars” he said, I was stunned. Eight dollars for the completed task. The manager handed him a ten-dollar bill. When he went to give her change she told him to keep it. Ten dollars split into two gave each man five dollars apiece.
He negotiated the next appointment, “three weeks”, he said. “No, four weeks”, the manager said. “We will come back in three to four weeks”, he said.
And out the door they sauntered off. Buckets swinging side to side. Their image slowing getting smaller as they walked to their next destination.
And I was in awe of how blessed I am. That the least I ever make is $70.00 dollars an hour for being a clown (my day job), and doing something fun that I enjoy.
Their humble image seared into my brain to serve as a reminder lest I should dare to complain.
day & night…..
..thoughts of you filter through my brain
as I drift off to sleep
& thus the tempest rises forth.
..and I toss and I turn
because your lingering memory will not fade.
I think of your long mane,
Royal & Majestic
I think of your soft hands
moving upon my body.
I think of your body covered
in the symbology of spirit.
I think of your ass, nice and round,
and the way it sits in black leather.
I think of how your hips
sway as you dance with fire
and how your feet glide
in total syncopation
Like a snake slithering
..and I think of how
filled up I feel when
you are inside of me…
…and I want to be
that fire, that flame
that so willingly
submits & surrenders
to your dance
I AM here
to give homage
I AM here
to drink the nectar
of your soul,
to quench my thirst and hunger,
to fill my cells, my very being
with your essence.
I AM here
to gaze upon your face, your body
to look into your eyes and see
Blessed Father, the Most High
smiling back at me
As the prodigal daughter
returns to reunite
with the prodigal son.
And in that union
Heaven on Earth.
I love you with my soul,
I love you with the depth of my heart,
inside you will find your soul and your dreams,
I love you with every fiber of my body—
I submit and surrender to your body and your love….
……I am merely the reflection of your essence,
your love, your soul….
I do not want the passions of youth…for they are but briefs moments in time…
I do not want the excitement of someone new for that too fades…..
what I do want is what they have….
you see that elderly couple dancing over there…
the ones that have been married for 50 years…
do you see the way he holds her still?……
do you see the twinkle in his eyes? ….
do you see the radiance in her smile full of love?….
that my friend, is what I desire…
……a love that lasts through eternity…….
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