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"Writing is a hard and cruel mistress. You awake to write, you live to write, you forget time..yet it flies away...the terror of the blank page..worse... the blank mind... in a plot that surely cannot work."










Love Note For You;
I crave the swaying of your musical notes
Through sweet love you’ve captured my soul
Together harmonious love moves our core
Come take what is yours tonight my love
where needs and wants are face to face
Till together tonight on musical sheets

Come dance in my heart, sing songs in my mind
I warn you I’ll capture your love and your heart
True tender music to pleasure dreams you’ll find
You’ll want peaceful dancing swaying your heart
Music embedded irresistible sweet loving kind
Till then I’ll count blessings I’ve found your love
























"O love! O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips; as sunlight drinketh dew."








I'm glad you've decided to visit my happy home on the net! If you like your erotic romances with bite, you've come to the right place





I AM A CITIZEN OF THE WORLD INDEED!
I HAVE CROSSED ALL NATIONAL BOUNDARIES THAT UNFORTUNATELY DIVIDE THE HUMAN RACE AND CAUSE ALL KINDS OF MISERIES.







I am a visual artist as well as a writer. I started writing as a way of approaching the spiritual through an act of creation. Finding the higher power is like trying to find the perfect line – spiritual perfection can be attempted, surrounded, sketched and stroked, almost never achieved; but the central truth – the perfect line – can be suggested to the imagination. Like the core of a poetic metaphor, the truth, the line, is revealed. I wish to take my ideas to a further conceptual plane – to develop a system of visual symbolism and to refine my rough technique to a point from which I can execute the full range of work from my imagination and observations of the world. I want to find a way to balance the representational observed with the abstract imagined, to explore the alternate realities reflected in the poem. The desire to write had laid dormant to emerge in a burst of emotion of my sorrow for loss and great joy of a chance at starting a new life.
Time has become my friend; and not many days go by when I am not "banging out" something on my keyboard. I have been one of the few who has been lucky enough to find a synergy partner to share and encourage my writing.a professional writer herself in the technical world. Our friendship has no limits, for we shared a deep synergy of spirit in common. she was one of a few who there for me in my hour of need.
I recently think to publish a collection of short stories I have written over the years.

I writes in both English,Arabic and French, my three ‘mother tongues’. I speak five languages fluently and have a vernacular and/or reading knowledge of three other languages, in this order: English, French, Italian (my 'paternal' tongue), Spanish, German, Swahili, Portuguese and Dutch.

I was born in Kenya and grew up in Uganda, Central and Southern Africa (Uganda,Kenya and Zimbabwe, the land of mother). I then left Africa for the United States and graduated from New York University (majoring in Economics and studying Psychology.
Africa is a beautiful, albeit harsh continent. It has provided me with much inspiration for my poetry and in my writing. Although my poetry is not limited to one genre or specific style, I have written much about romantic and sensual issues in the hope of raising awareness to the lack of truth and honesty.




I subsequently moved to Middle East where my father (FrancoArab) settled with the family and worked there in the latter's import-export business,and international trading.I have travelled to more than 65 countries around the world.Thanks to my father.


I continue to create because writing is a labour of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.

Poetry is a reflection of the human soul

Take my hand,
walk with me,
share my dreams,
but never be afraid
to live yours! ...









The love of words and the English language, has been ever present. The idea of stringing words together which will form beauty, that the eyes, mind, heart and soul can savour and feast upon, is poetry within poetry.

We should all understand that in life, disappointments and situations will test our strength of character. We require knowledge and the courage of our convictions to hold our heads high, and show the world, that we can still smile and succeed through adversities. We can't change who we are, we should never seek to do so, but rather, always remember to be open and receptive ...
































Was diving off of Grand Turk and took this picture of a Sting Ray. Turned out quite interesting.....
These creatures are true poetry in motion





















Single..
Sports;-
I Enjoy football,horseriding,Swimming,sailing.
Hobbies;-
Reading,Reading,Reading.
Music;-
I Listen to anything,depending on the moods what request.
No Drinks,Neither Smoke.
I am picky, a bit spoiled and refuse to settle for anything less than what makes me 101% happy. Ok, So maybe I am a little more than a [ Bit ] spoiled. I am very independent and when I want something, I have the determination to make it happen.




































"For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking taking reason to live."









I am the Poet so I tear highways out of the ground, I rip buildings out of the earth and throw them at God, I plunge my hands into your flesh and pull the human race out of your corpse, I tear poetry out of my mind and I fling poetry at the heavens and the heavens collapse with rampaging earthquakes, ---------------------------------------------------------------------------censored---------------------------------------------------------------------------------, I am the Poet and I impregnate all your wives and thus the entire human race becomes poets and sculptores and painters, and -------------------------------------censored---------------------------, I throw all the planets into orbit - I throw the earth around the sun with my curveball, I throw all the stars into the sky and then I grab all the stars into my hands and I break them and all the stars fall over the cities, I throw industry and railroads and highways across the planet, and I grab the continents and I mo!ve them because I am the Poet...























HAIKU OFFERING TO MY FELLOW



a scathing review
should not cast you in a trance
tho your blood cries out


are you stuck with words?
then string them around your neck
they will set you free


whatever they say
remember Kipling's advice
about self-control


a drop of honey
a taste of eternity
wrapped in syllables


thanks to the haiku
you can recreate the world
or leave not a trace


before man could speak
he knew poetry
by intuition


foreign relations
is the language one uses
when love has no place


like ships in the night
like clouds shredding in the blue
like your closing heart


the boat is sinking
but who thinks of the havoc
wrought in the ocean


travel to the stars
with your bag of memories
and earth's illusions


in desperation
let dreams carry you away
they'll color your pain
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I reserve the right to remove any person from my list that does not fit or breaks any of the rules
WITHOUT warning.



Do you have what it takes to --


Leave me breathless!


Leave me sighing!


Set my screen of fire!






Ready...








set...








GO!




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There's just got to be more than meets the eye, because sometimes the eye is closed. I don't rant much, but I do rant. I don't talk about my personal activities, but I do talk about private things. I wish I wrote more, though I tend to write dense. I want to be read and commented upon, and I want to read and comment.