Epitome of man

Epitome of man
God made you fine
I know I may not know you
But I sure wish you were mine

Epitome of man standing tall
Your shadow taking form against the wall
Being with you doesn’t seem wrong at all.

Epitome of man
Epitome of man

Come touch my hand
Come kiss me slow
Come be my man and I’ll let go.

This poem was written by me in college. Is there such a person out there? Someone perfect? We all have faults and imperfections. I think it’s more about finding someone that is perfect for us. I’m happy I’ve found that person. It’s been a journey but worth the wait.

With all my love
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

To Be Present Is A Present

Tear upon tear
A kaleidoscope
Collection of my fears
Surmountable over the years

You with your gentle touch
A mere memory now forgotten
Your kind words an echo
In the distance

Today I’m in my present
In the know
In the now

With all my love,
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Lost


Lost
In a maze

No focus
No direction

No sight
Only fright

Who are you to beseech all of me?

You are zero!
Not the one!
You’re not the hero!
You’re not the sun!

I will walk out of the shadows!
I am alive! I am me!

Guady G

Strange ain’t it?

Do you get it? Sometimes as writers we pour our hearts and soul into our writing and get no likes. Then other times we just write for the heck of it and everyone loves it. Does it make you wonder? Do you ponder about it?

We check stats and there are readers everyday of our material. So the question remains. Do we write because we are passionate about it or simply to be liked? Do we have a message we want to convey? Is it a popularity contest? Who are we competing against? Hmm just more questions. Anyone have any answers? Why do you write? I’m interested.

I write because when I was 9 years old I discovered that I could put my feelings in a poem. It was cathartic. I loved rhyming and it was fun too. How old were you?

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G

Troy speaks out!

Dear Gym member

Who you calling a dummy? Oh hell to the no! That’s right I heard what you said to your friends. I am made of concrete or cast iron so I’m super strong. Don’t forget that!

You the weakling cause you need me to get strong. If you shake me I don’t make a sound but yet you say I’m a bell. I think you are the big dummy here.

P.S. Be careful what you call me or I might just fall on your foot.

Sincerely
Troy
Weight Training Dept.