JUST ANOTHER DAY (Fantasy number 623)

JUST ANOTHER DAY

(Fantasy number 623)

I woke up this morning it was just another day.

Tried to separate fantasy from what’s real and move on my way.

Had my first cup of coffee just to help me through.

It seemed like it was going to be one of those days, so I had two.

It’s off to work, got to get into the daily grind.

Hopefully, I can make it through this one without losing my mind.

I’m just going through the motions, not much to say.

Trying to make it through another one, and earn my pay.

Sometimes things just happen and we don’t know why,

But suddenly without warning, I knew I could fly.

I don’t know what happened and I’m not sure what to do,

But as I tried to clear my head, all I could think of is you.

Things got really fuzzy and my head was spinning around.

It felt so right, I felt so light as my feet left the ground.

I needed to find you, wherever you might be.

I needed to find you, so you could fly away with me.

Up in the clouds, looking down from space,

Through all the interference, I can see your smiling face.

You’re looking up at me and your lips seem to say

I’m coming up to meet you, so we can fly away.

When you are close, I will hold you tight.

I will caress you all over in this sensual flight.

When we come together, we will merge as one,

Then we will fly away into the sun.

This wild adventure was too good to be true.

That I could actually fly away with you.

I began spinning and turning, back to earth I was bound.

Suddenly I opened my eyes and I was standing on the ground.

There was no you that I had thought I had seen.

I had just been standing there in some kind of dream.

I realized this was just fantasy number 623.

So I said what the Hell and got cup of coffee number three.

STANLEY HENDRIX

10/31/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM

I WANT TO HOLD YOU

I WANT TO HOLD YOU

I want to hold you in my arms while you sleep.

I want to hold you while you slip into your dreams so deep.

With you next to me everything feels so right.

I want to hold you all through the night.

I want to hold you 'till the moon stops shining through.

I want to hold you 'till there is no morning dew.

I want to hold you 'till the sun turns blue.

I want to hold you 'till one and one is no longer two.

I want to hold you 'till the mountains turn to hills.

I want to hold you 'till time stands still.

I want to hold you 'till Hell gets cold.

I want to hold you 'till the truth be told.

I want to hold you whether you're wrong or right.

I want to hold you whenever we fight.

I want to hold you 'till the anger is gone.

I want to hold you 'till you sing your song.

I want to hold you when you're blue and sad.

I want to hold you when things make you mad.

I want to hold you whenever you cry,

So I can dry your tears from your eyes.

I want to hold you whether it's early or late.

I want to hold you 'till the birds and bees no longer mate.

I want to hold you and never be alone.

I want to hold you 'till the swallows of Capistrano no longer come home.

I want to hold you 'till the cock no longer crows.

I want to hold you 'till the farmers no longer reap what they sow.

I want to hold you 'till eternity is near.

I want to hold you 'till there is no fear.

I want to hold you 'till there're no stars in the sky.

I want to hold you 'till the birds no longer fly.

I want to hold you 'till there are no clouds up above.

I want to hold you 'till you say you're in love.

STANLEY HENDRIX

10/30/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM

YOU'RE NOT THE ONE

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that walks beside me and holds my hand.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that says I’m your man.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that fixes my meals.

YOU’RE THE ONE that shows me how good I can feel.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that’s going to love me till the end.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that’s going to ask me where I’ve been.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that wants to move in.

YOU’RE THE ONE that makes me want to sin.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that says that she loves me.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that’s going to set my soul free.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that’s going to walk with me in the park.

YOU’RE THE ONE that waits for me in the dark.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that wants to sit under a tree.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that everyone can see.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that wants to have my child.

YOU’RE THE ONE that always drives me wild.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that will promise to be true.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that will ever make me blue.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that always wants to share.

YOU’RE THE ONE that wants me to touch you there.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that wants to love me forever.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE where I have to be smart and clever.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that always has to be right.

YOU’RE THE ONE that’s there for me at night.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that wants for better or worse.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that will ride in my hearse.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that always has to be first.

YOU’RE THE ONE that makes me feel like I’m going to burst.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE whose heart I will steal.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that always has to have things real.

YOU’RE NOT THE ONE that keeps me on the run.

But I know, whenever I need a friend YOU’RE THE ONE.

STANLEY HENDRIX

10/27/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM

DON’T BE ANGRY

When I see you smile that sweet girlie smile,

Don't be angry if I stare at you for a while.

When I see you on the street with all your female charms,

Don't be angry if I take you and hold you in my arms.

If a day goes by without you near, your touch I will miss.

Don't be angry if when I see you, I steal a kiss.

If you're walking next to me, looking oh so fine,

Don't be angry if I hold your hand like you are mine.

If you're sad and have been crying all day,

Don't be angry if I wipe your tears away.

If you are happy and things are very clear,

Don't be angry if I nibble on your ear.

If the wind starts to blow and your hair begins to flow,

Don't be angry if I touch you just so.

If I want to show you that I care,

Don't be angry if I run my fingers through your hair.

 If the moon makes a twinkle in your eye,

Don't be angry if I ask you to look up at the sky.

If my touch makes you give a gentle sigh,

Don't be angry if I try.

When I see you so innocent and sweet,

Don't be angry if I want you to keep.

When it comes time for me to go home,

Don't be angry if I don't want to be alone.

If we watch the sun set, then watch it rise too,

Don't be angry for the things I might do.

If all these things happen, if all these things come true,

Don't be angry if I say I love you.

STANLEY HENDRIX

10/20/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM

DEATH

DEATH

Death is something we try not to think about, but it’s there from the start.

From the time we first open our eyes, we are on that road to depart.

Some people live their lives and try to make a mark, and some just try to survive.

No matter what you do, you’ll never make it out alive.

 

Death is the great equalizer of men.

It doesn’t matter how rich you are, who you know, or where you’ve been.

When the angel of death knocks on your door,

You can’t hide, and you can’t ignore.

 

Some people believe that death is passing to a new life.

When you close your eyes for the last time, you just look for the light.

There are those who think that there is no journey to start.

When you close your eyes for the last time, there is nothing but dark.

 

The meaning of life is death.

It’s the only thing everyone will do from their first to their last breath.

Forget all the gray in between.

Forget about taxes, learning, loving, forget about everything.

 

You can’t take anything with you, and you don’t really leave anything behind.

The only thing that stays is the memories you leave in people’s minds.

But then, memories will fade away into the past.

In life, nothing lasts forever, and forever never lasts.

 

Death really is the final frontier.

No one knows what happens when moving from here to there.

It’s a mystery, and that’s a fact.

No one’s ever been all the way there and come all the way back.

 

I hope there’s someplace to go on this trip we all have to take.

I pray that there is another side, for our soul’s sake.

I’m sure that when it’s my time, it won’t make a mark.

I’m sure that when I close my eyes for the last time, all I will see is . . .

 

 STANLEY HENDRIX

10/20/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM

I Remember

I remember a time that was about innocents.

A time when you could go to the movies for thirty‑five cents.

I remember food brought by girls on roller skates carrying trays.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember playing cowboys and Indians.

The good guy wore a white hat, and the good guy would always win.

I remember cutting grass for the little money it pays.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember riding my bike down a hill

And how much fun it was, even if I had a spill.

I remember kicking the butt of a bully on the prey.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember Howdy Doody

And of course John Wayne movies.

I remember when rock and roll was here to stay.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember grease to slick back your hair

And Elvis shaking his hips everywhere.

I remember when sock hops were the phase.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember when it was twenty‑nine cents for a gallon of gas

And a student had to learn to be able to pass.

I remember when athletes played out of love, not what it pays.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember Muhammad Ali

when he would float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.

I remember when the Beatles were all the craze.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember man landing on the moon.

I remember a King and a dream that died too soon.

I remember a family that was called the Kennedys.

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I remember black and white TV

And all the channels counted up to three.

I remember the old folks telling me about their days, and they would say,

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

I guess forty years from now,

Though I don't know how,

People will look back, sigh and say,

Yeah, them were the good ole days.

STANLEY HENDRIX

9/27/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM

I’M IN LOVE

It seems like I’ve been in love forever.

There're times I feel like I have to have her.

I’m in love with so many things I don’t know where to begin.

OK, I’m in love with her milky white skin.

I reach out to touch her hair.

I take a deep breath to smell her perfume in the air.

I’m in love with her delicious kiss.

I’m in love with her sensual bliss.

I’m in love with her touch that’s just for me.

I’m in love with her joyful voice that always sets me free.

I’m in love with her soul that’s so bright and pure.

I’m in love with her smile that brightens my soul for sure.

I’m in love with her laugh that always lights up my day.

I’m in love with her eyes that leaves me with nothing to say.

I’m in love with the way she likes to play.

And if I don’t want to, she will make me anyway.

I’m in love with a look that lets me know when I’m wrong.

I’m in love with a feeling that tells me I belong.

I’m in love with the way it feels to hold her in my arms.

I love being with her and all her beautiful charms.

I’m in love with a time when I had hope in my life.

I’m in love with a woman that I want to be my wife.

I asked her the big question, and her answer was no.

She said she wasn’t ready, I said I couldn’t stay, I had to go.

I’m in love with a dream that just faded away.

I’m in love with the thoughts that I still have every day.

I’m in love with all the things that my mind can see.

I’ll be in love forever with all these memories.

STANLEY HENDRIX

9/27/08

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available at AMAZON.COM, KINDLE, and CREATESPACE.COM