Pros & Cons

✅ Tall ✅ Dark ✅ Handsome
✅ Kind ✅ Caring ✅ Sensitive
✅ Fair ✅ Respectful ✅ Honest
✅ Funny ✅ Will laught at your jokes
✅ Intellectual ✅ Multilingual, multicultural
✅ Yoga ✅ Brunch
✅ Technologically capable ✅ Artistically inclined
✅ Well spoken ✅ Fancy accent
✅ Higher education ✅ Stable job
✅ Loves kids ✅ Close to family
✅ Believes in love at first sight

❌ Believes in love at first sight
❌ Doesn’t have a car
❌ Doesn’t drink ❌ Doesn’t eat animals
❌ Needs dancing lessons
❌ Insists on superior aesthetic sensibilities, sometimes without evidence
❌ Needs care, affection, understanding
❌ Needs some alone time
❌ Easily hurt at times

Your Favorite Things

Red wine and coffee
and going to beer gardens.
Playing with puppies,
skiing and sky-diving.

Cider in autumn,
tequila in spring:
these are a few of
your favorite things.

Having fresh baguettes
and blue cheese in Paris.
Sailing the ocean
and riding fast horses.

Soccer in summer
and winter skating:
these are a few of
your favorite things.

Scent of sushi,
taste of a steak.
Watching Eagles win.
You love The Eternal Lightness of Being,
and hip-hop and beach tanning.

Kryptonite

A forgotten piece from a lost past
decimated a lifetime ago,
suddenly encountered triggers a blast
of memories of joy and sorrow.

The family gone, the friends never made,
a whole world of potential denied.
The blissful oblivious cavalcade
of my reality tossed aside.

Tortured by ghosts of what could have been,
severed from the needs of the present.
Pain felt only by eyes that have seen,
yet innocent, immature, nascent.

Every thing that reminds me of then
must gradually be discarded.
Those times are not easily forgotten
but I will not be caught unguarded.

You were my home once, but now you’re poison:
the one thing that can counter my might.
What was once nourishing is now noisome.
I now know you are my Kryptonite.

Dawn

The night was cold, long, and deep,
and my lamp had almost run out.
Stumbling in the dark I began to weep,
no one to hear me cry, no one to hear me shout.

The night is darkest before the dawn,
and silent, and deadly, and overwhelming.
The sweetest springs follow winters long,
even those that can seem never-ending.

The question is not if the night will end -
only a matter of time before the Sun has its day -
but if I will last to see and spend
a few moments in that glorious display.

The distant clouds start blushing red,
the first to spot an approaching star.
The world wakes, shakes its sleepy head,
I am sighted again, and I see very far.

But as I look, I can find no cause for despair.
What was I afraid of? Where has it all gone?
What I felt in the night clearly isn’t there.
I made it, and now I stand welcoming the dawn.

Festivals

A reason to cheer,
for food, family, and beer,
to celebrate our time here.

Something to distract from drudgery,
the suffering, pain, and misery,
to dream a soothing reverie.

Gather around and stand like this,
pay no heed: nothing’s amiss,
have some socially mandated bliss.