Author: Miles Alex (Page 13 of 14)

“A Short, Sweet, But Precious While”

Something about your smile
Enchanted me when I first met you
Just a few short months ago

As I looked into your friendly eyes
When we said hello
I realized you were someone
Worth knowing as more than a friend

Cherie, the dreams and hopes I had
Are all gone
The illusions have disappeared
As suddenly as they came

The tenderness of our short-lived happiness
Has, like an evening sunset,
Turned into darkness of a gloomy night

You are young and oh, so sweet!
You are free and single
Like the robin perched atop yonder branch
Which, alighting an hour or two, is gone

The winter months are around the bend
The snowflakes I can already see
In cold and bitter nights
I’ll lie and dream
Of things that might have been

But you, like the robin, which I still can see
Will fly away to chirp in someone else’s sweet dreams
May you enlighten that someone’s life
The way you did mine

With this sad adieu
I thank you for stopping by my heart
Even though
‘Twas just for a short, sweet, but precious while

Cherie, when you think of me in days to come
If ever you do
Do not shed a tear of sympathy
Remember me as someone good
Please forgive the wrongs and forget the bad

Goodbye, sweet angel
And God bless you
Now and always.

“Searching For An Answer”

I’ve traveled this world far and wide
Seeking something I thought I could find
Loneliness, solitary companion by my side
I had hopes for answers to things on my mind

O’er the mountains and through deep valleys
Beneath sparkling fountains and in dark alleys
My weary feet have had to toil
As I traversed this earth’s soil
Searching for a reason to live, a hope for tomorrow
A world without sorrow

But more I traveled more I marveled
At a world full of cruelty
At man’s inhumanity

As I look around me
All I can see
Are men yearning to be free
More questions than answers
Violence and pollution
Problems beyond solution
A world full of sin
The world I’m living in

Yet will I trudge on
From dawn till sunset
From sunset till morn
Till I find what I seek
A reason to live
Comfort for the meek
Someone to forgive

‘Fore my life comes to an end
There’s something I must find
So I can tell you, my friend
Answers to things on my mind
In a world of futility
A world full of cruelty

“North of the Border”

“She lived north of the border. We met online. She told me she cared immensely and that she was gonna be my sister in God, and in life.

“I noticed that every time I turned around she would shower me with ‘I love you’’s. It seemed so natural for her, like second nature to utter those three little words…and to blow countless muahz’s my way.

“Then one cold spring evening, the sky turned dark and gloomy. The holdover wintry temps and falling snow – even as the calendar said April – were a sure sign that things had gone awry for us too…and that a coolness and frigidity had taken over.

“Now, the kisses are no more. The ‘I love you’’s have melted faster than a snow cone on a hot sticky summer day.

“Chalk it all up as another bend along the road. Ahhh…but life must go on.

“There’ll be others like her who will come and go. But maybe, just maybe, someday the love will be real and the kisses more than superfluous and meaningless.

“All I wanted was a genuine friend and sister, someone to love and to be around for, and to be with the day she walked down the aisle with the man of her dreams.”

“Another Hot Dude On A July 4th Day”

“These days, the ladies are not holding back like they used to before. I mean, every time I turn around – online or offline – I hear a woman whistling at some hunky dude, salivating, panting, and calling him sexy, as she dashes after him, knocking me out of the way.

“Now, I’m not an envious fella, but the only time I’ve ever been called hot was when I fell into a barbecue pit at a friend’s July 4th backyard party in Queens . And even then, the young lady reached in to grab the hot dogs and hamburgers instead of me”….”The Life and Times of Johnny Amazon”

“Come Back, My Darling”

Where are you when I need you, my precious?
You promised sweet dreams,
idyllic romance, passionate kisses
But like in a mist
I seek and cannot find my path to you
Are you real or a mirage?

We sit in a park
I lay my head upon your tender bosom
My eyes shut, your soft lips reach down
And moisten my dry and restless body
Then I open my eyes and you are gone

My entire being aches for you
Were your words meant
Just to tease and deceive?
Are you only a seductress
Riding the wild and turbulent waves
Of my anguished soul, seeking to tempt and destroy?

Return to me, my love
Stimulate my mind and my passions again.
For a fleeting moment once more
Drive me wild with your desire
And impetuous yearning
Then depart again, if you must

Like a will o the wisp
You come into my life
Torment me with your sensual being
Make love to me in a way
Beyond the boundaries of my fantasies
Then leave me wounded and torn
Departing without a trace

Come back, my darling
I’ll take you for but a moment or two
Than to endure life
Without even a dream to pursue

“Looking Back”

People often say that the grass is always greener on the other side – meaning that things look better when you’re just looking in from the outside. And ever so often, I hear some immigrants reminisce about homelands left behind.

It’s a natural phenomenon to hold some nostalgia, to recall lands of birth, ways of life, familiar places, events, and individuals. But if one pauses to also recall the reasons one left a place behind, one can put everything into a more balanced perspective. There were undesirable circumstances too, aspects of one’s life, one’s environment, things in the status quo – political, economic, social, etc. – that were not ideal, or that were even frightening.

There’s always a trade-off for most decisions one makes in life – whether it be relocation from one city, village, region or country to another, changing careers, making choices in education, family size, or financial, romantic, and marital decisions; or any of a multitude of choices one must make along the way.

It’s always easy to reminisce about the past or to second-guess choices we make in life. It’s important though not to so romanticize about alternatives forsaken that we block out the negatives. Everything in life has its pros and cons. Reminiscing or reflecting is one thing. Forgetting or denying the full record and all the pluses and minuses weighed in making important decisions does not help in moving forward.

True, for example, the old countries for immigrants held many pleasant memories – but the present and future are usually much brighter for decisions made to exchange the old for the new.

“A Star Whose Glow Need Never Fade”

As you travel through life, never under-estimate your star power. You may not realize it, but you are a star.

The stars you see in entertainment news are stars too. Sometimes their stardom lasts a year or two, sometimes several decades. You star will last a lifetime. You have the power to make a difference in the lives of those you encounter each day along the way.

Your demeanor, disposition, personality, the vibe you exude, can put a smile on someone’s face – or take it away. You interact each day with someone – a neighbor, the mailman, a boss, a subordinate, a customer, a fellow passenger. The karma you give out will come back the way you send it out.

Yes, we may not all make the news, or bask in the spotlight of flashing cameras and neon lights – but we are all stars.

As you journey along, leave a twinkle, not a snarl or a bitter trail…and you’ll be a star whose glow need never fade.

“A Writer’s Idealism – Judging by Individuality First”

I know that this will come across as pure idealism, and it really is, given the status quo in every corner of the world. But I do sometimes wish that individuals would be judged primarily on their status as individuals first and foremost, and secondarily on their status as members of groups – whatever criteria are used to define such groups.

Have you noticed how quickly we tend to feel elated when positive characteristics are bestowed upon our “group,” but how instantly we bristle when negative characteristics are ascribed? It is human nature to feel flattered by the positivity of some in our group…and to shy away from the negativity. And it seems also that it’s natural for many to generalize about all members of a group based on the behavior of large numbers within.

Truth be told, almost every grouping of human beings imaginable by man (by race, ethnicity, religion, nationality, tribe, social class, caste, etc.) will include acceptable and unacceptable, laudatory and deplorable, commendable and despicable.

Yes, it can be enjoyable to receive positive commendation as part of a group, but by accepting this we are also then setting ourselves up emotionally for non-parallel rejection of adverse characteristics ascribed to us because of actions by others within the relevant group.

In my writer’s idealism, admittedly not an easy approach to follow, we would all be judged by our behavior primarily as individuals…and reject all natural or behavioral characteristics ascribed to us – positive or negative – merely because of our membership in any specific group.

“A Writer’s Vicarious Reflections On Love”

Love can be so powerful, inexplicable, and irrational at times. Yet, with all the broken marriages and disintegrating relationships around, surely one must strive to inject the brain into the heart, shouldn’t one?

There’s always the danger that the heart alone will lead one in pursuit of a glistening star, but then suddenly drop one into a valley of gloom and darkness.

Still, I sometimes wonder, when Cupid strikes and the brain says that the relationship you dream of is destined to last only for a while, is it not better to live in the moment where two hearts dance to a lovely melody until the music stops?

Or is it more prudent to hurt today and save the tragedy of a joy that can only last a while?

“On Art And Life”

Does art imitate life or life imitate art? Almost every gross or traditional depiction of life and human events that is covered by artists has usually manifested itself in some corner of the planet in some human relationship – however bizarre or straitjacketed the situation has been.

When reviewing art forms – music, books, sculpture, paintings, movies, plays, etc – one must be mindful that an artist is limited only by his or her imagination. And society does collectively and rightfully address the issue of what content should be available for PUBLIC display as there is need to protect children and/or others whose sensitivity might be affected.

Even though censorship for PRIVATE displays or enjoyment should not be abridged unless it causes harm to the vulnerable, as in the case of child pornography, we must nevertheless be wary to recognize that the appearance of an art form in the marketplace does not always mean that the contents are an example of how one should live one’s life… nor do the contents necessarily always give credence to or legitimacy of, all expressions and manifestations of human behavior.

What is right and wrong is often determined by each individual, independent of the media or of exposure to art – not by artists like myself and others who earn an income by producing content which must sell. And yes, we do also try to influence – but an audience must not be so casual about the way it lives its life that it keeps swaying, like a palm tree on a breezy day, back and forth based on which direction the wind is blowing.

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