Tattoo on my heart.

Soothe my skin with your touch
make me laugh
bathe me with your loving eye
till i stop asking why?
plant tiny kisses on my body
rid me of all worry.

Make my heart leap for you
keep me waiting
let me yearn for more
touch me, deep in my core
let me listen to your heart
let me hear your most silent whisper
let me in

make me wonder
make my heart surrender
make me yours,
tattoo on my heart
that love that lives on for ever.

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ray's attic: encouraged.

ray's attic: encouraged.: "Ask courage what a cowardly dog he is, why he crouches when i approach, gives that secret smile when he wants me to touch. not speaking ..."

encouraged.

Ask courage what a cowardly dog he is,
why he crouches when i approach,
gives that secret smile
when he wants me to touch.
not speaking a single word
just smilling with every word
all the way to my heart.

what a coward he is,
granting my every wish.
risking my whims to get that kiss.
licking my wounds
yet making me stoop- down
to his level
i, his master and he…

the coward he is
majestic in his stride,
though slave by my side
confident in his cowardise
his dance to break the ice
elegant, smooth…well,…
thats my price.

the coward!
for loyalty he gains his name
courage!
he, the source of my courage
to love.
he is a coward, for he is
in love.

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FOREVER WITH YOU

true as you hear,
the heart grows fonder.
wish you were here,
so i would not wonder.
you would hear
my heart surrender

so close, my dear
though the oceans divide.
as the stars bless our night
i will be near.
be silent, my dear
wait for the night to bring the cheer

listen, my dear
for the wind,my voice it carries
my touch will carress
your skin with each gush.
close your eyes my dear,
stare into mine, the moon be your guide.

Poems from Kenya: In the beginning

you all must read this

Poems from Kenya: In the beginning

song of the heart.

There’s a voice in every soul,

A song in every heart,

A song of hurt

A voice of comfort

Even the broken sing

The voice breaks the hurt

Changes it into…

Laughter and joy

In me,

The song is dead

The voice, tired

Of catering for my hurt

In spite of all silence,

My song and voice lie elsewhere

In ones hands

Hands of gold

Hands with a golden touch,

Hands of precious love

Hands of tender care

Hands of a friend.

Always there,

To lift my falling bones,

Guiding my weariness through the valley

Healing my wounds

Your touch, tender love,

Shoulder I lean on

Shows your true self,

Friend!!

this is a peak into the stuff i wrote back in the day. hope you enjoy this!!! 

holiday blues

holiday blues, family glue! well, its the holidays that connect the family together. if they weren't here would  be no sharing, caring and what not! the time is here again but its end is also near. enjoy this year and lets meet next year when the blues have set in and we all don' want to go to school or work. with jingle bells still ringing in our ears.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS.
LUV RAY.