Amazonian Beauty (Dedicated To All Strong Women)

I met my good friend Yust Lundgren when I was stationed onboard the USS Peleliu. We shared a friendship with another good friend Patrick Duffy whom passed some years ago. We all enjoyed our time in the Navy and as we took on different duty stations, we drifted apart. Earlier this year, I reconnected with my dear friend and we have since been communicating via Facebook on a regular basis. Yust is one of the most beautiful people I have ever known and I respect his counsel and wisdom regardless of his life style choices. He was the driving force for me sharing some of my past with you. Yust wrote the following poem and I thought it was so indicative of some of my dearest online friends who visit my blog. So I share this song to all the beautiful women I have met online and even those I have not had the privilege to know. Remember, I did not write this, I am only sharing it with you so please don't read any more into it than it being a beautiful poem. Feel free to express your feelings about the poem in the comments section.

Amazonian Beauty (Dedicated To All Strong Women)

Oh woman of Amazonian beauty,

Those breasts are ripe for me,

You have the heart of Joan,

Sister of the fire,

You are Venus by the sea,

Your neck I kiss with passion,

You crush me so divine,

I wrap my arms around you,

Working you in Braille,

Giant with luscious lips ready in full bloom,

Hot with the taste of desire,

It is I who now must swoon,

Carry me beside the fire,

My goddess beauty in the flesh,

Ravage me til dawn,

It's so nice to have a strong woman,

To take this gentle man,

Take me in the wood!

Roll me in the sand!

You being the strong one,

Makes me no less the man,

Spirits of the wood do sing,

Drums beating, hand to hand,

With unsaid incantation,

Drive me to ecstasy, so grand,

Yes my giant of a woman,

You are the one for me,

As we dance round the fire,

It's sublime, so heavenly,

Spirits of the night we are,

Flying over flame and embers,

Passionate souls do burn in flight,

Love me powerfully, tender,

To you my will surrendered

Take me in your arms,

This beautiful Starwood night,

I'll remember you for the rest of my life....


The Faery King 2002

The Gossamer Project
Some of The Faery King's recorded work with Jo Ball on Cello including this poem

The Man That Loved Women

If I could say that someone was directing my life, I would have to say Blake Edwards was doing the production, writing the screen play and directing the scenes. My tag line would be: Deciding which woman in the world he loves most is driving him out of his mind. But women have that affect one me and I don't mind it. Not one bit.

Like the character in the movie, I had a major womanizing problem and boy was it a problem. You could call it charisma, or just plain luck. Once I graduated from high school, all I could think about was women. If I could list all the names of the women I had dated, it would look like a phone book. I was by no means a Casanova or Don Juan playboy. I was just being myself. Things just happened. I know, some guy is now saying to himself, "What does he have that I don't?" You got me at that man, I don't know. It just is. All I do know is that I have come to grips with it and have made some drastic changes in the way I see women in my life today. It didn't take a psychiatrist to fix the problem, just good old fashioned self control. I've become a selfless romantic.

I'm sitting alone at the dog park watching my Ginger play. This very beautiful brunette woman comes and sit down near me and starts up conversation. I try to act nonchalant and unconcerned but she looks into my eyes. I don't know what she sees but a smile comes on her face. We start to pass pleasantries about the dogs and the weather but I can see that she is looking for something more. It seems she is interested in me but I become disengaged. When I leave, I can see a bit of frustration on her face. I want to go back and apologize but I can't put myself back in that situation again. So I go. I still see her from time to time at the park. We talk but that's pretty much about it.

What is it about commitment that so many men fear? Is it that they don't want their feelings hurt? Oh, I've been down that road too many times. Maybe that's why I am they way I am. I am not afraid to express my feelings now. I've been rejected before, I just pick myself up and move on. It's not worth the time to linger. It even worked to my advantage once. The woman said no to me and I just said to her that I wish you well then. Two hours later, shes knocking at my door with a bottle of champagne an apology and not much else. Not going there so don't ask.

Now, I take what I say and do very carefully. I know that I can be an excellent husband to some woman out there. But which one, so many to choose from. Oh, I bet you are ready to give me both barrels now. The nerve of him, who does he think he is? So I apologize to those women who think I must be some kind of, well, I don't want to type all those adjectives and explicatives. I know by now that I must look like Charlie Sheen's character in (Two and a Half Men). No I am in no way that pathetic. He can be an obnoxious, pompous ass at times.

So I keep looking, somewhere, the woman who will eventually be the death of me will come along and sweep me off my feet. Oh, I don't think there will be a book or movie about it. I don't even think there will be much fanfare. I will just die in her arms content to see her beauty and smile and say I love you as the lights fade to dark. If your are going to rent the movie, I suggest getting the 1977 version with Charles Denner playing the role of Bertrand. You'll thank me for it. But women, please don't show up at my door step with an apology, a bottle of champagne and nothing else. My neighbors just wouldn't understand.

NINE WORDS WOMEN USE or Secrets about women all men should know

If you find you self in the doghouse or divorce court, just don't blame me if you didn't see the roadsigns. So your a deer in the headlights, make sure you know the code before you react.

1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. You are not going to win the argument and that's a fact.


2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. Never remind her what time it is.


3. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.


4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It! Just don't, please!


5. Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)


6. That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will be punished for your mistake.


7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here – This is true, unless she says ‘Thanks a lot’ – that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say “you’re welcome” that will bring on a “whatever”). Boy, have I fallen for that one a few times and It wasn't pretty.


8. Whatever: Is a woman’s way of saying FUCK YOU! Unless of course she says Fuck You which of course means the same as whatever. The silent whatever is the deadliest.


9. Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking “What’s wrong?” For the woman’s response refer to # 3.

So now you know the code, take this message to all men. Fathers, teach your sons. Don't let them go another day without heading these words.