Destiny..

I had been getting on the internet for quite a few months, searching...I had always thought, for someone who would find me interesting.  I wrote the usual comments on the social sites.. ranging from poetic quotes to funny lines.. just trying to get someone to notice.
 After writing mostly poetry for a while, but still.. always looking for...at first,  other poets...then other writers. I knew I would find what I wanted, I just did not know what it would be.
It was her name that piqued my interest at first, it was unique, it stood out in my mind,  like seeing one good looking woman in a room full of beautiful women. 
Her avatar she used on her posts was a picture of a pretty girl, with a great smile. I figured she was like most women on the site, using a fake picture in order to remain unknown.  I had seen her comment on a few other posts and she seemed very intelligent.  There was something about her comments, she had a way of holding others back with short, trite comments and would not interact past that.
 As it happened, I saw her comment on a post I was following, I thought ...here is my chance. I  plussed her comment to draw her attention at first, hoping that she would check my move and look at my profile, then I added her to my stream... knowing that she would add me soon after.
Of course my confidence soared when I saw her add me to her stream. Now.. I could make my move.
Waiting patiently, like a lion in the brush, for the delicate antelope to come by..to spring my trap, I seen her comment on another post and I sprung. I started by getting her to interact with me, by addressing her by name, I then waited to see if she would respond. My heart was starting to pound in my chest, I actually felt like a teenager at the school dance, hoping the sweetest girl there would dance with me. It seemed like an hour had elapsed, but it was only a few minutes, when I seen she had responded. I sprung into action.
 I asked her "write me a small poem" .... challenging her creative brain, little did I know she was very creative. She then  answered me by surprising me with a question of her own. "You write one first" she said.
It was then I knew she was the one...

The Dance...

  A Short story ..

There was a reason that Sam... was the best pool shooter in the place.
Sam was always the first guy in the pool hall, practicing and waiting,
like a lion waits in the grass...for his prey to come along.
When you play pool for money... you pay after every game.
 That was the unwritten, unspoken, pool hall's rules of playing pool.
 If you can't pay then don't play.

Thats the reason not to many guys would try to take him on, or try to win his money playing pool.
It was a losing proposition.

 P.J. was the kind of guy everyone hated, but would not tell him to his face.
 He was a bully and an asshole, the kind of guy who would play you all day for money and then when you were done playing and had him stuck for fourty or fifty dollars, he would tell you that he forgot his wallet. That he would pay you tommorow or the next time he would be in the place. 
It was his usual bullying tatic... because if you asked him for your money now, he would get mad and want to fight you.

Sam looked up and saw P.J. come waltzing through the door,  he just kept practicing.
It was like a ballet that Sam had danced ...many times before.
P.J. smiled and they looked at each other and smiled at almost the same time, they both knew what the other was thinking.
Sam thinking, here comes an easy mark...P.J. thinking... should I try him.
 "Whats up Sam?" P.J. said  as he sat down on the stool.
"Nothing P.J., whats up with you?" Sam replied.

 Sam kept on hitting the balls in a slow steady rhythm... until the pool table was cleared.
 Waiting for his opponent to speak those words, that he loved to hear.
"Want to shoot some Sam?"  he said as he got up and rounded the pool table, he walked to the other end and gathered the balls.
 He knew Sam would  play.
If they played for money...he knew Sam would play anybody.
P.J.actually thought that it was Sam's weakness... in a strange twisted way.
He already owed most of the regular guys in the poolhall money. So why not one more?

"Do you have any money P.J.?" Sam asked.
 "Yea, I do". P.J. answered. " Fuck you, Sam. What the fuck do you think I am ?"
That was usual intimidating tactic, start cussing real loud.
"Well, you owe almost everyone  that comes in here money, so what do you think ?" Sam  answered.
"I always pay Sam.", It might be later but I always pay." P.J yelled.
"Don't talk shit to me Sam, I'll fuck you up" P.J. said,  stopping and glaring at Sam.
 "If you don't have any money or you want to play on the wire *, I ain't going to waste my time with you." Sam answered very casually.

He already  knew P.J's  moves, intimidation would not work with him.
 Sam always kept his cool, that is why he was the best pool player in town...
Sam knew everybody's moves.

To Sam this would be easy money for him, but he had to dance the dance.
 He had to make his opponent feel good about losing their money to him.
That was his best move.
"O.K ...P.J.... rack'em up. let's play" !
"How much do you want to play for ?"... Sam said with a big smile.

The prey had come, the chase was over.
The feast had begun.

*On the wire, is a term used to describe a system of keeping track of who wins and who loses
 on a wire that runs across the top of a billiard table. The loser usually pays what is due at the end of the session of playing.

The Flower Watchers..

A tender flower grows...
somewhere in the world
Each day, she stretches toward the sun,
 growing more beautiful and special...
each day
bringing a smile to all...
who happen to look upon her

They  are in awe of her beauty, marveling
 at the creation of the Lord...
 Grow my sweet flower..
for you are special..
full of Hope and Faith

Someday there will be one
 who plucks you... for your innocence,
 because  he will want you for his own ..
 he will deprive the world
 of what the Lord has given... us
   
Or you will find your way... in the world
and understand... that your life is special
 and we...the flower watchers
 will not notice...
because we will have moved on...
 to the next flower

All but me...my flower...
for you will always be in my heart ..
 The memories ...of what we experienced
 will never be another's..
but a special moment known...
only between us

Blue Powdered Sky

How can I tell you... what I see
if you will not look...
for the reality..
let me  free you.. to
look into my mind..


Try to see images of...
a forgotten  place,
within the reason...
of eons past....time and space

Long lost words ...of forgotten prose
a timeless moon shows
a withered Rose

Blue powdered sky.. where eagles fly
a surreal lake ..
a sight to partake
only the eyes .. will be surprised
to find me there ...
breathing the air

While holding you .. in a scene so blue
 random words ...they fill my mind
let me share them... with you,
if you... be so kind..

A Poet's Words..

A poet uses words...
 like the clouds use the rain,
warming each soul, 
with drops of comfort,
whether with a chilling shiver...
or a refeshing awakening

 As each... feels something different
 when they experience... the sensation
of  each drop of water
 falling into their world.. softly,
 or each word...piercing

  The words of a poet... very often
 fall lightly...like snow
 on one's tongue..
each individual  flake
 unique... in it's own way,
 pleasing to the senses ...
yet disappearing...
after settling into the mind

 As thoughts of love
come from a place...deep within,
 yes .. even a heart of stone
 can develop cracks

 For time...can outlast and break
the heaviest of hearts..
 and love...will never die,
as it remains in the center
 of any mind ..
forever

What is my Love ....

What is my love.. 

as it floats lightly and high

but a tiny searching butterfly,

 who tries only ..

to reach the sky

As from each tender flower

it alights..

keeping  it's  focus

on loves... greater heights

 

 What is my love..

but a simple stream 

flowing softly... driven

towards it's dream

Knowing that it will

 reach it's end...perhaps 

finding love

around the next big bend

 

What is my love...

sometimes... a cloudy sky

 seeking the sun...

that rests on high

Filled with rays..of golden heat

growing stronger

 with  each heartbeat

 

Now you hold  my Love ...so tenderly

my love is yours..

no longer free

Like the butterfly... flying to the sky,

or the simple stream..

that haunts my dreams

For the cloudy sky... is the reason why

I have faith...my Love

you are the one...

 that warms my heart,

 with your golden sun

Out of Sight .. Out of Mind

I thought I saw the blur...
or was it the look in your eyes
 the one I had seen...
when I looked... to the skies

Was it the color
of what... your blue heart meant,
or had we played all
 of our mind cards...
 money saved... was all spent

Nothing left to lose...
 we bet it all
now... just waited for the thud
from the awful fall

Remember the river
the flowing water..as it passed
once gone under the bridge
 it became part of the last
 of what ...we knew
was a memory bright,
 now gone... but not forgotten
just out of our sight