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Where I work there is not enough street parking,
The company I work for created a small lot,
Which sits next to the concrete one for the executives.
The bed of the worker’s lot is grey gravel stones.

One chilly autumn morning I backed the car in off of the street,
I got out heading to the trunk to retrieve my leather jacket.
That is when something golden and shinny caught my eyes
I was quick to identify it as jewelry.

Surely they were crushed by tires upon all of those stones!
Still attached to the little plastic thing used to display in stores,
On the reverse side was the price tag.
Even this was not too soiled to clean – I did;
Meaning these earrings hadn’t lain there for very long.

I picked them up,
Their shape reminds me of the sign for infinity;
The measure of time I will care for thee.
For now they adorn my office cubicle.
Showing them to some female coworkers,
“Must belong to ‘Beyonce’ “, one said.
She was referring to the rather stuck-up,
Asian-looking, double-breasted receptionist.
She thinks she is “all that” and is not pleasant.

Often praying and I wish you were here.
I could offer these earrings to you just for fun;
You would reject them as not real gold or second-hand.
“Costume jewelry” is the term I always heard mother use;
I believe you would appreciate it is the good thought that counts!

Knowing your ear lobes are not pierced,
I guess I will save them for you anyway.
When I picked them up,
They reminded me in another new way,
Of the past gifts you’ve sent to me;
All of which fit to the “T”,
Even when personally you had not met me!
And how my ears long for the ring of thy voice.

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I commute
You are cute.
“Toot-Toot!”
Yet abhor
Lack of success.
In a picture,
I digress;
Love you on the beach,
In that red dress!

Stay inside,
Someday in I’ll slide.
Then again I awake while commuting,
From my dream;
I come in pants,
Silently scream.
To work I quake and settle into it.
Close my eyes,
Thinking of you;
For over ninety minutes daily when I
Ride the subway metro.

I plan our dream;
Plot this is no bullshit scheme!
Our future is now.
And Holy Cow!
I sit in a seat like this!

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Imagine me sitting here with you!
Oh, so “koo-koo”!
Spring bird calls return;
Now are heard.
I want you to back-up into me,
Until you feel my hard ecstasy.
I want you to back-up your
Ass to me;
Feel the hard head of need;
Tooo crazy now not to succeed.

Back-up, Baby
Back-up to when we met.
Back-up, love,
Never forget;
That you honestly found me,
Then helped me improve my life
Without conditions nor regret.

Hey, my special Freedom Angel!
It was two years ago around this time,
I knew that you were forever mine.
You proved to help me
You became my Freedom Angel.

I knew you were sent from the heavens
I learned how it feels to be truly enamored
With a special blessing in a woman
Who for so long I have searched!

I finally got it right;
I looked in the right place,
The Ukrainian country!
I found the best Slavic woman for me.
Now I soon will travel to have Inna at my knee.

You are still my ultimate destination, Baby.
I’m coming again!
I want you to know,
Whatever the problem or obstacle,
That you can depend on me because
You have divinely inspired,
I will find a way to solve it –
Just like I did with the Passport situation.

I live for that next day or night,
When I step from a plane into your gaze and then arms;
A first real kiss that we both have missed all these months.

Whatever time we have together,
Will be great!
It will will be worth the wait!
I Pray daily to Jah,
Allow us to get this thing together!
Before we are too old to enjoy each other youthfully!
“C’MON!!” Cosmic forces of prayer, Dammit!

~ by Naphtali with love.

My mind and body,
Weary, tired and quiet.
Carrying heavy luggage,
Unexpected mental loads;
Money issues stalk me back.
Going to the USA reluctantly,
Happily to see my Mum!
Much too earthy and surprised,
I have a better plan perspective.
I have offers to return to Kiev in-hand!
Yet the whole mission is like a class,
In school if you did not attend enough for a grade;
You would receive an “incomplete”.
I held my part of the bargain!
Better late than never!
Goddammit!! I try to understand it.
Maybe another time;
That is the way it goes if your girlfriend is secretly Human,
Not the Superwoman you saw her as.
Susceptible to what “others” in her family or friends circle;
“Say” about the decisions you make with what is yours.
She should not have TOLD them,
About a decision happily made towards our
Destiny with a happy man.
That’s the way it goes…
At least with ME anyway.
I love you just the same.

Passengers break into applause upon another smooth landing.

Comments are cool with me.

To each
In His or Her
Own time
To Find the
Precious one for one last time.
In order to share and care
Both together to sip for all allotment;
The finest vintage wines.
Rewarded by patience and
Belief of hope for matrimony.
Fulfilled through earnest expressions sublime
Overt new and true love
Soothes bygone wounds;
I am yours,
Now you are mine.

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