Disposable's blog: "Some of my Poetry"

I wish to lay beside you and gaze up at the stars
and perhaps watch the alignment of Venus and Mars,
lay there upon a blanket on a warm summer's eve
and with you tightly in my arms, swear to never leave.

I wish to walk beside you upon a sandy beach
and look ahead to the future we have yet to reach,
to stroll along with you, holding your sweet hand in mine
as we splash away the whole day in the salty brine.

I wish to grow old with you and see your hair turn gray
having proved that through it all I would forever stay,
to talk about our life and the pleasures we have known,
amazed at how through it all our love has only grown.

I wish to see you slowly walk down a wide church aisle
and then to lift your veil to kiss you and see your smile
to spend every precious moment of this dear life
being together, "Will you consent to be my wife?"
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You tell me of your problem, but do not help, you ask;
how do you expect one cares to do such a task?
You do not want solutions, just for me to listen,
that is like telling snow to fall but it can't glisten.

I am a problem solver and have been all my life,
how can I not do the same for my dear loving wife?
I tie my tongue in a knot and open wide my ears,
my mind turning out solutions for all that it hears.

I know you're a smart lady, that's part of your appeal
and I know that with this, you will find a way to deal.
It is only that I wish very much to help you
with everything that life forces you to go through.

It is just that after all the speeches about "we"
and how my problems do not just belong to me,
this does not seem to fit well with all that you have said,
the wondering why is also pounding in my head.

I am a creature of logic and linear thought
and my mind races to find the solution it's sought.
So if my every problem is your problem too
why am I now expected to not try to help you?

You want me to just console and with compassion stare,
you say that doing this, you will know I truly care?
I can not help but wonder just what you would do
if I said I don't want your help with with what I go through?
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I watch as the dim lit sun climbs high in the dark gray sky
and it appears to be a negative of your lying eye.
Your eyes are the crowning glory to your cheaters great disguise,
so very good at hiding what you feel and all of your lies.

Your exquisite beauty, divine form, and long flowing hair,
melts a man's loving heart and leaves him completely unaware,
you seduce him with your beautiful face and wondrous smile,
like a Black Widow wrapped in the elegance of grace and style.

On the outside you are the answer to every man's dreams,
on the inside there is a dark pit filled with such evil schemes.
A place where poisonous snakes and spiders fear to even tread
and it is hiding in there, where you should have heart instead.

Your actions make even a psychopath seem much more the norm,
as if you were created in the heavenly angels form,
chose to abandon the sanctuary of the golden tower,
then seduced the devil and stole all his evil power.

You patiently seduce men to cheat on even faithful wives,
then unleash your evil torrent destroying all of their lives,
leaving misery and mass destruction there within your wake,
Stealing away their love, faith , and trust; anything you can take.


You lie, you cheat, and  vulnerable hearts of men you steal
and not one pang of guilt or remorse do you ever feel.
Deep down I wonder if you would even hesitate to kill,
how can such evil be so beautiful and yet be real?
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I saw an angel today, it was not what I expected,
I had read about them before in sources well respected.
This was not like they said so it really took me by surprise,
it was not like the books say when they describe or advertise.

I was not looking for one and I did not expect to see
an exquisite angel suddenly appear in front of me.
In a place I had looked before so it never crossed my mind
that this time a wondrous miracle I was about to find.

Such a beautiful sight to see, it causes one to quake
and leaves one with a grand feeling that they never wish to shake.
It was indeed a gorgeous angel of untold charm and grace
right there before my very eyes when I looked upon your face.

How could I have been so foolish, how could have been so blind?
What on earth was so important that it could distract my mind?
Now that I have finally noticed it is so plain to see,
how could I have not noticed an angel right in front of me?

Now that I can see how special you are what am I to do?
How can a mere mortal ever truly hope to be with you?
Do I confess to you and throw myself upon your sweet grace
or sit mesmerized, like I am doing, by your lovely face?
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I am not my mother, nor will I ever be,
but it is amazing that she's so much like me.
I notice she does little things that I will do,
like the way I hum happy songs the whole day through;
it is kind of funny but also rather sad,
but she has always done this, according to Dad

I respect and love Mother and have all my life,
she is a great example of mother and a wife.
Like me she hangs shirts by the tail out on the line,
when everybody says, "By the collars fine."
It's kind of a good thing, I am sure it's not bad;
she has always done this, according to Dad.

The question that I have to ask is "Why would she
start to act so much like me and so suddenly?"
Perhaps she wants me to know that it is okay
that I do these things in a particular way.
But if I were like Mother, would that be so bad?
She is the perfect woman, according to dad.
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It is such an easy thing to do I do suppose,
it's almost natural when we dream upon a rose
to see the wondrous beauty and it's color clear,
to concentrate upon the things that make it so dear.
We overlook the little thing that we call the thorn,
even though it may well cause us to be stuck or torn.
Choosing to pay attention to that which we desire,
even though the consequences may be rude and dire.

Perhaps this is why the rose symbolizes our love,
we look upon it as a gift sent from up above.
A wondrous thing we may have seen and have been told,
such a precious treasure that we wish to have and hold,
forgetting that with love there is always also pain,
thinking only how it lifts us to a higher plane.
The pain may be a subtle one like worry or fears
or be one so bad it can only be said with  tears.

For fear of the thorn do you not touch a gorgeous rose
and are you not still drawn to where this flower grows?
So why would you let the pain of love scare you away?
Handle it so carefully and with it do not play,
take care of it, nurture it like the rose you would do
and what a beautiful gift it will be for you
and brighten your life as nothing else has done before
and the small pain it brings will not matter anymore.
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To have but a single kiss from thee,
what a treasure that would indeed be.
A kiss yes, but it would mean much more,
than any kiss I have had before.

It would mean that you are here,my dear,
and when just the thought that you are near
can cause this old heart to miss a beat,
and your mere sight is such a sweet treat.

To feel the touch of just your soft hand
is almost more than this heart can stand.
That one kiss would make my head reel,
releasing emotions that I feel.

It would mean your healing did begin,
perhaps you will learn to love again,
and that you thought I was worth a try,
trusting I won't abuse or good-bye.

The kiss could indeed say so much more,
meaning we were closer than before;
because at last it could be the start
of you letting me into your heart.

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"Valentines a special day"-something I just don't see,
because everyday you are so special to me.
I do not require some special ordained holiday
to show the world that I am in love with you this way.

How could I ever show you more love on Valentine
when everyday with all my heart for you I pine?
Would it not have been a lie from the very start,
if each day I did not love you with all my heart?

I will give you pretty flowers, and some candy too,
there is not anything that I will not do for you;
but on this day I would like to do one special thing,
I would like to ask if you will wear my wedding ring.
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I knew that you were a child of nature, it was plain to see,
I had no way of ever knowing how it would affect me.
Your golden hair is like a ripe wheat field blowing in the wind,
you have blue eyes like the ocean, seemingly without an end,
skin soft, smooth, and warm as a rose petal in the midday sun;
you are such a wondrous vision that any man it would stun.

Your smile is like the sunrise that is so full of hope and love,
it warms the heart as all are warmed by the sun far up above.
Your laughter is akin to the sweetest birds of early spring
that deliver hope and raise our spirits when their song they sing.
The twinkle in your eyes is like the glowing stars in the night,
filling one with wonderment as they stare with open delight.

Your touch is hot like the searing desert, almost bringing pain
and yet soft and all encompassing, like a warm summer rain.
Your kiss is like being immersed in a warm tropical sea,
it makes a such wondrous feeling come washing up over me.
Your form is exquisite as anything I have ever seen
from mountain top to valley and everything in between.

Your love is more beautiful than even nature does dare,
a heavenly gift sent down, I am hoping for me to share.
Your heart is like the great sun itself, providing me with life,
that is why I am asking now, if you will be my loving wife.
I know that you are a child of nature, it is easy to see,
and I am hoping now that you will spend all your days with me.
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Hesitantly I had set myself to do the task,
successfully the die has been cast, the question ask.
My future hanging on the answer I could now hear,
it is not so much that it is something that I fear,
I think I know the answer, still I'm filled with dread
with wild emotions and some doubt running through my head.

Am I being crazy to think an angel like her
would love somebody like me instead of another?
How could I be so vain to such a grand thing hope for,
I know that she truly does deserve so much more.
Am I being selfish wanting to keep her with me
when perhaps some other might make her more happy?

What is that look upon her face, is it joy or fear?
What is the true meaning behind that one lone tear,
is it heartbreak from the answer she will give to me;
or joy from the thoughts of the future that will be?
Scared as I was the question I was able to ask,
waiting for her response is the hard part of the task.
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Let loose the noble eagle and let him spread his wings to fly,
free the mighty condor and let him take to the open sky,
uncap the majestic falcon and let him take to his wing,
even poor Icarus would not be able to do a thing,
to catch my enlightened heart as above the clouds it does soar;
you make my heart fly to heights not reached by mortal man before.

Look at the great composers, Mozart or perhaps even Bach,
get Pink Floyd or the Rolling Stones and let them make the place rock,
a group of great tenors joining in the famous Greensleeves song,
even with the world's best choirs there to help and sing along,
for never could a more beautiful sound they ever bring
than the pure melodic symphony that you make my heart sing!

You make my heart race wildly and fill me with loving desire.
You give me hope for tomorrow and lift me ever higher.
You make me so much more than I could ever hope be alone,
gentle as a butterfly yet hard as an igneous stone.
Truly you are a miracle sent to me from up above,
a living definition for the word we know as love.