Monday, December 26, 2005

Two More Minutes


To my Wife, My Lover, My best Friend

Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.

I don’t need a fancy new house or one of those shinny new cars.
I don’t need to watch the sun come up or to watch the sun go down.
I don’t need too walk on a sandy beach or skip stones through the swells.
I don’t really need for anything at all.

Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.

Two more minutes, holding you in my arms.
Two more minutes, touching your skin.
Two more minutes, smelling your hair.
Two more minutes, kissing your lips.

Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.

I don’t want any of those silly girls out there.
I don’t want any of those new fashion designs.
I don’t want all the toys the other guys have.
I don’t really want for anything at all.

Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.

Two more minutes, holding you warmly in my arms.
Two more minutes, gently touching your soft skin.
Two more minutes, smelling your silky hair.
Two more minutes, kissing your sweet lips.

Two more minutes with you, is all I really want or need.

So remember my darling whenever you think of me.

Those last two minutes I spent holding you warmly in my arms gently touching your soft skin while breathing in the sweet cent of your silky hair as I kissed your sweet lips;

Were all I will ever need.

Your husband, your lover, your best friend


R.Coldguy

Thanks For the Good Times

Happy Birthday my Friend

I didn’t know what to get for you, because you’re so dam hard to please.
It seems like I get in trouble every time I turn around, even when I sneeze.

It would have to be a special gift, something with lots of class.
Something that is just for you, something that will last.

It would have to be as strong a steal, something that will never break.
It would have to be something just for you, something no one else could take.

A special gift from me to you, a gift that can’t be returned.
Something from the two of us, from all the things we’ve learned.

I give you all our memories Jim, all the laughter and all the fun.
I would like to stick around for more, but I really have to run.

You don’t have to open it, just keep it deep inside.
I’ll keep mine inside of me and cherish them with pride.

For birthdays are our life you see, and every year at this time.
Where ever the roads have taken me, you’ll be on my mind.

Take this gift I give to you, were ever you may be.
Think of all the fun we had, when you think of me.

Love Always
&
Forever Peace
Old Friend
R.Coldguy
F.F.F.F

Is There a Santa Clause?

Is There A Santa Clause?



Is There a Santa Clause?

Come sit with me a moment, climb up here by my side.
After you listen to my story, maybe then you can decide.
Once upon a cold winters night, not so very long ago.
Your Mom and I were walking, leaving footprints in the snow.

Hand in hand we walked along, admiring all the Christmas lights.
Suddenly she fell to her knees, her eyes all filled with fright.
She said she didn't feel so well, all dizzy and kind of numb.
So I picked her up into my arms, as I did my best to run

The Doctor said it was a virus, just a bug that's in the air.
There was nothing he could do, for there was nothing to repair.
As she lay upon that hospital bed, so pail and oh so white.
I prayed to all the Gods above, that she would be all right.

This may not seem so strange to you, but it certainly was for me.
For I never did believe you see, in something I could not see
There was no answer from above, to me this was no surprise
For when you stop believing in miracles, is when all the magic dies.

You may not remember any of this, for you where so very young.
But this would be the very first Christmas, spent without your Mom.
Your brother stayed at Grandma's and I left you at your aunt Em's.
I needed some time to be by myself, with no family and no friend's.

Sitting all alone each night, with no presents beneath the tree.
What could I do to make things right, and then it came to me.
If Santa Clause is not a myth, if he's real when you believe.
Then I'll ask Santa for his help, upon this Christmas Eve.

Dear Santa is how I started it and this is how it read.
No present’s do I want this year, it's your help I need instead.
It's a special gift I need you see, that maybe only you can give.
It's a simple thing, it's for my wife, she needs the will to live.

As I got up on Christmas morn, everything seemed just right
It's the first time in many days, I've slept all through the night.
The stockings hung there empty, no gifts beneath the tree.
Could he have left my special gift, I couldn't wait to see.

Throwing on my hat and coat, as I stumbled across the floor.
I started running as fast as I could, as I went flying out the door.
As I stepped into her room that day, you can imagine my surprise.
When I seen the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eyes.

As I sat there holding her in my arms, as happy as we both could be.
I couldn't believe the very next words, that your mother said to me.
This little old man with a long white beard, had come within a dream.
He'd brought with him a gift from me, a very special gift is seams.

Now every year about this time, that twinkle will appear.
Some say it's just the winters light, or maybe just a tear.
Your mom and I will laugh and say, it's really not a trick.
It's a special gift I gave to her, delivered by old Saint Nick.

Is Santa real or make-believe? It's really not for me to say.
All I really know for sure, is that it happened just this way.
You've heard me tell my story and now it's up to you it seems.
Is Santa real or make believe or just someone in our dreams?


One World! One God! One Race!
The Human Race!!!
Standing together to make a better world,
For All Mankind!!!!

Love Always
&
Forever Peace

Ray

P.S.

My wife had Guillian-Barr'e when my daughter was six months old, when Paula (my daughter) was about 9 years old she asked me If there was a Santa Clause, So I wrote her this poem.

Is the story in the poem true? Well...mostly..But It's been thirty two years now and my wife is still here enjoying her grandchildren every day and every year about this time you can still see that twinkle in her eye's, it could be just the lights from the tree, but...again... that would be up to you to decide!

Moral of the story: Never give up, life is to precious!!!
Ray

No Where To Go



The R.V.rs Song

Sung to the tune of, On Top of Spaghetti , or some such happy go lucky tune :)


No where to go

We got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.

We travel these roads all alone but together.
Our bridges left burning put out by the rain.
We’ll know where we are as soon as we get there.
As we search for our new home in a town with no name.

But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.…….

We’ve seen mansions on mountains and ranches on rivers.
And ocean side cottages and cabins with streams.
A right turn or left turn it no longer matters.
For the home we are seeking is lost in our dreams.

But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.

The miles we are gaining with the time we are losing.
Are saving us more time too spend every day.
We’re not really sure if where going or coming.
Or just stopping in time, too move on our way.

But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.

The friends we have met on these roads filled with strangers.
Remind us of friendships that have passed in the night.
As the memories of loved one’s, left so far behind us.
Start fading with each day’s new dawning light.

But we got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.

Some signs say we’re welcome and thank us for staying.
And some say stay Out or Keep off of the grass.
We say yes sir and thanks ma’am to all the nice people.
And to all of the others it’s please kiss my……

Butt!
We got no where to go and all day to get there.
Nothing to do with all kinds of time.
We never know where the next road may take us.
Up hill and down hill my true love and mine.


Love Always
&
Peace Forever
Rcoldguy