Fun stuff
defranco:

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Love me some Philly D.

defranco:

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Love me some Philly D.

Happy New Years Eve!!!

Happy New Years Eve!!!

I hope you are all getting to spend today with someone you love, and that the fat man wearing red and white that sneaks into your house and eats all your cookies left you something nice. Merry Christmas!

What is a woman.

A woman is soft, yet she has the strength of 1000 tigers if needed. A woman is giving and nurturing, yet she can be sharp as a two edged sword. A woman can be a true lady, demure and innocent, yet she can be a diva in the bedroom. A woman can cry, and the next minute organize that which made her cry.

A woman gives me strength, yet she makes my knees weak. A woman gives me bravado… yet she takes my breath away… a woman gives me courage, yet I fear my life without her. She helps me grow, and she is for my pruning.

A woman is power, and weakness, genius and silly, light and dark, A woman makes me feel like the moon, as she is the earth. I circle her as I go through my phases never able to flee my attraction to her… knowing if that bond were to break, I would be destroyed.
~Richard 

defranco:

Something to make your day a little bit better.  And hopefully it makes you smile some more because it definitely is worth it.

Wish

Wishes are our hopes and dreams sent out into the world, the music of our longings, the things that make the bad days bearable and give us something to life for. When a wish comes true, but not just true, more then you even thought would be, you treasure those moments, replay them in your mind, and it makes you wish to make someone elses wishes come true.

I think this is what I’m going to do for Halloween. =]

In Town Square.


It was a fabulous evening at the coffee shop. I had a pumpkin muffin and two yummy large iced coffees. I greatly enjoyed the “open mike night” poetry readings, as well as talking with the cute barista that kept glancing my way. When the night came to an end, I walked back to my car. Lit by the glow of street lights with the sounds of someone playing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” at the other end of the block, and the soft chatter of the other passersby, I couldn’t help but think,”It’s nights like this that feel like a scene from a movie, as if I’m waiting for someone to yell “cut” and the cameras to stop rolling.” I started my car and drove away into the night.

As I’ve moved away(for at least a couple months)from the place I grew up, I’ve been thinking about this song a lot.