Yeah!

Wasn't sure at first

Is it really?

Can't be. 

Or can it?

Want every minute

Think every second 

Somehow 

It happened. 

It snuck up

Like a fox

Grabbed a hold

And won't let go 

What's left to do?

Enjoy the ride?

Hope it's a ride

For two. 

Summer Nights

Summer lovin'
Summer nights
Are they one in the same?

My heart 
Still skips a beat
At the sound of your name

Summer lovin'
Summer nights
Where are you?

I've been waiting
And aching
To know what to do.

Summer lovin'
Summer nights
You left me alone.

I'm a little bit stronger
I can breathe
On my own.

Summer lovin'
Summer nights
You are coming again.

I'm ready for you
With fun, sun,
And my friends.

Watched Pot

Boiling over

No place to go

Can't touch the fire

Might get burned

Heart beats

A mile a minute

Waiting on you 

To finally say it

Speak those words 

I want to hear

I'll speak them back

Far or near

Happy smiles

Long goodbyes

Make it real

We have the time 

The Wave

Get on your board
Prepare for the ride
Relax and stand
Feel the glide

Don't crash too soon
Or be left behind
Take it to the shore
Ease in and slide

The Fosters

I have a lot of love. . . for people, things, entertainment, sports, and life.  I say that first because, I'm about to talk about my selfishness.  I don't have children, which is a good thing.  I like that I only have to care about myself.  That the consequences of my life mainly only affect me.  Yes, that is a little selfish of me.  Too often I have to tell people they need to make a choice - Be a parent or be selfish (for lack of a better description).  Selfish choices can include choosing to be a drug addict, young 20-something, wife, girlfriend, streetwalker, and the like.  

The difference between me and them is that I chose to be selfish, without having a child.  My choice does not leave a child or group of children motherless or fatherless.  If I had a child, there is no doubt that I would make the other choice.  I would choose to be a parent.  Parents are not perfect.  They make mistakes, forget dates, and sometimes yell too loud.  But they are there.  They love, provide, care, and will do anything to protect their children.  

Often how a person parents influences their children's later relational abilities or inabilities.  The men I date or will date have already been raised by their parents.  Hopefully.  However, for the future daters of the world, please make the choice sooner rather than later.  Either don't have children, give them up for adoption, or BE PARENTS. Thanks and much love from The Windy.

Pinky and the Brain

The wrong word

Spoken to the wrong person

Can hurt the most

The wrong look

At the wrong time

Can hurt the most

The little lie

At the worst time

Can hurt the most

The silent slight

In open space

Does hurt the most

Without You

Finally

Finally passing
Finally moved
From the forefront
To a corner instead

Almost gone
But not quite
Watching and waiting
With minor fright

Without you