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I read your poems and see them for what they are, The many layers of meanings piling dreams upon reality That touch my heart. Your words cut through to me as mine do to you And what's to be gained from here on By subterfuge. It's time to face the terror, the fear of the unknown Because the important facts are no secret anymore Between two. We both had fear, but it seems rather silly, now That we know each other so completely In our hearts. I could meet you unshaven (me, not you - silly) And you could have no make up on at all and I guarantee I'd find you beautiful. And we could be tongue-tied (but knowing us not likely) And we

The man sat at the outdoor cafe table and sipped his coffe as he watched the people go by.  He didn't see a crowd; he saw people. His mind drifted back to a young woman who had taught him about love and about himself.  It was strange, because here he was, a man of the world who had seen and done almost everything - yet this young woman had made him see the same world differently.  He thought he had seen love before, but now he realized that there are a thousand needs and thoughts which confuse the issue.  Do you love someone because they are beautiful?  Do you love them because they are intel

She loved to tease people.  At an early age, she knew how to shock them and get their attention, how to grab them by the throat and force them to look at her. The reasons behind her needs were complicated and probably I'm the only one in the world who could understand them.  I didn't love her for those needs, although she might not have realized it.  What I saw was a friendly little spirit, charming and beautiful, floating around me like a butterfly.  She was funny and bright and chatty and flirty and wonderful.  I was concerned that her needs might get her into trouble some day and something

He was going to regret this.  He had too much too drink. Of course it was because she wasn't there. We are born alone and we die alone. Sometimes. On rare occasions, sometimes but not always, once in a lifetime, someone comes along.  They might be too fat, too thin, too beautiful, too ugly, too dumb, too smart, too young, too old ......... but they knock you off your feet.  Sometimes it never happens.  Sometimes you are left with the best you could come up with at the time. Sometimes you are left with nothing. Sometimes you fall in love and the face changes; everything changes...... the person you ca

Things were moving fast. Horace Rumpole leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk. There wasn't much on it anyhow, because there wasn't much call for a private dick these days.  Everything was out in the open with the internet. A person found it pretty tough to hide secrets, so why hire a private dick when all you had to do was press a few keys? He pushed the fedora back on his head and took a sip from the bottle of scotch he kept in the drawer for just such occasions. "Babes......" he muttered, exasperation dripping from his voice like slime from the mouth of a police dog. "Ya can't live with 'em and you can't get 'e

It is human nature for men to want to become wealthy individuals, but most can't deal with it. I've seen it all. I've seen that all around them, pirates try to steal their money. There are cruel, callous plans to blackmail men Lies seem to make their character worse and worse. High ideals or ordinary men?