Oh to dream. . . .

When I look into your eyes I get so lost
I need to be with you no matter the cost

I realize people would say I’ve lost my mind
But meeting you has left me in such a bind

You’re not mine and I realize that
But I’m drawn closer every time we chat

You touching my hand gives me such a feeling
I can’t help it but I am dealing

Why did you say hello to me that day in May?
Why did you have to hug me in such a provocative way?

I know it’s an impossibility and only a dream
But my body longs for you, I want to scream

I think it best if I avoid you right now
I must fight these urges! I must somehow!

I hope you enjoyed reading this blog post. Share, comment and like if you do. May you have a grand day. Hugs from Brooklyn.
Guady G

It’s never to late.


Young Paul used to love scribbling on the wall. But his parents didn’t want him to do it at all. It still echoes in his ear “Stop messing up the wall! Stop it Paul!”

Paul grew up and he never learned to read or write. Perhaps out of spite. It pissed off his parents that he refused to learn. But how could he when being creative is all he yearned?

When he was one the wall was his paper. Now at 31 he was a mere gum scraper. Paul got married and had a son but his wife was soon killed by a gun.

Paul became depressed and easily angered. One day his 2 yr old son took a marker to the wall. Paul grabbed the belt yelling “Stop! You shouln’t have done that at all!”

He then remembered his writing on the wall, his parents and his life overall. His anger eased as he picked up his son. He couldn’t be like his parents, he would be fun.

He then took the magic marker and scribbled on the same wall. He stood up straight and in tears said “I can learn to write on this wall”. This is My wall and my name is Paul!

With love Guady G

It’s never too late to change one’s behavior and reactions. Our children have their own dreams. Let’s help them flourish and not hinder them. Thank you for reading.

No More!

Leave me alone!
I won’t let you take me
Shake me
Break me

So GO join the dirty spoon and sharp knife

You darn misshapen fork!

Oh, if food could speak!

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Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G