When his son was 8 years old he promised his dad that when his dad became 57 he would give him his dream car, a 57 Chevy Bel-Air. Enjoy.
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Love
Dying More Every Day
I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin
Though you tell me
It’s
A
Sin
My heart keeps me
Going
There
My hands impassioned
In
Your
Hair
I can’t
Fight this
I don’t want to
You’re my
Heart beat
That brings me through
I feel your sighs
Within
My
Ear
Causing tremblings
That
You
Fear
Desires keep finding
Their
Way
Through
All my thoughts
Consumed
By
You
Don’t fight
Give in
We’re meant to be
Don’t my
Last breaths
Tell you what you are to me
I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin
My dreams
Keep drawing
Me
In
How can
You live
Without me
As I
Lie here
Dying more every day
Without you
Your lips upon my skin . . .
Ronovan
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Barely Breathe.
Nights are much too long,
Thinking of you from afar,
I can barely breathe.
Ronovan
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My Sunday Thought: Love Never Fails
What’s Ronovan Write’s favorite subject to write about? Himself. No, although I guess technically it is mostly all about me in some form or fashion. It is my blog after all. Writing? No, not that either. Poetry, nope, try again. Wait, that was three strikes.
I’ll give you a hint.
1 Corinthians 13:8
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
I know many of you guessed it already. Love. Ronovan loves love. Yes, Spring is in the air and all the bunnies are . . . wait, I almost went Warner Brothers cartoon there and it sho’ ain’t Spring up here in the wooly, well here in the South Eastern parts of the United States. My aching joints will testify in court to that. I think my left elbow is about to explode.
Why this verse today? Well, I am writing a book about love. No, seriously. I am actually writing a book on the topic of love. Non fiction and all. And then today I was given this verse to study and share. Not a man for believing in coincidences. Nope.
Basically the verse is saying that everything else we have, all the gifts, talents and even knowledge we have can end, be gone, done, over with, kaput but love will be there. God’s love will be there. Love will be there.
Most of you know my story. Concussion from a fall in my home. Retrograde amnesia, short term memory problems and all of that. I can’t do math to save my life now. Seriously. During the cognitive test I had to take there were times I would just see a math problem and look at the guy and say “nope”. I look at common things at times and have no idea what they are or perhaps how to use them. But I have a hi IQ, so don’t get any ideas.
Looking around I think we need to remember that. I take that love and dish it out. I share it. I give. I like to show the love. “SHOW ME THE LOVIN’!” I think that was really what Cuba Gooding Jr. was asking from Tom Cruise in that movie where he was completed. It wasn’t money. Cuba really wanted someone to commit to him. To show the love.
You know, we go through life and meet people and say “I love you”, “I’m in loooove with you.” Love does not fail. Love never fails. If that feeling, that person falls away, it wasn’t love. Not the love I am speaking of. You can love a friend, but that’s not the love I am speaking of. You can love someone a great deal up to the point of the love I am speaking of and THINK it is the love I am speaking of. People are often fooled by it.
I look at love that way. I love, I love hard. I am as they say, all in. I don’t go half way. I don’t know how.
Love never fails. That’s my Sunday Thought. In this day and age of crazy we need something to hang on to. I choose love. That’s my thought and the message I am sending out. The message I want known. Love never fails. Do you hear me out there? People fail. Love NEVER fails.
Much Love
Ronovan
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I belong . . .
Even though you run
There will always be the truth,
I belong to you
Ronovan
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My Revenge. My Haiku Poetry for Challenge #21.
I view my future,
With a passion never seen,
My revenge is love.
Ronovan
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Remnants
I hunt through these cracks
For remnants of a lost dream
Search the wind that tears.
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I’m So Glad To Find
You make the best of me, from what I used to be
Carrying me though, to a life that is brand new
I don’t want to see, the man that I used to be
Forever in your arms, protected from all harms
Say you’ll never go, that our love is even more than we know
Do you think you will find, another love like ours in all mankind
Take the rest of me, and set me free
I can shine through, because of the love of me by you
Baby you’re the key, to what I am meant to be
Stay here by my side, our worlds meant to collide
Say you’ll never go, that our live is even more than we know
Do you think you will find, another love like ours in all mankind
One step closer to the fall, reach out and save me, make that call
Inside a moment of the last, you make up for my lost past
If I never thought again, all I would need is the touch of your hand
Say you’ll never go
Because our love is more than you know
Say you’ll never go
I’m so glad to find
That I can call
You
Mine
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A beauty so high.
Stoneworth didn’t give a fig about life. As far as he was concerned it could end in a breath and that would be just fine with him. He had lived long enough and life was a bunch of bull. Every step he took he stepped in a big pile of a reminder of it.
“Mr. Stoneworth, may I have your autograph, please,” said the young girl.
Stoneworth looked at the book and pen offered. Gritting his teeth he put on his best fake grin and signed one of his somehow formulaic but popular mysteries. If he thought it all was crap then why did he care if the girl was happy or not? Perhaps he didn’t want it to be all bad, maybe he wanted a sign of something good. Or maybe he wanted to pay bills until the crap buried him.
He left the tip on the table and then the cafe behind. His burger was not even half eaten. It was not a normal bull day.
It was worse. It was like rodeo week and he was the head scooper.
He should have stayed home and eaten the frozen Chinese dinner. It would match the frozen ears he had from the early winter wind. His work was now going to suck the rest of the day and night and he was going to be hungry. Any flow of plot he had was gone. And he had a deadline. Ten days or death would be knocking at his door. Either death or his agent. They looked about the same.
His apartment smelled like burnt hot chocolate, not coffee. He had tried the stuff but couldn’t drink it until it had enough milk, sugar and chocolate syrup in it to taste like hot chocolate. Why waste the time and the money? Just cut out the middle men.
He looked at the wall thermostat and the screwed on lock box. Freaking landlord. 65 degrees. He left his coat on and turned the small electric heater on. He let it oscillate just to have some noise in the place.
Even though he knew his purpose of the day was ruined he sat down at the laptop anyway. The 1 appeared at the top of one tab of the many opened in his browser for research on ancient Central American civilizations. His thoughts improved with hope.
He had mail. The list of songs were long and not quite his usual fare but he listened. She had sent them. He didn’t listen to much music. It caused headaches. But from her, the headaches didn’t happen. They inspired him.
My beauty has given a gift to me
One I don’t often have time to take
It could not be more sweet and dear
Unless the music her own fingers did make
How is one so beautiful
How is she in my life
If by chance life did change
“Stoneworth!”
He looked up at the ghastly form approaching. He stared through it. Why would it not leave him be? The ghost of a past that was no longer his. All he wanted was the now, the reality of what is.
He did not need what was the never was. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands together until his fingers turned white. The music started again in his ears.
“Worthless! Invalid!”
Stoneworth moved his hands to his ears and pressed hard. Forcing the music in. Driving the hate away.
The pain seared through his brain and down his spine. Cackling laughter reached his now unprotected ears. He slowly sank to the floor unable to control his movements. His body arched as spasms began.
Laughter.
Music.
Laughter.
He shut his eyes tight. Focus on her eyes, those brown eyes, focus. The cackling continued. The pain continued. But suddenly he did not care. He felt warmth touch his skin. A smile crossed his face. It didn’t matter. There was a light he could see now for the first time. And music. He was climbing higher and higher. His dream was there, higher than he had ever been before. A beauty like he would never witness again.
**
“What happened?”
“I don’t know officer. I came in when he missed his deadline for a book he was writing and found him.”
“Did you turn that heater on?”
“No officer. It was already going. I moved it away from his face though. It was really close.”
“Well, it looks like a heart attack.”
“He always said that’s how he would go.”
“Well, this looks like another case he solved before he ever got a chance to write it.”
Ronovan
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Truth buried deep within… (A poem)
The truth of it is,
Something you don’t want to know,
Is my love runs deep.
How deep you may ask,
Does it run into this man,
Whose truth is a search?
That truth is a loss,
Of something he cannot find,
Buried dark and deep.
But with truth in love,
I will return to the light,
So deep in us all.
Ronovan~11~19~2014
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I’ll take what you give . . . (A Lyric Poem)
Why do you play a game, When I stay the same,
Don’t you know I am true
If you run away, D0 you plan to stay
I will always want you
Do you
Think I
Don’t know
What
You Do
Never say the the name, I’m not the one to blame
If
You do
We can always lay, if you care to say
I
Love you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I
need you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I
Stay true
I care
I share
I bare
All
For you
For just one more kiss, I will gladly miss
The rest
Of my days
The touch of your skin, Draws me deeper in
I beg
For your ways
I try
I cry
I die
Every day
is new
Please stay
Please say
Please play
With
My heart
I’ll take what you give, As long as you live
Here
In my heart
La la la la la
La la la la la
I need you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I love you
La la la la la
La la la la la
La
La
La
La
I
Need
You
(If you want to know the tune or the beat that went through my mind as I was writing this, listen to the beginning of Wrecking Ball. It’s Miley Cyrus song but I saw the Glee version on Youtube, so avoided her sexual fixation with a sledgehammer. To be honest, it’s a powerful song and performance by her and the girl from Glee. Girl’s got talent, she just chooses to waste it for a few years while she’s young. Below is it. You will get the rhythm eventually. Or stick with what you’ve got.)
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Sharings for you . . .
I live each day a little better because of you.
There are times in my life I die a little, but then you smile.
You never try to be something other than you.
I long so much to spend time with you for just a little while.
There are rivers, forests and a continent between us.
I would walk through them all if I thought the moment was right.
Do my questions, my thoughts, my sharings cause a fuss?
Please tell me now before I continue too much and send you into a flight.
Oh the friendship we have is more than I ever imagined anything could be.
If but for an accident I would not know things or be things or even have seen.
Is there a reason for this irresistible feeling that draws me?All I know is that you are so perfect and so wonderful I call you a queen.
If but for an accident I would not know things or be things or even have seen.
Is there a reason for this irresistible feeling that draws me?All I know is that you are so perfect and so wonderful I call you a queen.
Take these words and do as you will.
Don’t worry because I am simply sharing them here.
I have no intentions of trekking across lands and through hills.
But know that you are the one I hold most dear.
Don’t worry because I am simply sharing them here.
I have no intentions of trekking across lands and through hills.
But know that you are the one I hold most dear.
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Lovers
Wood groaning with stress,
As the intensity builds,
Hold your lover tight.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Sunday Thought: Feed them Love.
For those of you not usually into reading my Sunday Thought, I encourage you to do so today because this one is about an article I read that . . . wow, I can’t even explain how whacked it is. Yes, I said whacked.
I normally use the Word of God for the Sunday Thought but today I am going to at least begin somewhere else. Who knows where it will lead. There will probably be some verses by the end but let’s start off with a bit about the article I read.
Fort Lauderdale, FL. What do you think of when you see those words? Beaches? Yeah. Homeless people? No. People getting arrested for feeding homeless people? No.
Unfortunately those answers are actually all ‘Yeah’.
This past week two pastors and a 90 year old man were arrested for feeding the homeless. Later in the week three more people, including a 17 year old were arrested. The last three might have been partially a protest action but they were still feeding the homeless.
I’ll be fair and give the cities’ response to all of the uproar going on.
“Contrary to reports, the city of Fort Lauderdale is not banning groups from feeding the homeless. We have established an outdoor food distribution ordinance to ensure the health, safety and welfare of our community. The ordinance does not prohibit feeding the homeless; it regulates the activity in order to ensure it is carried out in an appropriate, organized, clean and healthy manner.
While the ordinance regulates outdoor food distribution, it permits indoor food distribution to take place at houses of worship throughout the city. By allowing houses of worship to conduct this activity, the city is actually increasing the number of locations where the homeless can properly receive this service.”
So why am I writing about this? It would seem that from the cities response they have reasonable reasons. I admittedly thought of safety for the homeless if people tried to do things to the food they gave. The 90 year old man had been feeding them for 20 years.
Another thing is, most houses of worship would be open to feeding the homeless already and have a program in place if they wanted to have one. What has really happened is the decrease of locations by LIMITING them. I know my own church used to be the location for a program that fed the hungry and did other things and we also had our own food pantry where the hungry could come and get food. But we now donate to a collective location for people to go to. It does make it more available, perhaps, based on hours they are opened. I don’t really know.
Some homeless cannot go to places for help. Some have illnesses. Some have mental conditions that might make it difficult to be around people or large groups of people or approaching strangers. There is a mistrust, a feeling perhaps at times of not wanting it to be known to a lot of people that they are homeless. If I were homeless I would have problems right now with all of my medical problems walking the length of a football field.
How do these people get help? I guess with the new ordinance they don’t. But they will. How can you keep someone from sharing a meal with another person? “Hey, brother, have a sandwich with me.”
After 20 years, I imagine some of those homeless people consider that 90 year old man as a friend. Can you not eat with a friend? Can you not help a friend?
A verse does come to mind. It’s one even those that have never opened a Bible will know.
39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.
What the city is saying is, we love you but only if you come to a place we designate as a place we can show you we love you. Sorry Mayor, we know you are now homeless but we can’t give you this order of fries from McDonald’s because you aren’t at a designated area.
Yeah, I don’t want the homeless to be sick from bad food. Maybe that is why the ordinance was made or maybe it was created to discourage the homeless in their city. “You can’t get food easy here, so move on to another city that will help you easier cause your presence is discouraging the tourist trade.”
Whatever the reason, the results are not right. Those people are still hungry and there are still plenty to be fed. Unless you want to start running buses around your city, you might want to reconsider your idea.
Well, that’s about all this week. So what’s my Sunday Thought today? I think Jesus said it pretty well. “Love your neighbor as yourself.“
Much Respect, Praying for You All
Ronovan
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Loves Touch
Kisses haunt my lips,
With a quivering loves touch,
Release my pleasure.
(the third of my haiku for my prompt challenge words haunt & release, screams pain, scent of fear)
Ronovan
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Never Gonna Be Like That
Took a walk through the park
What I saw nearly broke my heart
You were there with another lover
You smiled at me, no undercover
What game have you been playin’
What have you been whisperin’ sayin’
Do you want to see me dyin’
Do you expect to see me cryin’
Never gonna be like that
No not like that
Even for you oh no not like that
Never like that oh no oh no
I keep moving on and say
Never gonna be like that
No not like that
Even for you oh no not like that
Never like that oh no oh no
You wanted to find it elsewhere
It’s funny but I don’t seem to care
There’ll be no fightin’ from me
You picked your bed, I’ll let it be
If you choose some other to hold tight
Then what makes you think you’re worth a fight
Sorry to burst your bubble
But if you’re wantin’ from me some trouble
Never gonna be like that
No not like that
Even for you oh no not like that
Never like that oh no oh no
I keep moving on and say
Never gonna be like that
No not like that
Even for you oh no not like that
Never like that oh no oh no
Never gonna be
Never gonna be
Never gonna be
Like that
No
Never
No
Oh
No
Ronovan
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Soul Lives
Flipping through the lines of lives every day, I have to say
Where are the regrets to be had
By the officially clad
Shining lives
Spinning knives
What do we need
You and me
Is there so much hurt
In the universe
That we can’t be
In unity
We strive
Soul lives
Soul lives
Soul lives
Soul lives
There’s travesty
In their majesty
Battle lines
Over conscious minds
Why does it mean
No more obscene
Draw the fire
With one soul liar
Soul lives
Soul lives
Soul lives
Soul lives
It matters not what we know . . . but what we’re told . . . no no no NO
Our lives, revives, Soul lives, yes what we know . . . is more–than–we–hold
Be beautiful in the moment, every day, be what you say, no no no . . . no don’t–no never give way
Soul lives
Soul lives
The travesty, of your majesty, your arrogance, of your extravagance, of your dominance no no no NO
Soul dies
Soul dies
But I don’t give . . . my Soul Lives
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Look what you’ve done to me, oh oh.
Look what you’ve done to me, oh oh.
(A lyric poem-I know there have been a few lately, but I have these songs going through my head. If I could only write music or play an instrument.)
Ahh Tell you I see you now, clearly in . . . my . . . eyes, for the very . . . first . . . time.
Can’t seem to find . . . my . . . rest cause now I’ve come . . . to know the best, oh oh.
Oh, what have you done to me.
Thrillin’ to my knees, with your hummin’ melodies.
Oh!
What you’ve done to me.
I can’t stop it.
I can’t drop it.
I just gotta know once again and again.
Tell me it’s okay, it’s not sin.
All my thoughts are crazy. Don’t know where to begin.
Look what you’ve done . . . to . . . me, oh oh.
I once was man who could stand,
But now you’ve got me,
Got me on my knees, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Done to me.
Done to me.
Got me on my knees beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Oh no! I don’t want it to end no no, oh no.
Never gonna stop, never gonna drop.
Gonna keep goin’ until this freakin’ world bangs bang to an end
Blows up, and carries us away.
Look what you’ve done . . . to . . . me, oh oh.
I once was man who could stand,
But now you’ve got me,
Got me on my knees, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Done to me.
Done to me.
Got me on my knees beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Please
Please
Don’t get me wrong, no no . . . oh no.
There is no wasted time, I’m glad to be a man, even when I can’t stand.
I love it when you got me beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please. Yeah!
I so want to lose control and let the lovin’ flow, oh oh.
Look what you’ve done . . . to . . . me, oh oh.
I once was man who could stand,
But now you’ve got me,
Got me on my knees, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Done to me.
Done to me.
Got me on my knees beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ please.
Please
Please
Oh
Please
Oh
Please
.
.
.
Beggin’
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Only lessons.
Only Lessons (A Lyric Poem)
It hurts sometimes.
I never knew that love was to be this way, just a tool.
Fairy tales and wedding veils are only meant for a fool.
Oh no, only for a fool.
I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? Oh my.
I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? My my.
No answers, no questions, no reasons, only lessons
My, my, oh my, my
We’ve shared our selves.
We’ve made love like Hell, and had a good time as well.
Would’ve thought that would make a chance, for that one time first dance.
No, not a dance this time.
I gave you my life.
You took it without a question, taking all of my affection.
I guess that meant more to me, than maybe you thought it should be.
Not what it should be.
I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? Oh my.
I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? My my.
No answers, no questions, no reasons, only lessons
My, my, oh my, my
My, my, my oh my ring doesn’t fit your finger any longer.
This has turned into more than you thought, my love s0 much stronger.
I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? Oh my.
I asked, Will you marry me? Would you be? Can’t you see? My my.
No answers, no questions, no reasons, only lessons.
My, my, oh my, my
No answers . . . no questions . . . no reasons . . . only lessons . . . my, my . . . oh my, my
No reasons . . . only lessons . . . my my.
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