When my mother was 5 years old George Balanchine saw her dance and saw her beauty and natural talent. He approached my grandmother and offered a full scholarship to The School of American Ballet that he had just founded with Lincoln Kirstein. My grandmother’s reply was a resounding no because in quotes “ballerinas and actresses…

My jewel is not just the gem I wear but the precious memory I keep close to my heart when I think of you You and I we had so many difficulties so many differences yet there are similarities more than we both at different times wanted to admit Love was there but covered by…

I loved you then I love you now I’ll love you longer still. How longI cannot tell for sure It’s a battle of my will Against the forces of my heart. But in war there are no winners Only losers by the score. And so I have to ask myself, What am I fighting for?…

Tit for Tat A childish game of you do this and I’ll do that Yet on we race against the clock With just seconds left to play Unaware of how we’ve sqandered yet another perfect day And the outcome’s still the same, It’s another scoreless game.

My heart aches for you My love this separation from you is so hard to bear I think I can handle it I go for days weeks keeping myself preoccupied with life’s tasks but then a shaft of moonlight sneaks through the curtains and gently kisses my face just as you did when we last…

I no longer spend my days awake hammering at keyboard keys. I may have given up on my simpler dreams, of being the one thing that I dreamed. I seldom lay awake at night and think of what I use to be. The kid with many little means, who never gave up on his dreams.…

Stray Dog Beach, so lonely so sad… It’s a place I know well. It’s worse than bad! A dark and scary port along Puerto Rico’s shore – strewn with litter, junk, and thugs galore. Jess is my name. I’m a shepherd, size large! I once lived there in a rusty abandoned barge. Don’t cry just…

In her room stand the walls, she painted with her pain. One of them deep blue in color, fully depicts her strain. Another holds the window, as the portal to her minds eye. Through it beckons the sun, arousing her in a majestic sky. Appears an apparition from Omega making her sane by rendering to…

Like a dandelion in the wind So is my since of weightlessness Since I fell into unconditional love I am light and I’m alive But sometimes I feel I’m Waiting to blow away The realities of my first born They cut me though I hide She beckons me through her midnight eyes She calls out…

I miss you more then my last breath If I could feel your kiss my lips would live again If I could taste your smile my soul would be revived I miss you more then my last breath. If I could feel your kiss my lips would live again. If I could taste your smile…