I know most guys want only one thing from a woman...
Not me. I want everything. I want the ups, the downs, the good parts, and the bad parts too... And yes, the intimacy as well. But it isn't everything to me as it is with most men. Companionship and friendship are tops with me - the rest - good and bad is just a bonus of being important in someones life..
I guess it matters to me - being important in someones' life... important enough for them to want to share intimate details and listen to the things that are bothering her. Not just what I can get from a relationship.
I want to run off & go pick a few wildflowers for a woman - make her feel like a lady.
I want to listen about her day, & the way she feels on certain things.
I want to dance until we're tired... I want to make her breakfast in bed!
I want to do it all - side by side - as equals - as friends - as everything..
Lonely whispers fill my heart, when empty dreams tear it apart. I watch the pieces fly off and scatter... Pretending all the while that it doesn't matter.. I smile again, it's a thin disguise. Friends see through it, they are so wise. We pick up the pieces and begin again. They see my pain, when I've hidden it from them. It's in my eyes, my private hell, I've seen it before. I know it all too well..
There's a song in my soul - that's who I am. When I forget the words, as I often do; Whispers sing it back to end those blues. It's in my head that I want too much, because it seems it's only for the young and such. But my heart says love has no limits, no reasons, nor rhyme. That's why I keep on going, time after time..
There's a bucket of desire deep inside. It's there to remind that dreams don't subside.. It lets me see how futile they seem, when the bucket is full of broken dreams. But when the bucket seems empty, and things seem right, Whispers are there to keep me from flight.. Always wanting what doesn't want back, always aware of that fact.. Not even knowing what is next, I just keep on going and skip the rest. A friendly minstrel in a pat handed world, looking for something that may never unfurl. I dream and wonder if it'll ever end, I don't even notice I'm on the losing end.. Because I have one thing not many can say.. I have some true blue friends in every way..
There's a place where lonely hearts go to hide.. It isn't that near but it it's never too far - its deep down inside.. When I visit that place, and the exit seems far, the tale's on my face and things seem hard.. Whispers are there to guide me home. To warm me up when I'm cold & alone. And when I'm feeling like nothing is right; and the cold's on my face and I'm all alone. It's because there's no more answers left in sight & I'm still on my own tonight..
It's at those times when I listen to the wind. And hope for the whispers of a sweet friend..
Man, I KNOW I wasn't that bad when I was 18. My lovely daughter was screaming at the top of her lungs at me yesterday because I didn't feel like doing the dishes she ordered me to do. Mind you, I made breakfast an hour before for the both of us, and dinner the night before for me, her, and her brother...( Collapse )
Going to West Virginny!! I'll be gone from Friday - Sunday to see Mosie and the gang - Deep Space Six is going to be there. A nice & not-too-quiet getaway...
I've kept a journal all my life. It goes back to 8 years old - I still have tons of binders, (though mostly damaged) which detail most every last boring, or exciting, dreary, or excruciating scenes in my life...
"It will make a nice fire someday" I said when I was 22. Damned if my fuckin house didn't burn down in 2001 - one month after 911 btw... It made a nice warm fire, for sure... I was already using a computer to keep things organized by then, but lost a hell of a lot of boring shit though. A few exciting pages here and there, but... not that much, as usual.
And I don't even really know why I kept it up. It's usually pretty fucking boring or stupid, but I did it anyway. I haven't added much in the past couple years due to one dumb reason or another, but that's just it - I asked myself why I was still doing this, and I got stuck thinking about that.
Man, oh man, I'm 2 times older than almost everyone here in lj land. I'm a friggin dinosaur. Who really wants to know how a friggin dinosaur is doing? I don't even think I'M interested in me anymore...
I guess its a poll to see whether anyone out there really gives a shit about an old dinosaur...
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