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About the Author
While He started working at an early age, His love for writing never faded through high school, a stint in the Army, and owning his own businesses. To this day, he still writes what he calls thoughts on scraps of paper.
Unfortunately, after 45 years or so of writing, all was lost in a fire. So he began again and recently He started sharing His poetry on social media so it would never be lost again. He received rave reviews!
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My Dragons carried me and all my mystical friends to faraway Worlds
So that life and fairy tales could begin.
When we have to go, they say all the magic has died away but we always leave a trail of fairy dust behind
So the magic never really dies
SITTING ON THE RIVERBANK BEHIND CENTRALS CAMPUS. WONDERING WHAT WOULD BE DIFFERENT ONLY "IF".
I WAS NEVER QUITE THE ?T IN TYPE. ALWAYS TRYING TO DO WHAT WAS EXPECTED SO I WOULD FIT. I NEVER REALLY LIKE SPORTS BUT PLAYED. I LIKED BOOKS AND WRITING. I PLAYED A VERY CONVINCING FOOL BUT I WAS ONLY FOOLING MYSELF. I USED TO LEAVE NOTES AND POEMS AROUND THE SCHOOL JUST TO WATCH THE OTHER STUDENTS AND TEACHERS READING THEM.
I NEVER SIGNED ANYTHING, I HAD THE PERFECT DISGUISE. THEY WOULD'VE NEVER GUESSED IT WAS ME ...
My sons ask me what's up with flowers?
Growing up spending time with my Grandmother I had to help her dig up the flowers in the fall. She would store them in the basement, nurturing them all winter long and in the spring, we would replant them.
After I was older and Grandma was gone, my philosophy was "if it grows, it mows"!
Years have passed and I have watched my mother labor every day growing flowers to make bouquets. Her and my girlfriend were always talking about gardening. Now we have several gardens around the house I share with Grandma and my Mother. It is not about flowers being girly. It is the daily adventure of walking around to see what has come to life, what has bloomed! Life is about seeing and feeling the beauty of pretty things.
Memories of Bedtime stories are the greatest gifts of Love one can give!
They open our Hearts and minds, to carry us off to Magical places of fairy tales and Great adventures!
With the Love from your heart to Another!
All my Love to my Girls, Grandpa R. Waters
The sun felt so cold as I laid by your side on the ground that day.
My arm laying over you, your bed is turning brown though the trees are so full of color this time of year. Your stone is looking so baron with nothing to adorn your name. Just wanted you to know how much I love and miss you on this beautiful Autumn day Mom ...
Momma I'm back
Sorry I've been gone for so long
My heart has been heavy
Not sure what to do without you to talk to
I have been deep inside oppressed from the outside
It has taken me to my knees
Crawling around in this obis of Hell
I will never go back I promise
With the love of your son
For the lifetime they had together was spent kissing in this chair.
He would watch the sunrise and would kiss her good morning.
She would watch the sunset and kiss him goodnight.
One morning she was not there.
When the sun rose that morning he kissed a flower and laid it on her chair.
Waiting on the sun to set, He cried for she would not be there to kiss him goodnight.
He could see the moon breaking through the clouds as it was beginning to rise. A lone turtle dove landed on that old chair. It took the flower he had laid for her as it began to rain. He smiled for He knew that his lifetime love had just given him a thousand kisses that day. Now every time it rains he kisses a flower and lets it float away.
She was holding a chocolate kiss in her hand
She asked if I would like one
I moved her hand as I spun her around
And I kissed that Girl
As I walked away, the chocolate was melted
As was her Heart!
How he loved to kiss her every moment of every day.
Stopping to pick flowers from the side of the road or even someones yard, just to get a kiss.
He loved the way she was affectionate in public with her passionate kisses, telling the world that he was her man!
He loved grabbing her firm bottom so there was no doubt she belonged to him.
She always had the biggest smile in the room
and to think, it all started with just one kiss!
THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY THEY MOVED
ALWAYS LOOKING EACH OTHER IN THE EYE
HER BEAUTY SO REFINED
HOW IT WAS ALWAYS DEFINING HIS
THEY WERE MORE THAN JUST PARTNERS
FOR THEY FLOWED AS ONE
Staring at her finger wondering how it all went so wrong.
Why she said no To the only man that really ever loved her.
She was focused on a career and men of power.
She became a plaything to a lavish lifestyle.
With playboys passing her around.
Today she discovered that the man who was so in love with her had amassed a small fortune from Romance Novels ...
Her desire to love was unmatched by any woman The one she desired most only wanted affection He had lost his desire to love her ...
She had spent the whole day thinking and planning a fine dinner with wine. Fascinating about that first reaction, his touch, tasting of the fruit and wine on each other's lips. Deep moans while ravaging the flesh. He stands there for a moment trying to take it all in. The effort she had exerted. His voice was trembling with disappointment when he said, get dressed we really need to go to town ...
Mental frustration is having a million things in your mind. While having no way to let it all out at once or ink to write any of it down ...
Serenity of waterfalls can calm the beast in every man
He was a fortunate man, he had it all fancy house, money, cars! He made his life living by the night. It was a lonely world he lived in. Spending every night under the moon and stars speaking love spells into his empty heart. He answered a newspaper ad, call this number I promise you a forever love. Little did he know she was a Lady of the Night. His empty heart cost him his life ...
I cannot hide my desire for you any longer.
No more excuses will do.
My feelings for you I can no longer keep at bay.
You never leave my mind.
My body aches as it craves yours.
I MUST taste your lips.
Oh how my fingers long to trace the curve of your spine.
How I crave your scent.
To look in your eyes and tingle your toes.
I will no longer live life in shame not knowing if you feel the same ...
When a man lets you shave him with a razor that trust has no boundary's.
Everything in his world is yours at that moment.
The intense focus in your eyes and delicate touch is one of life's most erotic sensations ...
No one understands the magic she possesses when I give her all I have.
She just looks at me with disgust.
I sit here wanting to but I can't even bark.
She has that voodoo magic.
It is so to her delight as she laughs making me her dog!
She held the only key that could ever unlock my heart ...
She has spent a lifetime looking in mirrors
trying to find the one that is forgiving
All she ever sees are the things she considers
flaws and imperfections
So she spends countless hours trying to hide her real beauty with clothes and makeup
There is a natural beauty in all women
It starts with how willing you are to giving your heart away
She is in love with a writer. Never knowing if it is about her or not. She lives in his messy world full of tears and sadness. While the tears of happiness are the ones that rip her heart out. When she reads his words, they burn her soul as if she is living in hell ?re gasping from the heat, not being able to breathe as the air burns away. She can't stop from reading his writings.
They will be the death of her.
Now that I'm dead inside She tries every day to love me. Always taking care of my every need Suffering from a lack of my attention.
She's never happy always sad. I love her deadly pain she inflicts on me
Living with her pain is my burden to bare Shall no other man suffer from her despair
With her scent of sadness and cigarettes Burning deep in my soul
my breath I can't breathe
She is the product of my infernal heart
My romance of illusion Devilish eroticism
Written notes of love on unbounded parchments
Promises never kept
We live in the obituaries of love lost
Now that I'm dead inside ... R. Waters
Excerpted from "Notes of a Bearded Bad@$s"
Copyright © 2018 Rick Waters.
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