To my wonderland : A promise (Part Three)

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Dear sweetheart

I feel sadness as I write you the third and final part of this. Three cities contributed to these letters, and with every letter my heart felt your distance across the oceans between us. But don’t worry for one day I will make it a monthly habit to write you a letter, on the night of every full moon that climbs the sky taking its place between the stars to shine upon us.

It fascinates me how it’s you who defines the moon in my world, unlike most poets where they defined their loved ones by the moon. But how can I blame them, they haven’t met you; you give that moon many of your hidden characteristics that only I can see and feel. 

To my full half .. (Part two)

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Dear sweetheart

Now that you’re starting to take my madness just a little bit more seriously, I must admit to my joy and excitement; it runs through my veins as I write you the second part of this desired unexplainable insanity of a letter. Part of it is due to the fact that I know how lucky I am to know that I will be with you one day, partially because your existence today makes me a better man, but most importantly it’s due to the fact that I just woke up from my sleep at 2:30 in the morning, I couldn’t fall back to sleep, I knew it was for a reason, something I have to do, it was to write you this.

To my fairy tale .. (Part one)

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Dear sweetheart

Many accused me, many judged me, and a very few have intimidated me. Most those I knew thought of me as a shallow man when I said that physical beauty mattered just as much as the beauty of the heart and mind.  I call it the trinity to perfection. I cannot compromise on any of them; see when a man is in love some think he becomes rather delusional; I always took the extreme view of believing that he becomes wise.  Whilst most believe he is blinded, I believe he becomes the only one with the ability to see the truth.  It’s why I have been able to tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman on this earth, it’s just how I see you in every way. I know sometimes you will doubt me, but soon you will see through my actions that I truly believe that you are, just be patient my love.

Introduction: Next three articles

 I am going to be doing something different to my usual none sense; now don’t get me wrong, am not saying am going to rebel against my madness, but rather, just bring it up a level. In a few days I'll post part one of three articles to come over the next few weeks. They will take the form of a note, or a letter if I may say, to my future companion, she is someone whom I yet haven’t sat with nor touched, but someone I believe in so strongly.   

Why put this out on my journal? Well, First to protect myself from my logic, from the possibility of me ever becoming something I despise, so if I ever change, I will have my insane written ideologies bring me back to my salvation. The second reason is to inspire hope to everyone who reads this and holds an insane vision, anyone who questions their reasoning of such dreams. To tell them  that there are thousands of men and women out there who are no different to us, the concept of “the one” is something I highly believe in, soul mates are not a myth, but a visionary notion, that only those who are brave enough to accept it and its consequences can understand its full effect on one’s reality.

To be continued ... 

New York - 14/01/2012 

Me, a mountain and the moon

Through the windshield glass I can see the world.  I am driving the car at eighty miles an hour. The road seems endless, it goes on forever around those beautiful mountains. Unfortunately at such a late hour all you can see are their shadows.  Only Five hours are remaining till the end of this road trip. The moon is so full and perfect tonight, larger than I have ever seen, it feels so close to me, almost like it wants to fall in my arms. I love the moon. It represents a beautiful dark woman, a sophisticated, tender, lady-like and a perfect goddess; it’s a dream to me. There are more stars decorating the sky than I can dare to count. The music is playing my favorite tunes. Just in case all that is not enough to fire my soul with a thousand emotions, I just witnessed one of God’s most beautiful pieces of art at the Grand Canyon, I’m at the top of the mountains, watching the river thousands of feets below me. Unusual sight for me, for I am usually walking side by side with the river.

New year's resolution

Every year about this time I would empty a blank page in my mind and start jotting down my thoughts. The year is about to end, the New Year is hours away. It’s mixed emotions that I feel. So I start to put down the things I want to achieve, my dreams. I think by now that list has had more resolutions than I can remember. Quite frankly, more failures than successes, but I'm still standing which has to count for something. The list went on, from achieving my degree, getting into physical shape, quit smoking, be a better person, read more, write more, travel more, help a few people along the way, find the woman of my dreams, fall in love with her, visit places I have never seen, have a beautiful daughter that reminds me of her mother and a charismatic son that will protect his queen and princess with his soul and heart. I would say those were fairly regular thoughts, most of which you will find in the average list of most people.

The Loyalty of a Pigeon

"Excuse me for a few moments". I opened the car door and left my family behind; I knew they were unhappy about the inconvenient delay that I was about to cause. The cat was so young, small, skinny and looking for the least to feed on. I ignored it on the way out of the house. Those few moments in the car, awaiting my family to leave the house injected me with guilt and the feeling that I could help a resident of this planet with their pain. It became a habit every now and then to feed that particular cat; I would pick some of my lunch meal leftovers or steal some of my sister's cat food. She has a Persian cat who is so fat and lazy, it reminds me of "Garfield" and in a just world "Wolverine" the cat can share some of its wealth with the poor street cat. The little skinny cat always follows me now, out of everyone else on the street, it recognizes me and sprints to me. On a weird level, I feel happy that it appreciates me and acknowledges what I do.