tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327074312011-07-31T05:47:44.003Zan attempt to keep my eyes open and remain curious about the world outside and my inside world. listening seeing and feeling reflecting and growing and maybe contributingbeardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.comBlogger2251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-23819351604327830662010-08-15T14:37:00.000Z2010-08-15T14:38:40.278Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">I saw this guy – he did not seem natural almost fake</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He was too perfect – I wanted to go up and touch his body</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To see if it was real – to see if he could speak</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was shy – but anatomically intrigued</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What is it that drives you muscle man why do you do it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What is it about your body – your image, is it you?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What is it that drives you muscle man why do you do it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Is it the attention of women you seek and - what do they give you?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I saw the guy – he was real, his life hard every day</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He was natural – I wanted to touch his life to understand </p> <p class="MsoNormal">To learn his poise, his rhythm -<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>to allow me to see</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was intrigued - he was gentle and shy</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What drives you each day to stay alive – how do you do it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Your body is your life, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>a picture<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>- the image<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>- it is you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What drives you each day to stay alive – how do you do it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You do not seek attention but you have all mine.</p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2381935160432783066?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-17861834894668880262009-12-04T04:28:00.001Z2009-12-04T04:28:50.894Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">As your love enfolds me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Bathe in the warm bath</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of my love poured for you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Let it surround you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">As you sink into it</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Feeling its warmth</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Relax and breathe in</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The sweet perfumes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Letting them soothe within</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The water in total contact</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Eases away the cares </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And concerns of the day</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The warmth liquid ease</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Letting you float</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To feel light repose</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My love touches you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Embracing all you are</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Your nakedness veiled</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Freed from need to hide</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Iove is now your blanket</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">warmness at night is yours</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Sleep is ours to share</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">In love across the world</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Serenity fills our hearts</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The world is spinning</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We are learning growing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Inner peace is showing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1786183489466888026?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-28702407969769850622009-12-04T04:26:00.001Z2009-12-04T04:27:59.824Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">To hold hands with</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To entwine fingers</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To wave hello</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To pass on a kiss</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To rub warmth back in</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To massage an ache</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To cross and make a wish</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To playfully pinch</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To gently squeeze</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To caress and linger</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Just long enough</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To explore and please</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To flutter to quiver on</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>just the right spot</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To knead and tease</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To arouse with delight</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Real hands showing life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A few scars well healed </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">yet so light to the touch</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Delicate, warm and soft </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Beautiful, strong, knowing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Dancing fingers so</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Enchanting, so thrilling</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So much of what love</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is all about is in their touch</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2870240796976985062?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-63986629215566152002009-10-22T03:45:00.002Z2009-10-22T03:48:17.267Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Your breath has become my breath</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My heart and yours beat as one</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I see myself reflected in your eyes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Your joy shining in them so brightly</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">showing all your love for me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You eyes see into my entire soul </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">They see my complete love for you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I see in your wonderous smile</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">How deep your love is for me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Your tenderness and desire</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">allow me complete abandonment </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">all that I do is from my love of you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Our love combines our strengths</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It shares all of us completely</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It guides us when we feel in doubt </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Our weaknesses are welcomed </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Discussed...overcome </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It sustains us in moments of frailty</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It provides solace and shelter </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">When clouds seem to gather</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The strength of our love always</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Finds a gentle wind to ease the</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Overcast moods away to reveal</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">This ever present light inside</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Its warmth is there for all to enjoy</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We trusted it across time and now</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We trust in this love across space</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To bring us ever closer together</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To a place where we will be side by side</span></p> <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US">Looking forward towards our future as one</span><!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6398662921556615200?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-88861455635029865132009-10-22T03:43:00.000Z2009-10-22T03:44:35.748Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Your love wraps me</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Your arms and legs </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Entwine with mine</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My love wraps you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Where ever I am</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I feel your love </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Surrounding me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Where ever you are</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You feel my love </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Embracing you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A magic blanket </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of my love for you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A magic blanket</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of your love for me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8886145563502986513?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-55142288326182627002009-10-19T04:08:00.006Z2009-10-22T03:51:44.215Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;"><b> <!--StartFragment--> </b></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><b><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi- mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love................. love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love............ love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love..........love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">FI</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </b></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5514228832618262700?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-2009080389728122982009-10-19T03:57:00.012Z2009-10-19T09:24:11.712Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language: EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">A heart in love<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love love love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>lovve love love love love lo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love ove love love lo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">lov................................ ove </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>ve<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love ve love lov<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love lovelove love lo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love l.................................o love </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love lo love lo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">lovlove love lov love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love lo ...............................love love </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">.lovelove love lov <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love........................love love </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>love love <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ove love love love ..................e love love lo </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love lo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love lov<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love love love love love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love lo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love lov <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ove ove love love love love love love love love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love lo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ove love love love love love love love love love lov</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love l<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love le<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love love love love love love love love love love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love l<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love lo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ve love love love love love love love love love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love lov<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ve love love love love love love love love lo </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love l<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love lov<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">e love love love love love love love love l</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love lov<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love love love love love love love love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love lo e<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> ove love love love love love love lo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love love</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love lov<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ove love love love love love love lo </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ve love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love lov e</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love love lo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love love love love love lo</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ve love love love love lo<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love lov<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love love love love l</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ve love love love love lov<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love love love love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love love love lov<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> ve love love love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love love love </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ve love love love love love l</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love l<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love love lov </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>e love love love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love love<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">love lo </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>ve love love love love love love l<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love love lo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> love</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love love love love love</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love love <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>love love love love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;">love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:8.0pt;mso-bidi-mso-ansi-language:EN-GBfont-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-200908038972812298?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-35349853880650868142009-10-19T03:38:00.000Z2009-10-19T03:39:08.492ZThou who dwells within me<br />Thou who I dwell within<br />you allow me to love<br />you allow my heart to sing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3534985388065086814?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-8724474449221806522009-10-14T03:50:00.001Z2009-10-14T03:52:12.454Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">your skin touching my ski</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">n</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">our heat mixing within</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sensations growing tingling</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the sounds of our breathing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">our lips full of desire</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">swelling arousing fire</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">tumbling fumbling</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">laughing and giggles</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"stop that tiggles"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stroking and caressing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">love and passion</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a chemical reaction</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">rhythm in our movements </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">bliss in these moments</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">passing and fading</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but love ever growing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">pure and light</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span lang="EN-US" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a divine delight</span></span><!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-872447444922180652?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-83583410356886600552009-10-09T01:08:00.000Z2009-10-09T01:09:00.472Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Each morning I wake<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And cappuccino coffee I make</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I wrap my hands around the mug</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And it is like giving you a hug</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The warmth it gives to me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is like holding you close you see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So every day I do this </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Like starting with a kiss</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What a way to start each day</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">This moment “I love you” it says</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8358341035688660055?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-88718470937884358992009-10-08T04:21:00.003Z2009-10-08T04:26:56.686Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We met and embraced and we went up stairs<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a long time since we had last met</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The coffee went on, I needed it as the flight had been long</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We talked and with ease you filled my heart</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was a slight nervousness in you</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And you spilt the coffee – something you never do!!</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The mess was soon put right and as I had caught you on the hop</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wandered the streets of Rome seemingly alone</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But already you were with me every step</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I returned we talked and talked some more</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then it was time for some rest</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had been on a long journey </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but actually the real journey was just begun</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Each day as I woke my thoughts were of you </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We got closer and begun to touch</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At first our hands brushed and then we held them</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We walked like this and looked at each other and smiled</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The brightness within growing,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">our inner glowing was showing </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">for all the world to see </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We grew closer and more open and then we kissed</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This release was bliss and we kissed and kissed and kissed</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We caressed and stroked and the charge ignited us </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It knows no bounds we shared all and opened our souls</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our bodies became one as our hearts united in love</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our joy became more complete as we journeyed together</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">giving more and receiving - our barriers were coming down so fast</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was so easy to trust you and be completely me.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To lay my self bare and show you my vulnerability</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As were shared moments of ecstasy and bliss</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You are my love you make my life so much more complete</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We step forward together on to this new shining path</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wrapped in each others warmth when it is dark</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And cooling each other when life, at times, gets too hot</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is peace and serenity and wonderful turmoil in my heart</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As we grow and think and plan - to meet and speak of many things;</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the future, of our togetherness, of this love joining us…….</span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8871847093788435899?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-21777447255172314442009-10-08T04:19:00.000Z2009-10-08T04:21:01.295Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Life and love without limits</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You have opened me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Laid me bare</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But with you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">All is possible</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">There are no limits</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I have no fears</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I am free to be</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">All I can be</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Vulnerability </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And serenity mix</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And give me peace</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And a chance to see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To really see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">That this is bliss</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My heart expands</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My love knows</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of no bounds</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Life and love now</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">An endless sea </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">of possibilities</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A meadow filled</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">with spring flowers</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">fresh colours bursting</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Bright in the gentle sun</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Our heartbeats thrilling </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">sounds of a life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">a gurgling stream</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The calls of birds</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">on the wing</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2177744725517231444?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-71936384808819399432009-10-08T04:18:00.000Z2009-10-08T04:19:31.723ZI shut my eyes and see you<br />Your eyes shining bright<br />The smile on your face<br />All within me feels right.<br /><br />The most beautiful woman<br />I kiss you a thousand times<br />your lips part for mine<br />our hearts and souls combine<br /><br />I close my eyes and see you<br />Your light and heart and love<br />Joins deep inside my being<br />Complete joy you are my dove<br /><br />The peace you fill me with<br />Is so deep and profound<br />The love I have waited for<br />I now know I have found.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7193638480881939943?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-38830971683964543312009-09-07T22:32:00.001Z2009-09-07T22:34:25.714Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Hope stirs<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the heart </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">misses a beat</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">no expectation</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">trusting life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">being open</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A step forward</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">to a connection</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">how will it be?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A smile and a spark</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Embers relight</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Eyes so bright </span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3883097168396454331?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-15847994885982425612009-09-07T22:30:00.000Z2009-09-07T22:31:59.897Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Eyes closed let go of your mind<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Empty your head and relax</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">all the stresses come out</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Allow yourself to be free</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Free to feel every stroke</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Skin touching your skin </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Heat felt from another’s </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Strong supple hands</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Kneading muscles soft</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Finding out your knots </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The nerves and sinews </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Revealing their history</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Straightening them out</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Finding their real truth</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Fingers strong and gentle</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Smooth and soothe you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tease and stretch fibres</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Joints eased and cracked</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Gentle small circles drawn</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">On your temples releasing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tensions unknown but there</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Drifting away from yourself</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Feeling lighter and alive</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The time passes and is gone</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The feelings linger on</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1584799488598242561?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-12368749371240189672009-08-10T10:08:00.002Z2009-10-22T03:56:19.135Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">a spark ignites the kindling stack<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">a need appears from the flames</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">a crazy notion now seems so right </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">romance mixes with sanity</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">inside is a new found light </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the thoughts, the smiles the heart beats</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">a little faster each time we connect</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">a few brief words are pieces, more</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">of our lives being shared brings</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">new meanings to the fore</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">slowly things take shape within</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">as this connection develops</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I am enough and have a tranquil heart</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And warm to this new feeling</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and believe in this fresh start</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it matters where it will lead</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">but am not anxious or concerned</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the stillness is a guide for me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and my love is truer now</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and it is alright to allow it to be</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1236874937124018967?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-60009701470100669022009-08-10T10:04:00.000Z2009-08-10T10:06:38.920Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">We are; are we not?<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Are we what we think?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Who do we think we are?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We are made by ourselves</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And are undone by our own hand.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We learn from suffering and bliss</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We need to dream as</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">dreams seed of reality.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We dream and grow</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">or we sleep and die</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Society sees dreamers </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">For what they are</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">People growing out and up</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Causing ripples - shedding light</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Their shade gives succour</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">they may suffer in their growth</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">their trunks bear scars of attacks</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of others’ callous unknowing acts</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We can handcuff ourselves</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">In so many ways</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Our manacles feel so real</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But they are only in our mind</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We attract what we are </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Not what we want to be</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Circumstances do not make us</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">They only reveal our real truth</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Cherish beauty that stirs the heart</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Learn to look for the good in all</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">living with purpose beyond our self</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">there is an ocean of truth below</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">its tide will pull us to our desires</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">so let them be pure and kind.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Thoughtfulness connects us together</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">out of this begins to flow grace</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the more we understand ourselves</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the more we become calm</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">See those with exquisite poise</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A character of serenity </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Who does not love a tranquil heart?</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6000970147010066902?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-42507273802176595452009-08-10T10:01:00.000Z2009-08-10T10:02:58.339Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span lang="EN-US">Nature<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seeing is believing and believing is seeing</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Open your eyes and look</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Lift your head from your book</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">There is exquisite beauty</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To see it open your eyes and look</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Just looking is not seeing </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Open up your being </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To live in the world</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Believe in what you are feeling</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">In every way you are</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Special beyond the stars</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A cosmos inside - being</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">In the moment no holes barred</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4250727380217659545?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-14291452635142625772009-08-05T08:23:00.000Z2009-08-05T08:24:57.975Z“Only cowards don’t fight back”<br />I heard this on the radio<br />The rest of the talk I missed<br />I was thinking on the truth of this<br /><br />Lost in musing I came to decide<br />The exact opposite is true in death<br />The truly brave face the facts<br />They stand tall in the final act<br /><br />Fighting, struggling, writhing<br />Not accepting death is part of life<br />Shows a cowardice that is weak<br />Part of humanities ugly streak<br /><br />We all die at some time<br />This is the prevailing trend!<br />Stand up and smile knowing<br />Our peace and acceptance is showing<br /><br />That we have lived a life fully<br />We have yearned and hurt<br />Loved and given - we are spent<br />Our life lived as it was meant<br /><br />Don’t fight back in this<br />Yield gently and with grace<br />This life ends only to start<br />The next with a wiser heart<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1429145263514262577?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-10118988649674929772009-07-27T04:02:00.000Z2009-07-27T04:03:55.668Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Our paths crossed</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But not for long this time</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">No opportunities </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To walk together </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Down a common road</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Our crossing was brief</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We journey on richer</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">For meeting on our way</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Fleeting fun possibilities</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Paths that cross once</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">now diverge but paths have</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">a habit of meeting again</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">so until then journey safe</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">take time to enjoy the view</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and enjoy your reality </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">in every step on your way</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">farewell fellow traveler.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1011898864967492977?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-23595555193791966762009-07-27T04:00:00.000Z2009-07-27T04:02:18.807Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Dengue stews you man</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The fevers are fun</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The hot and cold sweats</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Its the muscles that crack </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">wanting to tear</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Bones from sinew </span><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">that’s no fun</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the fevers drift on and</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">time travel becomes possible</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">days drift by in seconds </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">though so much seems to pass</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">through your brain that</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">belongs to the bugs</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">strange shapes morph</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">in and out lightness</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">lavalamp-esque</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you are a passive observer</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">away with the fairies </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">enduring their trip </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the bugs are in control</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">thirst raging throat </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">strangely parched</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">drinking drinking drinking</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and still you are dry</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">at last it seems they take </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">some time out</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">body is in decline but </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">feeling better somehow</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you reach the bottom</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">then start to climb</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">slow steps exhausted</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">body been through</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the mill chewed </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and stewed and spat out</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">how long can you sleep</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">how many days to get straight</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">advice and kindness</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">don’t rush be gentle</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">this is not a race</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it is not a disgrace</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">this is the tropics</span></p> <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;mso-bidi-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US">and this shit happens!</span><!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2359555519379196676?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-59195460863019849662009-07-06T00:37:00.000Z2009-07-06T00:38:57.606Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Eyes say so much<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Without ever having to speak</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Look deep into them</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And you will find what you seek</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Words say one thing and</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Can be understood in many ways</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Listen to them but look into the eyes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Really to hear what they say</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Eyes say so much</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Without ever having to speak</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Look deep into them</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And you will find what you seek</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A persons’ truth and their light</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is found in the depth of their eyes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Watch them when they smile</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To see the inner souls whimsical sighs </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Eyes say so much</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Without ever having to speak</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Look deep into them</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And you will find what you seek</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5919546086301984966?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-35268592297489551282009-06-18T23:34:00.001Z2009-06-18T23:36:29.055Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal">I am torn and not torn<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I hurt and bleed</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My blood runs hot and cold</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I am strong and sure</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I am tough</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Inside is mush</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I see only black and white</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Grey is like a cloud</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It obscures my world</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I need to see my world</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I choose to hear</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What I hear</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is it what people </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">say that I fear?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I choose to see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What I see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is it what people </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">show to me?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I choose to feel</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What I feel</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is it what people</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">hope will yield?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I am free and not free</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I was cut and bled</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My blood is stilled and cool</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I am weak and unsure</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I am gentle beneath</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Inside is strength</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I see only grey</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Grey is like a cloud</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The cloud is my world and </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">my world is everyone’s world</span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3526859229748955128?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-42193526413643994482009-06-17T01:07:00.002Z2009-06-17T01:10:05.028Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We had hardly met I know<br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But everything about you</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Made me smile inside</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a blissful week</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dear friends, the weather</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The location so fitting</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To explore new beginnings</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We both felt a connection</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A gentleness and ease</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Relaxing and kind</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Understanding, stimulating</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We were not ready</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We were so new</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And after our week</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We were to be so far apart</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We were “the blind date!”</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All friends in couples</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eyes for each other</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eyes on us together</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Expectations and then</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Trips and walking</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sitting and talking</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So much a stake</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And little said</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So little space to be apart</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A lighthouse and boat</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A warm jacket shared</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Such delicate feelings</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hatched in so short a time</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Such a strong impression</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Such intelligence</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Such grounded beauty</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What a smile</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And eyes that laughed</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Were the eyes for me?</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A sparkling, an inkling</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of more to come.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The final evening</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And everyone else</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Had gone to bed</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Apart at last</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We talked some more</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I enjoyed being close and alone</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">stroking your hair</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We had only just met</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We were going to depart</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A tantilising moment</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Heart fed but head led</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Possibilities not realized</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it was all abit too fast.</span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4219352641364399448?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-88568911714422394832009-06-17T01:04:00.001Z2009-06-17T01:07:45.736Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">A secret shared from afar<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Feelings declared </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">something stirs within</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Defined in a moment </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Felt so strongly then</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Unexplored until now</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Memories rekindled</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A delicate reaction.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Blood fills the cheeks</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">An outward showing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">An unconscious response</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A thought, a feeling </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A mention of lips and skin</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Coy, caught by surprise</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A blush, a beautiful blush.</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8856891171442239483?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-65894242166571770742009-06-11T06:46:00.000Z2009-06-11T06:47:26.953ZStroking your hair across time and space<br />Curling, falling around your shoulders<br />I did not want to breathe my heart racing <br />not wanting to break the spell.<br /><br />I can remember the evening so long ago like last night<br />The sighs, the feelings, the anticipation in the room<br />desiring so much - such beauty beneath my finger tips<br />A moment suspended in time - caught in amber.<br /><br />A renewed contact, a surprise, an invite before it is too late…<br />A warm feeling awoke the embers within<br />fanned so easily into flames.<br />I can feel your hair again and I touch you in my mind.<br /><br />The time to tell you the truth has come<br />The time lost should be lost no more<br />To explore the feelings to hold you tight<br />to gently explore the divine.<br /><br />I wanted to break the spell, to melt the amber <br />I wanted more than to stroke your hair<br />I wanted to kiss your lips - to feel your skin<br />to smile and to say, “In this moment I love you”.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6589424216657177074?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-35077332300341625942009-06-02T23:22:00.000Z2009-06-02T23:23:52.234Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">WE wait..<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">YOU wait</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I wait……</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We both wait to see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We both wait you see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We wait</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Who goes first?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Who crosses the line?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Who says this is how I feel?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Why wait?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What if you wait ?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">When you wait what then?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Heavy weight emotions</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Light weight actions</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A very long wait</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I wait……</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">YOU wait</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">WE wait..</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3507733230034162594?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-82911944065667433862009-06-02T23:21:00.003Z2009-08-10T10:10:00.507Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">That gentle caress that lingering touch</span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">You fingers caress and tease my lips</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Mouth and tongue opening wanting more </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you brush aside my hair</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And stroke the lids of my eyes…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Eyes closed and inside my head</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I see you naked lying by my side</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Lingering, holding me, stroking me </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Our bodies touch at last</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">This moment imagined … </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Imagined a thousand times over</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Abandonment but without expectation</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The line imagined and without form</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">How could we have been so close?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">How could we have been so close so long… </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So long we have met and danced that dance</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We have talked of love and life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">We have hurt and churned</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Each in our turn listening, supporting</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The others emotional tides…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tides turn and now ours has come </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To be together and to be in love</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To cherish the feelings we have </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To hold each others hearts</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">To smile, to acknowledge all that has past…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Past but not gone and look at each other </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And smile that knowing smile</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of openness, of togetherness</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of the future, of cocoa</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Of rugs upon our knees!</span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8291194406566743386?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-27457373326176707452009-06-02T23:20:00.000Z2009-06-02T23:21:24.577Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Chasing too hard, or not chasing enough<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The chase is a game or so I am told</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A game with rules and secrets</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">That never really unfolds</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I try hard and then not trying enough</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Worried I will push away the girl of my dreams</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Concerned then I will loose my way</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">My destiny is alone, it sometimes seems</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But this woman I want and need advice</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">But I need to be me and for her to see</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I can’t pretend to be what I am not</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And if that is enough I will wait and be</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2745737332617670745?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-89517985208273068812009-06-02T23:18:00.000Z2009-06-02T23:19:40.326Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Can I be anything other than me?<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Can I pretend to be someone different?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Can I catch a woman’s heart?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Can I do this with falsehoods and lies?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">And if I did where would it lead<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Will it lead to short pleasures?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Will it lead to pain down to line?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Will it lead to discontent for me or for thee?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I am who I am and that is who I want to be<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I am still discovering who I am<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I am and will always be me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I want to wear my colours on my sleeve.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8951798520827306881?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-89087090030935180652009-05-28T09:11:00.000Z2009-05-28T09:13:05.210Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Santa Cruz where bullets rained in ‘99<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Was the setting for rain again.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">People in black and solemn</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">turned out for Cristina’s funeral.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">A quiet, a murmur, chats about life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The coffin arrived and the gathered</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">made their way grave side squeezing </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">between the monuments and the rough</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">piles of soil marking the places </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">of the already dead.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Standing among the bright </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">gaudy and fake, slowly fading </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">plastic flowers adorning every tomb.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The reds, yellows, blues and white</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">contrast the sober dress and </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the congregating grey clouds.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The coffin is interred and wailing starts.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The trigger for the clouds to open</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The rain descends as flowers are arranged</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Heavy drops of life fall from the sky.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tears of life at this moment of change</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">From this life to the next </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tears of sadness - Tears of relief, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tears for new beginnings</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tears of rain cleansing all beneath </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Nature helping the healing process</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The cycle of ashes to ashes and dust to dust</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The cycle of water and seed to growth of new life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span lang="EN-US">(In memory of Cristina who shares my birthday)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8908709003093518065?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-733957994440350672009-05-28T09:10:00.000Z2009-05-28T09:11:49.319Z<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Opportunities, delicate veils are enough to shroud<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Many lives lived without exploring everything around</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is this a problem? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What is missed, is love lost ?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">is friendship gained?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Can you have both or is the risk you loose it all.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is being scared an excuse </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">is it easier to stay safe? REALLY is it easier?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is it right to chance your arm - to cross the line?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The line you can feel but cannot touch</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The line that is there but really is not</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And if this line is crossed then what </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What would happen and what would be said</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Would people care, would they say at last</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Where is the bridge under which all that water has passed?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What is the risk and what is the gain</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">What has been said and what was left unsaid</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">left to dwell in the souls deep and left to stew </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">is it now reduced to a crust boiled dry?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">is it now a tasteless dream and new things on the boil</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">or is the slow cooking just adding to the enjoyment </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the savouring of something waited for so long</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">what will lead to what and where will that lead when got</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">life a joy a mix a bag of fun confusion, curiosity and exploration</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and journey with unexpected beauty at every turn</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">paths lead forward and back to where you came</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">but face the future and enjoy the moment </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">as it is the crucible of the rest of time…….</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-73395799444035067?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-20831561877579000142009-02-12T19:29:00.006Z2009-02-12T19:48:22.676ZA black ruined folly, a ragged tooth on the skyline<div>contrasting the heavy white canvas clouds</div><div>reversing normality a negative         </div><div>shadowy winter bare trees </div><div>scowling heavy set eyebrows watching</div><div>brooding crescents against the hills</div><div>stonewalls black edges to snow clad fields</div><div>plough lines like creases in a faded linen sheet</div><div>two tone puzzle pieces on a life size picture box</div><div>grassy tufts stems upright like frozen hedgehogs</div><div>the slanting sun picking out highlights</div><div>houses nestled on south facing slopes</div><div>clinging to the sun's weak warmth</div><div>school children in over sized uniforms</div><div>clothes hanger thin breathing clouds of steamy life</div><div>obedient waiting at a pedestrian crossing</div><div>chimneys of distant industry</div><div>forcing cotton wool plumes skyward</div><div>in the still stiff air</div><div>funeral directors in their charcoal suits</div><div>crisp white shirts and straight black ties</div><div>sweeping snow from their pavement front</div><div>making life more safe for their visitors</div><div>an amusing sign an appropriate pun</div><div>"Steamy windows? We will clear your window panes!"</div><div>the journey ends and the day at work begins.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2083156187757900014?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-30532230307473020342008-12-22T16:18:00.001Z2008-12-22T16:19:16.153ZLife like a bulb<div>when well fed<br /><div>Springs forth</div><div>to delight </div><div>the world around</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3053223030747302034?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-63098188998673060742008-12-20T23:40:00.002Z2008-12-20T23:45:21.356ZNothing has changed<div>but I dont seem to fit</div><div>Nothing has changed</div><div>but it doesnt feel like home</div><div>Nothing has changed</div><div>but I have made a shift</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything has changed</div><div>and I am in a state of flux</div><div>Everything has changed</div><div>and I am no longer at home</div><div>Everything has changed</div><div>and a new journey begins</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6309818899867306074?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-61707705364688255302008-11-03T05:19:00.005Z2008-11-05T23:22:18.871ZSkin warmed by the blood pumping just beneath<br />smooth soft beautiful her body wrapped within<br />to be explored with fingertips, nose and tongue<br />the fine hairs at the nape of her neck<br />the dimples at the small of her back<br />the gentle fall of her breasts<br />her lips closed drifting slightly apart<br />inviting your fingers in<br />as you brush her cheeks and lips<br />long strokes the length of her spine<br />lingering, pausing and down<br />teasingly soft relaxing and yet<br />arosing and heightening feelings<br />with every caress desire being stoked<br />the blood heats and pulses within<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6170770536468825530?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-36076833062211933932008-11-03T05:09:00.005Z2008-11-03T05:14:15.222ZA person alone a real beauty<br />keeps her head down as i walk in<br />I assume she wants to be alone<br />so I drift past to a table near by<br /><br />She looks up now and she smiles<br />A social situation that is easy<br />I should stand up and join her<br />the smile was warm and inviting.<br /><br />Fear holds me in my seat<br />the connection brief and safe<br />but where could it have led?<br />Fear the thief of possibilities.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3607683306221193393?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-14078649328371502342008-11-03T05:05:00.002Z2008-11-03T05:08:55.169ZWhat is around the corner of my life<br />reach out and look<br />what do I see?<br />what is it I perceive?<br />a gentle excitement<br />a lifting of fear<br />I see a completing<br />a symphony<br />a work of art<br />a possibility<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1407864932837150234?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-42585509887417847332008-11-03T05:01:00.002Z2008-11-03T05:05:47.388ZLiving in the moment<br />controlling the conscious<br />liberating the mind<br />externally aware<br />of the world around<br />growing into unity<br />within and the beyond<br />self possessed and humble<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4258550988741784733?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-24978514677975808222008-10-20T23:22:00.002Z2008-10-22T05:54:32.661ZLove like trees, grows in many ways<br />Some trees are straight, true and tall<br />Though high they can be lonely<br />Certainty and growth is all - unstopped<br />Growing hard to reach the light<br />This love can be more selfish and possessive<br />And more vulnerable to changing winds<br /><br />Love is often nipped in the bud<br />Stopped as it grows - it causes hurt<br />But through this pain is new growth<br />As other branches shoot and spread<br />This tree is broad and rounded in form<br />This tree is sure, balanced and strong<br />Deep roots reach water and bind the earth<br /><br />As the love grows in each new bud<br />There can not be enough pain to stop them growing<br />The roots draw from the source nourishing feeding<br />The trees branches, twigs and leaves<br />This tree becomes the largest shelter of them all<br />Years of giving back to the ground<br />allowing others around to grow<br /><br />Each season changes its look as you approach<br />Spring bursts with life and newness refreshed<br />Summer allows shade and succour to be sought<br />Autumn reintegrates learning with the soil<br />Winter rests and allows learning to be absorbed<br />Each year round the cycle of life and growth<br />Is repeated and expands with every circle of time<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2497851467797580822?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-3647392408792341582008-10-20T07:59:00.001Z2008-10-20T08:19:07.900ZWhose choice is it anyway?<br /><br />Think hard on the words<br />“I didn’t have a choice”<br />What do they really mean?<br />And said with whose voice<br /><br />“I didn’t really have a choice”<br />Reflect on those words you use.<br />Do you understand what you’re saying?<br />You know you can always refuse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-364739240879234158?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-5224593284248614302008-10-11T01:41:00.001Z2008-10-11T01:44:38.576ZWhat a day<br />What a funny day<br />Not funny ha ha<br />Not funny at all<br />Not in that way<br /><br />News from a colleague<br />His wife has a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">turmour</span><br />A friend of old split<br />With his girl after<br />Twenty years<br />A friend’s dad<br />With a nether bump<br /><br />What a day<br />What a funny day<br />Not funny ha ha<br />Not funny at all<br />Not in that way<br /><br />A carpet pulled<br />Certainty gone<br />What is solid?<br />And what is not<br />A shake and<br />Quicksand forms<br /><br />What a day<br />What a funny day<br />Not funny ha ha<br />Not funny at all<br />Not in that way<br /><br />Trust only this<br />Life is precious<br />And it is short<br />With two hands grab it<br />Live and love<br />Be true and be you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-522459328424861430?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-63844184841325221982008-10-11T01:40:00.000Z2008-10-11T01:41:47.398ZSplish splosh<br />a soak in the bath<br />Glass of wine to hand<br />bubbly foam<br />Cheese to nibble<br />a classy relax<br />Time to myself<br /> a pleasure<br />Simple things really<br />Warm water<br />and nakedness<br />Enveloped helpless<br />And in control<br />this time choosing<br />what to have.<br />pleasures in life<br />a selfish moment<br />for the good of all<br />more yourself now<br />after a bath!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6384418484132522198?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-78214312590479814072008-10-11T01:34:00.002Z2008-10-11T01:40:26.554Z<strong>These people, these forgotten people</strong><br /><br />Women children and men all were<br />War heroes brave and courageous<br /><strong>These people</strong> who have seen too much<br />Have so much inside remaining hidden<br />The new republic has moved on<br /><strong>These people</strong> have been left behind<br />Mental collateral, damaged and scarred<br />But all for the good of the cause<br /><strong>These people</strong> now forgotten and abandoned<br />By the nation they created<br />Through blood death and continuing pain<br /><strong>These forgotten people</strong> still wounded from the past<br />They hurt in the present - not who they were<br />And the future is a dark and uncertain place<br /><strong>These forgotten people</strong> often chose to drink<br />Their way to forget their past - not to think is bliss<br />To miss the present and not look beyond the next glass<br /><strong>These forgotten people</strong> forget their heroic hour<br />They stood shoulder to shoulder for freedom<br />Now forgetting - they drink and sing arm in arm<br /><br /><strong>These people, these forgotten people</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7821431259047981407?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-42073901187741773632008-10-08T00:48:00.002Z2008-10-08T00:56:27.967ZWhat a giver from a family of givers.<br />So much of you invested in others<br />You truly give when it is of yourself.<br />You seek for naught but the task well done<br />You give best when you are giving freely<br />You give with your heart and your heart is filled<br />You give and also be mindful of others who give.<br /><br />Some lessons in receiving are still to be learnt.<br />Unasked for gifts given in understanding<br />Should be taken in, open-hearted and with joy.<br />Do not presume the need for gratitude<br />Tying you to the person who gives freely.<br />For you to be uncertain and feeling beholden<br />Puts in doubt the spirit in which the gift is given.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4207390118774177363?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-28195690879136205232008-10-07T00:49:00.000Z2008-10-07T00:50:55.560ZA beach and waves<br />Shells on the sea shore<br />Memories waiting<br />To picked up<br />And taken home<br /><br />Looking at the sand<br />I see broken fragments<br />Of shells left behind<br />There are so many<br />Unclaimed memories<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2819569087913620523?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-57467957963999416662008-10-02T05:54:00.002Z2008-10-02T05:57:00.122ZMarlboro Lights<br />My daily delights<br />A puff a drag<br />A wheeze<br />Smell them<br />On the breeze<br /><br />Sunshine a tan<br />My pension plan<br />Smoke fags - no fear<br />Of life running on<br />Limit my time here<br />When my spirit is gone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5746795796399941666?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-31517571943696064832008-09-29T05:45:00.001Z2008-09-29T05:45:38.530ZYou spilt your blood<br />Red wet into the ground<br />Giving life to a new nation<br />To gain your independence<br /><br />So much blood lost<br />So many lives given<br />You are in charge now<br />You must take control<br /><br />Visit the hospital blood bank<br />It is empty just a sachet or two<br />No one gives their blood freely now<br />To help build this nation strong<br /><br />Such an easy gift to give<br />At no cost to you<br />to help a fellow citizen<br />to bind the country closer<br /><br />Please give your blood<br />To help a stranger<br />To share your life blood<br />To help save a life of another<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3151757194369606483?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-366710701213990932008-09-29T05:44:00.001Z2008-09-29T05:44:59.378ZSome much blood spilled to gain freedom<br />Countless lives lost to found this great country<br />Other people were starved to death in the hills<br />Or rounded up and shot for your independence<br />Such heroic deeds and so much loss<br />So you can decide your own path<br />Free to make your choices count<br />This time there is no one else to blame<br /><br />In contrast the blood bank is almost empty<br />A few sachets of blood is all that is there<br />People willing to give their life for their country<br />Can’t yet find it in themselves to donate their blood<br /><br />Do you know you can help a stranger?<br />A fellow citizen can live by you giving blood.<br />What stops you from sacrificing now?<br />Spilt blood is washed away soaked into the land<br />A gift of blood is given to another and binds you<br />A nation more closely together leaving behind<br />Past differences and looking together to the future<br />Where the whole is more than the sum of parts<br /><br />A-ve, B+ve what ever group you are the country need you<br />To give freely of you blood this time to build the nation<br />To bring unity and shared purpose to all is people<br />What a gift you can give to save a life at no cost to you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-36671070121399093?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-35972355285046982042008-09-26T04:56:00.003Z2008-09-26T05:10:04.763ZHow have I got to where I am?<br />A question a friend asked<br />Quite a while ago now!<br /><br />I pondered and let the thought float<br />In my head unheeded to find its way<br />Sowing a seed in fertile soil, I felt it grow.<br /><br />So why am I here in my life?<br />And why is she where she is?<br />Different places – and a certain stillness in me<br /><br />Many thoughts came and went<br />She is busy raising the bar<br />I don’t have a bar to lift (just one to sit at!)<br /><br />Perhaps she sees a world of individuals<br />Competition and ranks pushing<br />Always striving to achieve<br /><br />I see a world of individuals too<br />But we are all on one earth and<br />We are similar, perhaps even the same<br /><br />This frees me from a lot of stress<br />I am living my own life shared<br />With all others in wonder and joy.<br /><br />She though has a stronger sense of self<br />And now I see I am less defined<br />We will reach the middle from different ends!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3597235528504698204?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-79408937941469096652008-09-26T04:55:00.002Z2008-09-26T05:09:06.678ZPossessions we have but “what do we own?”<br />Things to surround us, things to touch<br />Beautiful and sometimes useful too<br />A home, a car, a circle of friends<br />A trophy wife, at least a woman who says yes!<br />A wealthy man, fit and handsome who likes to cook!<br />Two stereo types that don’t fit the world<br />Though the world spins on and on<br /><br />Ask the questions<br /><em>“What do we own?”<br />“What do we really possess?”</em><br /><br />Western greed pushes us<br />Towards financial wealth<br />the list of wants<br />Perceived as desperate needs<br />Ghandi had it down pat<br />The difference blurred<br />Between real needs and greed,<br />Possessiveness and acquisition<br /><br />But ask the questions again<br /><em>“What do we own?”<br />“What do we really possess?”</em><br /><br />Perhaps nothing but our thoughts?<br />Possessiveness poisons clarity<br />Freedom comes in letting go<br />A journeys end beginning to be reached<br />To let loose - to understand<br />There is nothing to own<br />Only temporary caring and stewardship<br />Every one similar in uniqueness<br />All are born to live life and then pass on<br />To a life after life<br />We are all on our way<br />Are we really in possession of ourselves?<br />Or are we all one slowly<br />Joining our individuality<br /><br />Is this nonsense?<br />Do we just die?<br />Dust to dust “there, there darling” a sigh<br />A fire, ashes to ashes, a puff and its gone<br /><br />I certainly wonder what it is all about<br /><em>How about you?</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7940893794146909665?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-23354357933186996422008-09-26T04:53:00.000Z2008-09-26T04:54:06.072ZAn evil feeling<br />the devils work<br />Corrupting<br />Deceptive and knawing<br />Dark devious<br />Cunning and imaginative<br />Wild, hurtful and hurting.<br />Inside twisting<br />Uncertainty in every turn<br />Any relief short lived<br />Spiteful inner rage<br />Appearing calm though<br />External twitches,<br />Snide remarks<br />And comments bursting out<br />Betray the swelling<br />Tensions within.<br />Tightening and squeezing<br />The goodness out<br />Leaving black poisoned<br />Lifeless blood<br />Congealed spirits<br />Stuck in each painful<br />Unfolding moment<br />Coldly watchful<br />So lost in themselves<br />So lonely and distant<br />From the feelings they felt<br />And think they feel<br /><br />Let go, let go, let the fuck go<br />Give it up, shut up, put up<br />Grow up and get on.<br />Be still serpent be still<br />Release the pain, the mess<br />Shout and scream “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”<br />Then be still and listen<br />There are other voices within.<br />Can you hear them,<br />Can you hear them yet?<br />Listen, listen be still<br />Let go, let go, let the fuck go<br />Possession is poison<br />What can you really own<br />Who are you to control<br />Anything except<br />that which is within<br />Be still and listen<br />Can you hear them yet?<br />Kind gentle voices within<br />Be still and listen. <br />Shhhhhhhhhhhh, I said listen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2335435793318699642?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-68281267378470485882008-09-26T04:43:00.001Z2009-06-23T04:23:43.789Z<div>Loving and losing by numbers<br />A and C meet B (D is a sideline issue)<br /><br />Girl 1 = A<br />Girl 2 = C<br />Boy 1 = B<br />Boy 2 = D<br /><br />1. A and C on a beach one day meet B<br />2. B likes C<br />3. But B totally in the thrall of A<br />4. C followed her heart<br />5. C followed D<br />6. D trashed C’s heart<br />7. And C was vulnerable<br />8. A and B hit it off<br />9. B is a rock for C<br /><br />10. Time passes..tick tock<br /><br />11. B declares his feeling for A<br />12. A feels but hesitates<br />13. A’s head leads her heart<br />14. B is all in a quandary<br />15. C is unaware of Bs feelings for A<br />16. Cs rock becomes more than that<br />17. C falls for B and behold they share a house<br />18. C is pleased to share with B<br />19. C wants more<br /><br />20. Time passes..tick tock<br /><br />21 But B wants A<br />22 C and A are also good friend<br />23 A girls night out<br />24 Who says what to who first<br />25 A admits B is smitten<br />26 C keeps quiet but her heart is broken twice<br />27 C makes a plan<br />28 C cant have B<br />29 Then B cant have A<br /><br />30 Time passes...tick tock<br /><br /><br /><br />31 B and C live together<br />32 Things change at home<br />33 C influences A<br />34 C drives in a wedge<br />35 That pushes A away from B<br />36 A listens to C<br />37 But B lives with C<br />38 And A does not<br />39 B sees C for what she wants<br /><br />40 Time passes...tick tock<br /><br />41 B is a gentleman<br />42 B does not tell A<br />43 A sides with C – women unite<br />44 B has his heart broken<br />45 C smiles inwardly<br />46 A distrusts B’s genuine intent<br />47 B could become melancholic, not openly loved<br />48 A has been duped by C<br />49 C has won but everyone loses<br /><br />50 Time passes...tick tock</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6828126737847048588?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-75725279745806586672008-09-26T04:41:00.002Z2008-10-03T06:12:40.415ZA man in the middle<br /><br />A man shackled fixed bound firm<br />Between 2 women<br />A cold iron chain<br />three links long<br />The mans heart given to one<br />The other binds her heart<br /><br />To the man in the middle<br /><br />Manacles of time and space<br />Bonds of heart strings<br />Strained straining pulling<br />The two women’s links<br />Do not normally touch<br />But at one moment they share a view<br /><br />Of the man in the middle<br /><br />He touches them both in different ways<br />Feeling the tightness<br />Gripping them all<br />Two wanting to be free<br />The third not letting them go.<br />Happier to be bound in pain<br /><br />To the man in the middle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7572527974580658667?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-52160159263609543012008-09-26T04:39:00.000Z2008-09-26T04:40:47.280ZThe sea is rising, an inexorable tide<br />Try as I may the waves crash about<br />All this running and no where to hide<br />My heart screaming - no need just to shout<br /><br />Screaming inside at the top of my voice “WHY?”<br />Why is it that I am attracted to those<br />Who love me only a certain amount - I cry<br />I try to accept that is the way they chose<br /><br />What is it in me that acts as a sign?<br />a big flag above my head saying<br />This is a lovely man - he is fine<br />Enjoy time with him but no laying no staying<br /><br />What is it in me?<br />What do they see/?<br />To care but not to fall<br />To love but also to stall<br /><br />Is it a defect inside?<br />If so where does it hide?<br />As I grow I also know<br />I have so much to show<br /><br />If it works out<br />I will shout<br />In a voice of full of joy<br />Done with being coy<br /><br />The love will be a sight<br />But I need to find the lady… right?<br />Or is just finding my love inside<br />And being the best I can be<br />And when it is seen<br />Then the rest follows<br />As authentic love is free.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5216015926360954301?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-42329318584767435412008-09-03T23:37:00.000Z2008-09-03T23:38:29.610ZI am a strict man<br />That is how I am.<br />As I was a father to my son<br />I wanted the best for him<br />It is easily done<br />I did not praise him<br />I always expected more.<br />Good he was but never<br />Quite good enough for me<br />A mortar shell<br />A shrapnel wound<br />The blood run<br />By his sister<br />Amongst the falling bombs<br />The risk all in vain<br />In the morning he was gone<br /><br />My son has died<br />the grief the loss.<br />How could you know<br />The half of it?<br /><br />I stopped my work<br />In the factory<br />And opened a shop<br />And each day my friends<br />Came in and talked<br />They talked of my son<br />The kind young man they knew<br />They knew unlike me<br />I was strict with him<br />With them he was free to be<br />They saw I side I never saw<br />They saw a side<br />I will now never see<br />His fun and joy for life<br />Taken from me<br />By the person I am.<br /><br />My son has died<br />the grief the loss.<br />How could you know<br />The half of it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4232931858476743541?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-45632286487285519912008-08-26T04:43:00.004Z2008-09-03T02:33:13.727Z<em>That single sachet a perfect metaphor<br /><br /></em>The wind swept beach, the peace, the sea - just us<br />It was beautiful to see you after a week<br />As we meet to catch up and have our lunch<br />For me to listen, look and hear your answer<br />To a question I asked about the nature of us<br /><br />Your distant eyes staring at the crashing sea<br />Waves upon waves of words inside your head<br />Reaching your tongue, breaking upon your lips<br />Their spray washing across our faces<br />As their cooling meanings start to unfold<br />Slowly squeezing my heart,<br />Doing my best to disguise the pain.<br /><br />All spoken in a mindful but uncertain voice<br />The hidden doubts left me confused<br />Leaving me wanting to help heal the rift<br />I see inside you - causing you distress<br /><br />The meal finished and the real business done<br />We ordered coffees, a cappuccino for you<br />A risky affair from the start in such a strong wind<br />The coffees arrived and immediately your froth was lost<br />One strong gust puffed and spent - it was gone<br />The cooling milk sprayed from the cup<br />Flung across the table the mess begun<br /><br />Then came your sugar sachet<br />My sweet heart held in your hands<br />Torn and opened the video begun<br />A brief coy look and uncertain laughs<br />Showing doubt and internal pain<br />The sweetness spread everywhere<br />Except where it belonged<br />A metaphor for where<br />my feelings for you had gone<br />Across the table of your life<br />Sweet scattered crumbs<br />Maybe not enough reaching and touching<br />the waiting cup to swallow me<br />and accept me within your warm heart<br /><em><br />More coffee, more sugar, a less windy day…………?!!</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4563228648728551991?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-11562947566076933902008-08-20T03:25:00.001Z2008-08-20T03:34:12.552ZLove is for shining<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Not for hiding away</em></span><br />Love needs light and air<br />Its spirit is free<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">It should not be denied<br />or kept out of sight</span></em><br />Love should be allowed to grow<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It should not be stunted<br />Or cut off in its prime</span><br />Let it flourish and reach its peak<br />Let it be fully explored<br />Cherish its time to the full<br />The moments become memories<br />They stay for ever<br />To recall and feel again<br />The bursting radiance<br />Of a heart filled<br />with life and love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1156294756607693390?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-74713528455199171492008-08-20T03:22:00.004Z2008-08-22T04:17:37.604Z<em>We have such a short time left together..<br /></em>But a life can be lived in moments like these<br />A chance to give and share fully is a rarity<br />I feel we are capable of this<br />The connection and feeling we have<br />To loose this chance to strike it rich<br /><br />To question too much<br />To follow a vow come what may<br />when circumstances change<br />If the brain fights with the heart<br />the heart should win<br />We know ourselves apart from each other<br />What joy knowing ourselves together<br /><br />My love for you won’t change<br />I want to deepen it and share myself<br />My beauty with your beauty<br />To treasure memories into our futures<br />Precious jewels in our splendid crowns<br />Lets be rash, impetuous, heart lead<br />Do you fancy going to bed!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7471352845519917149?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-64106443095363691892008-08-19T07:36:00.003Z2008-08-22T04:20:30.005ZThe first time I saw you<br />The first time I saw your eyes sparkle as you turned my way<br />The first time I heard your laugh bubble up<br /><em>I knew</em><br />The first time you used my name<br />The first time you gave me a private look<br />The first time you made me laugh<br /><em>I knew</em><br />The first time we began to tell our story<br />The first time we brushed together<br />The first time we winked and smiled<br /><em>I knew</em><br /><br />The first time I discovered you wonderful voice<br />The first time I saw your radiant smile<br />The first time I felt tongue tied as you sat by my side<br /><em>I knew</em><br />The first time you discussed your art<br />The first time you showed vulnerability<br />The first time you called me friend<br /><em>I knew</em><br />The first time we swam in the sea<br />The first time we giggled and laughed<br />The first time we lay on the beach to chat<br /><em>I knew</em><br /><br />The first time I noticed your wonderful hands<br />The first time I felt your light touch<br />The first time I saw your shoulder blades above your wrap<br /><em>I knew</em><br />The first time you made my heart skip<br />The first time you talked of your life<br />The first time you enjoyed my food<br /><em>I knew</em><br />The first time we shared a coconut at sunset<br />The first time we began to open up<br />The first time we knew we are in a stew!<br /><em>We knew</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6410644309536369189?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-8863894864150097172008-08-19T01:26:00.002Z2008-08-26T00:27:52.198ZFor six months I will forsake “men”<br />What ever the cost to me and to them<br />If I meet a charmer with a true heart<br />If we connect well that’s a shame<br /><br />Because I have given up “men”<br />That’s my decision and that’s my choice<br />I want my space and simplify things<br />As relationships add confusion to my life<br /><br />I am on a diet - in it there is no “men”<br />I can draw close and take succour<br />But I need to be me to be free<br />I need to be single this is what I see<br /><br />But what treats they can be “men”<br />For me the “chocolate ice cream!”<br />Something I love and enjoy<br />There is this guy who could be..?<br /><br />But wait he is a lovely “man”<br />And what is this diet all about<br />Is it my brain taking control?<br />What does my heart say of this?<br /><br />He is real and true - a “man”<br />Genuine feelings expressed<br />To loose the chance of bliss<br />A gentle loving kiss<br /><br />Vows I have set against “men”<br />Or are they against my self<br />I have control but maybe I should let go<br />And see where it, this journey flows<br /><br />I know my self and HE is a “man”<br />A poet and sculptor, a heart aware<br />Wanting to share himself with me<br />What is wrong with another step?<br /><br />The heart on the sleeve “man”<br />Too much at stake to stay hushed<br />he feels scared but its right to speak up<br />One step at a time there is no rush<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-886389486415009717?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-88410880292640697672008-08-06T00:19:00.001Z2008-08-06T00:24:15.890ZOld smells hint of degeneration<br />The rascal smiles still the same<br />Are desire and youth lost?<br />A frail body but the lust still strong<br />Longing for the same thing<br />No shame trying to get a rise<br /><br />Beauty there and gone<br />As fame and fortune fade<br />Reading actors obits<br />Comodes for shit<br />As the catheter drips<br />Urine on the persian carpet<br /><br />All women are beauty to men<br />Earthy beauty not objects of desire<br />But warm flesh and blood<br />Beating hearts, curves and smells<br />They maketh a man and<br />Make living worthwhile<br /><br />Venus swears and drinks<br />But beneath she is pure but hurt<br />Stolen from her a first born love<br />Stunting corrupting her character<br />She was sent into your path<br />To learn of love again as you depart<br /><br />Sips of beauty supped<br />Sad melancholy and rage<br />Mix with pleasured life<br />Loss and hurt lived<br />Toes dipped in every pond<br />Paddling in the cold sea<br /><br />Purity found between you<br />As you shed your shoes and socks<br />Desire sated and a dignity arrives<br />Amongst the groynes and the rocks<br />Death comes and yourself found<br />In the comforting arm of refreshed love<br /><br /><em>A synopsis of film by the same name!</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8841088029264069767?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-88877257259883980322008-08-03T13:18:00.001Z2008-08-03T13:21:15.030ZEach day with every step<br />Lived fully a feeling grows<br />An awareness inside<br />of a more integrated whole.<br /><br />With insights, gifts of intuition<br />pieces of the puzzle fit<br />slowly, slowly but each time<br />more clearly the shape appears<br />of who I am and what I will<br />be when re-complete<br /><br />The picture box discarded at birth<br />and the pieces strewn to be<br />re-gathered, patiently collected<br />bits lost hidden and re-found<br />The shape of me fills and grows<br />The gaps close shine and flow<br /><br />Much work is to be done<br />but an end of searching is closer<br />A new beginning ghostly is in sight<br />the veil is lifting the future is bright<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8887725725988398032?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-15630417151839673192008-07-29T04:55:00.003Z2008-07-29T04:59:08.244ZTwo bodies<br />Two beds<br />One restless night<br /><br />A wall between<br /><br />Twisted bed sheets<br />Writhing minds<br />Dreaming of another’s touch<br /><br />The start of love?<br />Like a little itch<br />You cannot hide<br />Its difficult not to scratch<br /><br />The wall<br />The skin<br />The itch<br />The touch<br /><br />Do you scratch?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1563041715183967319?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-87128753206700696772008-07-29T04:52:00.000Z2008-07-29T04:54:04.226ZEyes so pure<br />The heart shining out<br />The presence<br />The age with beauty<br />The serenity<br />Listening without judgement<br />A flow so physical<br />You can feel the touch<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8712875320670069677?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-79481581076510049902008-07-24T00:22:00.000Z2008-07-24T00:23:57.592ZCan you win madam or sir<br />Pouring out your heart by hand<br />In passion opening up more freely<br />Than with the spoken word<br />Received by a heart that is closed<br />Not opened by your truth<br />Scared afraid young<br />Suddenly sees an age<br />Too early too soon<br />run away to the moon<br /><br />Missives sent<br />With honest intent<br />Well meant<br />Causing dissent<br />Hearts rent<br />Don’t repent<br /><br />Trust your heart<br /><br />Don’t double guess<br />Don’t repress<br />Feelings of truth<br />for those you love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7948158107651004990?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-47699149169317425272008-07-23T23:57:00.001Z2008-07-24T00:03:45.839Z<em>Too afraid to answer questions we pose ourselves<br />Questions we are afraid to ask- if we are afraid to ask we know the question<br /></em><br />Somewhere along the line we need to question<br />What we are and what we think<br /><br />We toy with ourselves, tease and trick ourselves<br />Circling the real questions, touching<br />clawing and flying off like vultures eying up<br />A dying, striving, surviving corpse<br />it is where we all end<br /><br />our methods do differ<br />some attack bash breaking themselves<br />against their own will stubbornly defending<br />their own door against themselves<br />not realising they are on their own side<br />others creep quietly by thinking avoidance is an answer<br />and that one day the questions………………<span style="font-size:78%;">will disappear</span><br /><br />I believe each door is opened when it is ready<br />When the time and place is correct<br />the key fits, the numbers roll right for the combination lock<br /><br />Knowing the questions is the start<br />Though you may not immediately understand<br />Let the answers come through your art<br />But as time passes by, the door will appear again<br />As you pass through life changes within and outside<br />Will make it feel right to step through<br />the door no longer barred and see that part of you<br />you need to trust and embrace<br /><br />inside the room you will discover<br />so many doors opened already by you<br />to see your hidden and secret self<br /><br />be strong and patient - do not rush time - nor should you wait<br />accepting self, not denying self<br />through every door there is a lesson a learning<br />you can share to help other people find their own internal peace<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4769914916931742527?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-75350765564831165072008-07-22T03:00:00.001Z2008-07-22T23:55:37.854ZA story told<br />a precious touch a hold<br />Of a love that unfolds<br /><br />Early commitment and real excitement<br />Followed by distance then abandonment<br />Talking of keeping dignity intact<br />Remaining rather matter of fact<br />Really the feelings are sore<br />Seeing a hidden heart still raw<br /><br />A story told<br />as love turns cold<br />and new life unfolds<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7535076556483116507?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-78822986301849984192008-07-19T04:14:00.004Z2008-07-19T05:18:21.739Z<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hair is like humans<br />we are individual strands<br />of life with an end<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">and a beginning<br />Dreadlocks are many hairs<br />All individual but united</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Hanging together<br />woven combined</span> </div><div align="center"><strong>I</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>N</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>T</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>E</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>R<br />I N T E R T W I N E D</strong><br /><strong>W</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>N</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>E</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>D<br /></strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Supporting each other</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">from the beginning</span><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">to the end<br /></span><strong>to the new beginning</strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7882298630184998419?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-80021189581095559642008-07-07T03:02:00.003Z2008-07-21T04:16:27.737ZThe dipping sun painting hills rusty red<br />Crimson flowers, trees lush greens deepen<br />Coffee dried in the day collected in at dusk<br />The beauty of the stars and the moonlit night<br />Draws you into to romantic notions of their life<br />Meal time comes seated as an honoured guest.<br />Dogs prowl and snap are teased for scraps<br />Thrown and devoured bones nothing is left<br />In the background they make a bed for my rest<br /><br />A full moon casts shadows it is so bright<br />Women clear the food and the drinking begins<br />The gentle spirits lit by candles spilling wax<br />Smiles broaden and teeth show white - a stereo type<br />All have stories to tell, I watch and listen<br />The language is one I do not understand<br />Though emotions, hands and eyes tell so much<br />I feel I am a part of them and laugh - I am touched<br /><br />The peaceful idyll is not all pillows and plush<br />Life here is hard - harder than the bamboo bed I share<br />It is cold and the noises of dogs and roosters shatter<br />Restless fitful dozing - babies crying and being hushed<br />For one night it is something that does not matter<br />I walk before dawn to watch the sun rise in the east<br />I follow the moon as it departs behind the distant hills<br />My bones warm in the early melting pink sun spills<br /><br />I watch the village routine unfold in the gathering light<br />I heard it start before dawn the women going for water<br />From a distant spring - their dignity grace and strength<br />Worlds apart the gulf I am trying to cross to understand<br />Kids are all flesh and blood tantrums cheeky and shy<br />Showing me we are all one we are born the same<br />Happy in their bright uniforms and frolicking fun<br />Dogs cleaning up after toddlers before they are done<br /><br />I can leave and I can shower and change - have a cold beer<br />These wonderful generous people will stay and continue to live<br />To laugh and cry - to have babies and die.<br />A depth a lesson a humbling gratitude sinks in<br />We bleed the same. I feel weak. They have strength<br />They have a sense of life and death. A closeness to nature<br />Western lies try to eliminate with shiny things.<br />I have restarted a journey here seeking understanding<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8002118958109555964?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-9828210463788810632008-07-04T05:30:00.001Z2008-07-04T05:33:34.389ZIn our new country <br />Catholic rules are a lie<br />A disease is being spread<br />HIV something we dread<br /><br />Use a condom<br />Use a condom<br /><br />The new pope statue revealed<br />But the AIDs truth is concealed<br />These curses making us cry<br />Comes with the bloody malay<br /><br />Use a condom<br />Use a condom<br /><br />The old Christ at Christo Rei<br />Live in faith you hear them say<br />You tell that to the dying people<br />In the shadow of your church steeple<br /><br />Use a condom <br />Use a condom<br /><br />What craziness this is to us<br />The mad religious fuss<br />About a rubber on a cock<br />Do not let Aids run amok<br /><br />Use a condom<br />Use a condom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-982821046378881063?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-31878485099365088942008-07-04T01:42:00.001Z2008-07-04T01:56:02.488ZYou are the voice of the nation<br />Your anger and frustration<br /><br />Rides a crest of a wave<br />Surfing over the rave<br /><br />Your power and poetry<br />Darkness and hurt you cry<br /><br />To rise and live free<br />From the malay you see<br /><br />Your passion in the rap<br />Seems to turn on a tap<br /><br />Amongst the youth<br />Searching for their truth<br /><br />Your words help them form<br />Opinions that lead reform<br /><br />The young nation needs you<br />To shout loud what is true<br /> <br />Helping the spirit guide<br />The turning growing tide<br /><br />Towards a real fresh start<br />As Timor finds its own heart<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3187848509936508894?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-68708602200576958612008-07-01T01:09:00.002Z2008-07-01T01:14:53.915ZLove...What is love?<br /><br />Can it be bound<br />Confined to a list of musts<br />And nice to haves<br />love can not be chained<br />Can not be boxed<br />locked<br /><br />love can not be defined<br />love is an endless ocean<br />a surprising inland sea<br />the light of a perfect day<br />bathing all in equal generosity<br />warming each it touches<br />deep inside their heart<br />Love…. What is love<br /><br />LOVE IS<br /><br />When seen when felt<br />It is a blessing <br />To behold <br />To cherish<br />But it is for all<br />Not just for one to hold<br />let it be free<br /><br />Love…..What is love?<br /><br />LOVE IS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6870860220057695861?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-79958583515311466822008-06-27T08:06:00.003Z2008-06-27T08:26:23.935ZWide curious eyes of the new arrival<br />Searching looking blinking<br />Helplessly involved like a new born child<br />Dependent needy greedy for new experience<br />Lapping it up catlike tasting tropical delights<br />Sweltering steamy smells of sweet corruption<br />Drawing you in to life anew<br /><br />The surface deepens and understanding<br />Grows with time - the softness hardens<br />Curiosity constricted by routines found to return<br />to familiar patterns from home, beer and chat<br />Gossiping and gadgets for the kitchen<br />A shell forms to shelter and inure us.<br /><br />Under its self professed protection who are we?<br />The bright new world so recently explored and enjoyed<br />Is clouded behind its callous immunity<br />The child in us dying with each day of settling<br />Of each month complaining and proclaiming<br /><br />How do we let this happen? and why?<br />Do we need to protect ourselves<br />from being drawn in and over committing?<br />Exhausting ourselves and burning up<br />Our spirit against a limitless wall<br />Leaving only ash and a soot-stained bricks<br />To show how we played our tiny part.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7995858351531146682?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-10751465048196740622008-06-24T03:12:00.001Z2008-06-24T03:15:39.686ZCrossing the street<br />Now that is a feat<br /><br />UN, UN, UN, UNDP<br />Tata, UN what do you see<br /><br />A shiny white truck<br />Drivers don’t give a fuck<br /><br />Not a drop of rust <br />They stir up the dust<br /><br />The 4x4s go by<br />The fumes make you cry<br /><br />Money tied up in wheels<br />How do the locals feel?<br /><br />New cars for government<br />Are they heaven sent?<br /><br />Students take to the streets<br />will MPs keep their personal treats<br /><br />Who gains who loses?<br />Is it the people who choose?<br /><br />Poverty and death at their door<br />In who’s interest is all this for?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1075146504819674062?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-23752897581182317732008-04-28T22:42:00.004Z2008-04-28T22:53:41.377ZI will walk with you<br />I will walk at your pace<br />if you stumble<br />I will put out my hand<br />If you fall<br />I will rest with you<br />until you stand <br /><br />This journey you are on<br />is your journey<br />I am also on mine<br />I will not carry you<br />We have our own strength<br />you will find the spirit <br />to carry yourself on<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2375289758118231773?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-52019077826210013572008-04-12T21:50:00.004Z2008-04-12T21:56:30.748ZNoticing is so important<br />trust and be open<br />notice truth <br />notice genuineness<br />notice love<br />notice a real smile<br />and smile back<br />listen and be kind<br />listen and say hello<br />strangers are friends<br />friends need not be<br />strangers<br />be yourself<br />be free<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5201907782621001357?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-84639631258046127952008-04-06T18:44:00.004Z2008-04-06T18:53:03.261ZDelicate soft movements<div><div>photos newly collected</div><div>gently caressed.</div><div>Age and frailty</div><div>creeping in to</div><div>bones and skin</div><div>eyes softly fading</div><div>her sighs whisper</div><div>signs of times past </div><div>and her time</div><div>still to come</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8463963125804612795?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-58142883399056864242008-03-24T21:17:00.005Z2008-03-25T01:03:08.792ZA single kiss <div><div>as we depart </div><div>our first meeting over</div><div>so much in that kiss</div><div>bold and yet shy</div><div>lips just parted<br /></div><div>a possibility<br /></div><div>a connection</div><div>a door left open</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5814288339905686424?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-9310098430841293882008-03-24T17:17:00.002Z2008-03-24T17:20:41.022ZSnowman relics litter the park<div>melting and abandoned</div><div>surrounded by grass.</div><div><br /></div><div>Know the childlike joy and mirth</div><div>that went into building them</div><div>is now seeping back into the earth</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-931009843084129388?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-10531339543278472742008-03-19T23:20:00.004Z2008-03-19T23:51:13.441ZI see it now as I walk down the street<div>I see it in the way our eyes meet</div><div>I am all there in the way I look</div><div>I can glance and cast a hook</div><div>to capture and engage with all</div><div>a smile and wink, standing tall.</div><div>People see the real me at last</div><div>the world in my eyes is vast</div><div>pools of gentle love flowing</div><div>life is now giving and growing</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1053133954327847274?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-53681782187872271312008-03-18T23:59:00.006Z2008-03-24T17:34:02.420ZProtecting self <div>by not falling in love</div><div>not wanting to hurt</div><div>cocooned inside </div><div>spinning silk to protect</div><div>to soften every landing</div><div>remaining unconnected</div><div>known for the soft</div><div>ephemeral touch</div><div>inside wiggles and churns</div><div>the truth wormlike </div><div>blind </div><div>wanting to </div><div>be seen</div><div><br /></div><div>That is no more for me</div><div><br /></div><div>metamorphosis</div><div><br /></div><div>I am a beautiful</div><div>butterfly </div><div>that has </div><div>taken to flight</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5368178218787227131?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-28598935521439493162008-03-18T23:50:00.006Z2008-03-19T23:52:58.181ZA weird dream, a wonderful dream<div><br /></div><div>I was in a home by a fire</div><div>An autistic man asked</div><div>"What did you see on the tele"</div><div>I saw that I had not really </div><div>learnt my lessons - not yet</div><div><br /></div><div>This was a second time </div><div>I had visited his home</div><div>from the future</div><div>I was there as </div><div>a second chance.</div><div>At first I had missed my boat</div><div><br /></div><div>I came back and saw</div><div>an opportunity for </div><div>love and care</div><div>tenderness for whoever</div><div>a touch a kiss</div><div>the genuine</div><div>warmth of a smile</div><div>I saw my joy</div><div>over spilling<br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2859893552143949316?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-11021978422662423862008-02-26T19:08:00.005Z2008-03-19T19:32:55.110Z<div>The time has come</div><div>to step up </div><div>and be counted</div><div>to stop hiding </div><div>behind the stories</div><div>to recognise the truth</div><div>and see the selfish lies</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>I am enough to be loved<div>I am allowed to shine</div><div>I am open and kind</div><div>This is me</div><div>at last this is me</div><div>LIFE IS GOOD</div><div>a wink </div><div>an easy smile</div><div>a cheeky grin</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1102197842266242386?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-33091372611288707582008-02-20T21:49:00.004Z2008-02-20T21:58:05.761Z<div style="text-align: center;">me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">me mono me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">me poly mono me<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">me poly on my loop me <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">me my self monopolising me</div><div style="text-align: center;">me me me only my loop on me</div><div style="text-align: center;">me self myself my own self only me</div><div style="text-align: center;">me and me and me and me and me me</div><div style="text-align: center;">who are you? not me who cares me</div><div style="text-align: center;">what is it? not that me me my</div><div style="text-align: center;">when? not now me me me</div><div style="text-align: center;">where are you? me</div><div style="text-align: center;">how many? one</div><div style="text-align: center;">ME Me me</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-3309137261128870758?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-74657048694245307312008-02-03T00:17:00.003Z2008-03-18T23:17:51.115Zher eyes appeared to see for ever<br />her gaze was so remote<br />from where we were at the table<br />eating our supper as always<br />our conversation not flowing<br />missing the point talking<br />of day to day stuff bird tables<br />paintings and local butchers<br /><br />her eyes appeared see for ever<br />at the mention of young kids<br />dreaming scenes that are not truth<br />seeing believing a different reality<br />tears squeezed out of her eyes<br />hidden pain reaching the surface<br />opportunity? childless sons<div>grandchildren? there is no fun</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel anguish and pain</div><div>not giving what she wants</div><div>not giving what she needs</div><div>her youth vitality ebbing</div><div>this needs to be restored</div><div>but at what cost</div><div>it must be true</div><div>It will be true</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7465704869424530731?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-21116412152454267712008-01-18T23:42:00.001Z2008-01-20T16:59:16.269Z<span style="font-weight:bold;">Kindling</span><br />Youthful and sprightly cheerful<br />light flames lick and tease<br />then clouds of smoke<br />fickle short lived essential<br />learning stoking future delights<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Wood</span><br />Wood fires bright spell binding to watch<br />heat and flames dancing beguiling passion<br />easily spent and then left with ash<br />consuming crackling sparks and spits<br />seasoning and type control the life<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Coal</span><br />Hearts like a coal fire at times dark and<br />apparently cold but always burning hot<br />intense heat heightening the feelings<br />they burn through showing the warmth<br />that was and is always there within<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2111641215245426771?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-61214170483908363352008-01-15T11:56:00.000Z2008-01-18T23:28:58.763ZSo close then so distant<br />so engaged then so remote<br />The change and loss<br />the connections broke<br /><br />what happened within<br />a blink of an eye<br />the snap of fingers<br />no tears no cry<br /><br />silence space exclusion<br />a chain link weak<br />time distance other<br />friendships to seek<br /><br />journey on and get in touch<br />with what you need to fill the gap<br />so busy so intense so bright<br />there is territory and also the map<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6121417048390836335?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-26917669989438879472008-01-14T21:09:00.000Z2008-01-14T21:20:58.537ZSilhouette in the window<br />gazing out into the garden<br />musing mindful contemplation<br />seen and not seen the outline<br />soft shadowy and sensuous<br />the tall window frames <br />her movement slow languid<br />unknowing and knowing <br />delightful thoughts caressing<br />her mind and her skin stroked<br />living the feeling within<br />watching being watched<br />not caring in a different place<br />seeing and seen unfocused<br />futures come closer<br />dreams pre-lived<br />practiced and perfected<br />in these quiet moments<br />alone head and heart <br />combine unrestrained<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2691766998943887947?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-16419687130597190182008-01-06T00:27:00.001Z2008-01-06T16:44:42.323ZGo on boys pass it on<br />this learning learned<br />this schooling given<br />our job is done <br />yours just begun<br /><br />Use this gift<br />in your world<br />think of us<br />not too much <br />but from time to time<br />smile and remember<br />where your life begun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1641968713059719018?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-28667848374266176232008-01-06T00:18:00.000Z2008-01-15T11:54:37.734ZUnseen anonymous secret<br />cells mutant corrupting<br />we can follow new conceits<br />eat greens reduce meat<br />more of this or that - less treats<br /><br />But it can attack anyone <br />at any time. All we do<br />is reduce the risk - hit or miss<br />so we need to live each day<br />precious like a loving kiss<br /><br />We need to know death <br />as our friend waiting<br />to take our body away<br />acknowledging accepting <br />we know when its our day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2866784837426617623?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-69725425160700011742008-01-06T00:01:00.001Z2008-01-06T00:03:21.005ZWe grow up now <br />wrapped in cotton wool<br />cocooned in sterility<br />a scrapped knee<br />a hospital trip<br />not a bit of spit<br />a scab and a badge<br />of honour to pick <br /><br />We grow up now<br />indoors not out<br />electronically adept<br />we kill on screen<br />a click of a button<br />a tree house never seen<br />a health and safety<br />risk in the extreme<br /><br />We grow up now<br />common sense<br />being weaned out<br />no responsibility <br />if we fall or break<br />a life of trash <br />electronic and fake<br />cowboys and indians<br />competition for gods sake<br /><br />We grow up now<br />striving to be the same<br />designer clothes a must<br />the label the badge <br />new shoes each no damaged feet<br />no hand me down clothes<br />a TV in every room - neat<br />a way of western life<br />which we must defeat<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-6972542516070001174?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-84619705500684071622008-01-03T22:06:00.001Z2008-01-03T22:07:13.037ZDo i let my fears <br />stand in the way<br />hiding my gifts<br />my light hidden<br />creating shadows<br />of doubt<br />self-limiting <br />my life<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-8461970550068407162?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-58206065811410377972008-01-03T21:58:00.001Z2008-01-03T22:01:50.964ZWhat are shadows?<br />How is a shadow cast?<br />How far does it reach? <br />How long does it last?<br /><br />The shadow forms <br />when the source of light<br />is partially obscured <br />hidden from sight<br /><br />the closer you stand<br />to the light your sun<br />the further the darkness <br />creeps crawls and runs<br /><br />You stand and stay<br />confused by doubt and fear<br />staying casts the darkness<br />all you can see is near<br /><br />Most of the shadows<br />we see in our lifetime<br />are formed by standing <br />in front of our sunshine. <br /><br />We face out and all<br />we see is shadow casts <br />dark and limited views<br />a stillness grips and sets fast<br /><br />turning we see<br />our brightness<br />our source <br />our lightness <br /><br />Do not be afraid<br />of seeing yourself<br />burning in glory<br />walk in and embrace<br />the heart of this light<br />then turn and face<br />the world together<br />all colourful, <br />visible and light<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5820606581141037797?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-54513227780892706402008-01-03T19:50:00.000Z2008-01-03T21:29:37.399ZLove is like water <br />water is like love<br />all encompassing containing <br />flowing consuming smoothing<br />nourishing gentle eternal<br /><br />Love iced over and frosty<br />melted by waters' warmth<br />Love boiling over with passion<br />replenished by cool springs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-5451322778089270640?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-29094016568006357262007-12-18T22:46:00.000Z2007-12-18T22:47:05.258ZWe need to look deep inside<br />at the emotions still held within<br />Where our true feelings reside<br />Is in our heart not in our mind<br /><br />Look deep, deep deeper still<br />To really feel the truth and hurt<br />The choice once made will<br />Free growth and thought<br /><br />A decision made is what we need<br />With responsibility and inner trust<br />Feelings 2 thoughts are creative seeds<br />A new spring watered with tears released<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2909401656800635726?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-17262501673172326962007-12-16T22:32:00.000Z2008-01-03T22:08:43.946Zplanting bulbs<br />I wait for spring<br />and a garden of joy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-1726250167317232696?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-75311129780234368242007-12-15T22:23:00.001Z2007-12-15T22:34:10.352ZI look down at my feet<div>and see the shoes I wear</div><div>the clack of heals on the street</div><div>polished and treated with care</div><div><br /></div><div>The shoes belonged to my father</div><div>brown leather brogues that shine</div><div>walking in them now I gather</div><div>feelings of his feet with mine</div><div><br /></div><div>this brings a smile to my face</div><div>knowing we are walking together</div><div>I look bright and pick up the pace</div><div>remembering hill walks and heather</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-7531112978023436824?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-27140259840638326032007-12-11T20:48:00.002Z2007-12-11T21:07:19.534Zthe jagged rock<div>punches the water<div>the water gives way</div><div>the punch the splash</div><div>the punch the splash</div><div>it happens a thousand times</div><div>the punch the splash</div><div>the water gives </div><div>the rock gets wet</div><div>over time the rock </div><div>wears smooth<br /></div><div>to a pebble</div><div>so smooth</div><div>it looks wet</div><div>all the time</div><div><br /></div><div>this is how anger</div><div>and compassion</div><div>coexist</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-2714025984063832603?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32707431.post-41249381585069907062007-12-11T13:29:00.003Z2007-12-11T22:20:59.790Z<div><br />There is so much tenderness inside<br />a gentle flesh giving and sweet<br />willing kindness in the violence<br />an openness is creeping in<br />small glints of warmth within<br />churning joy of unshown pride<br />showing a tender side to all<br />the heart wants so much<br />it is bursting inside its cage<br />weeping sad at lost chances<br />tears cooling the rage and distance<br />the anger creates around<br />wanting release to live a life<br />for things to be open free to be<br />to heal old hurts and the new<br />then i can love and be loved<br />spring of youth unbudding<br />with smiles and kisses<br />we all gain strength in joy<br />your life is hard<br />dare you dream to succeed<br />dare we dream to love<br />heart to heart<br />PEACE </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32707431-4124938158506990706?l=beardysanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>beardysanchezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17850168805909371641noreply@blogger.com0