Florence

Blonde is her hair, her eyes like precious stones that have yet to be worn. As she walks across the room the light followers her as she arrives to her final destination.

AMOUR

That night I walked in with a bit of a stumble but all yet so graceful ! Your eyes caught mine and I knew that this was the beginning of the end. I may have met my match with your smile and eyes that challenge my stare of curiousness. You ask me my name and I respond only to learn later that we met before. My coldness of winter left you unprepared for my response. This time our meeting was southern winds with northern kool. I sat down and you decided to follow only to say that you would return. Minutes passed and once again you reappeared to prepare the groundwork for yet a continued stance. As the time darkend you asked me to escort you to another room. The songs played as you did your dance and showed your wares, as the songs came to an end I hurriedly left to say I would come again, I did and now the rest has unfolded. Your charm of looks and physique wane with time as I stay away until your gone and then once again you return but I am there in my sleep. I feel your phsique on mine as you decide that I am yours, I stay until you fall asleep and then undue my physical being from you. The rise of the sun awakens me and I leave for work once again. I lose my time with Florence as to pass the time from you only to return hoping you're not there . I get along without you very well AMOUR.

Demon Seed, Spinning Schemes

Mefiance, is the word that I carry on my shoulder. I cannot trust you , don't say another word. You should be happy that I am giving you another chance. I am warning you get rid of those losers or it will costs you ! Your beauty is a fleet of a moment of a flash , I cannot remember the look of love, is that a glint in your eye ? Wipe that smirk of your face! You think that I am like a coat, you can put on when you need to and then put it back in the closet when your done. Your ways of seduction is wanning as I realize that you are just another suitor. Ah how I become immune to your words of convience , confident that you are to try again. I shall not ask for any more but I will not settle for any less ! What you bring to the table of conversation is but words that have lost there panache . Your level of credibility is below sea level. If you do not change you will need a life saver. I get along without you very well thinking of you when I have nothing better to do ! I thought I could trust you, that was your strong point. I don't play games where love is concerned. Allusion I apologize for taking advantage of our friendship , you saw it all and I would not listen. Your veil of hidden agendas has been raised Demon Seed Spinning schemes.

Go Bleu Blanc Rouge

The Ice awaits the moment of the end, for there will be a vainquer to-night. The teams prepare to do battle as the crowd begins to arrive. The nervousness of each player is felt as they follow in a line to touch the Ice. The lines have been drawn as the skates trace their identity of each player.The songs have been sung, the hands have clapped and the voices bellow with cheer. The music from the Organ penetrates the hollow walls of the arena. Each player takes his turn to leave his mark as the Bleu Blanc Rouge seems to cover the Ice as the Net tenders stand on guard for them. The sticks seem to draw aerial designs in the air like modern sculptures. As the skates cut into the Ice they leave there sketches on the surface. Watching the players skate is like a choreagraphie of modern dance. The outcome is yet to be known but there will be a victor, celebrations will reign until the next battle and the defeated shall have to wait for another day , another time. Go Bleu Blanc Rouge.

Spring is In the Air,Magic everywhere.

The trees are preparing their first statements of colour as the birds practice their vocals to announce the arrival of Spring. The sky paints a streak across the way for all to see. Just a dream, or is it a fantasy. My dreams are true as I believe they do. With anticipation I welcome all that there is to see. You and me are meant to be as the moon glows so bright and the shadow of our smiles light up the night. Love stretches its hands across the way finding suitors that may be of reason and desire. The hidden allure of you initates the awakening of quite murmurs. The dream of you is a dream come true. Am I fool to want you and all that you bring. I know that I walk too fast , the nights I drive too fast, we do laugh a lot.There are times that I want you too leave,I could say no but I cannot explain. I am thinking I will never let you go and that seems beautiful I know the wonder of it all. Ah in the crowd of the maddening I hear your voice.Spring is In the Air, Magic everywhere.

Susan et Raymond

The meaning of Friendship is what we are all about. Our chosen family that is a testament to all of us who exist on this earth. Many are present but few are those who leave an everlasting touch. Susan and Raymond came into my life as guests and left as dear friends that elevated to a member of my family, the chosen ones. Every smile and laughter was always genuine, her eyes would light up as she told a story, and we would all laugh and Raymond would be by her side as we would share our histories of travel, pets and our next adventure. Susan would immediately make you feel a part of the story and include you as a major actor. Habits are made to be broken but every visit was more than that,, a welcome warmth that was felt throughout Bonaparte. They both kept their child like spirit of being spontaneous and adventurous. We would ask when was their next voyage going to be elated as if just maybe we could find the time to go along. Susan et Raymond have left their mark on us for toujours. An emptiness has taken place as she has decided to take another trip, this time without us ,, but her presence is entirely there. Melancoly is at the door waiting to be invited. I continue to live as Susan would want and I continue to testify of her good works and say merci to Raymond for having shared a person of such high calibre. We shall never forget about the sincerity and human kindness of Susan. The Angels above have sounded the trumpets to announce the coronation of yet another special person Susan. Ladies and gentleman , Montréal and I raise my glass to Susan et Raymond.

Vert is the colour of your eyes

The first time was then as your smile asked to be discovered. I turned away only but to feel your eyes on mine. Vert is the colour of your eyes. The nature of the sensation is about to blossom as the winds carry your message of want. You ask me the question of your answer that you already know. I await impatiently of the photos of your existence torso nu. The words that we share prepare the meeting of the physical, as you count the time passed and what lies ahead­. The writing of your words leaves a hushed moment for a stamp that awaits the letter to send. You say "Do not be Afraid" The anticipation is grand as I can only imagine what lies aHEAD. The Babyboy replies after a letter of tardiness arrives, the belated birthday card sent by Michael refused by the authorities. Vert is the colour of your eyes. "Tell me what you like" you say, I dance from the floor as the music penetrates my body , I imagine you hiding behind the bush so to speak as I turn your every word upside down.My eyes once again analize each live picture you show me. I raise the curtain as you take the stage to show me all, my eyes rivet at your nakedness as the reflection of your shadow glimmers across my black attire. I think and feel of every movement that you make and I ask you not to stop. A rush of energy surges as we both come. Vert is the colour of your eyes.