Maiden In Waiting

Simple Thoughts

"She had been waiting, 

for her knight. 

Her proper gentleman, 

the one who at night


would hold her tight,

the only way

that seemed right

to sleep.


So deep,

was her love

for someone she hadn't met yet, 

it kept her away


from the others.

No prince

could ever save this

damsel in distress. 


She was busy, anyway.

But on one

humid, busy day,

one said hello.


And in a blur of a year,

she realized 

she had said 'yes', 

with stone like Ocean


adorned on left hand.

She was happy.

She was going to unite 

with one whom


she had searched 

her entire life for.

One who loves her

for who she is,


and every thing

that implies.

He is no knight, 

no master-commander,


just a man

who has a way with words; 

or so he likes to think.

All she wants,


is to ink into passing

the change of last name.

A light love story, 

that began two year ago,


one busy day.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I met me wife!


My new Russian bride can only speak one english word and that word is no.

If she doesn't start behaving like a wife, she will have to go.

When I paid her way to America, I didn't know things would go sour.

We've been married for six weeks and I'm sick of taking cold showers.

When she arrived, I was thrilled to see the plane land.

But now I'm having to get some relief by using my hand.

Married people are supposed to make love, her behavior is absurd.

I'd really like to kill the idiot who taught her that one english word.

Sexual relations is the only thing that my marriage is lacking.

If she doesn't learn how to say 'yes', I will send her packing.

I'm sure you can understand my frustration and distress.

If you marry a Russian, you'd better hope she can say yes.

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Forever And Always

At night I lie awake and wach you sleep

Right beside me

And I feel an unchanging passion, an irresistable attraction


And the tears pour from my eyes

As I think of you in my life

And I know for the rest of my days

I'll love you forever and always


Girl I know we are meant to be

Although we may disagree

You're still my angel send from above

I'd rather fight with you, than make love with someone else


And the tears pour from my eyes

As I think of you in my life

And I know for the rest of my days

I'll love you forever and always


And I can see you walking down that isle

In that long white dress

This could be your fairytale

Baby, all you have to do is say yes


And the tears pour from my eyes

As I think of you in my life

And I know for the rest of my days

I'll love you forever and always


And the tears pour from my eyes

Because you'll always be in my life

And i know for the rest of my days

I will love you forever and always


I will love you forever and always


Forever and always

Jung Park and his opinion on Marriage

Marriage, what a delicacy. 

But it's better to stay as a celibacy.

If I would marry someone, I'd do it genuinly.

To give love affectionately.


I don't want to do it unintentionally.

It'd be awful if I did it with hesitancy, questionably, and senselessly.

But eventually, I will marry professionally and majestically.




A friendly face is always one to remember, and I remember his the most. 


When we were kids we played together, in highschool we were inseperable. Then in college he became my husband, till death do us part... Thats what we always said. But what we didnt expect was the arguments, two years into marriage and we were both done. We tried to stay together, it was just to hard. After many arguments we decided one last try, one last 'honeymoon' vacation. 


"Lets go to Mount Fuji he says, It'll be fun he said." Beth punched a wall as she angrily muttered mean words about her husband.

Jamie rolled his eyes at his wife, knowing exactly what she was saying about him. Beth took a look at her knuckles with the light on her head, they were bleeding.

She quickly wrapped her bandana around them to stop the blood, "How are we going to get out of here?" She asked.

Jamie looked around the hole they fell into, it was dark, cold, and wet.

They had attempted to climb Mount Fuji on their own, it hadn't worked out so far.

" I don't know Beth, but it looks like there might be something over there." He pointed his light towards something in the distance.

"What is it?" Beth walked towards him, she squinted, it looked like it was almost glowing.

Jamie went to the wall that held the odd glowing object, Beth followed.

It was a gem, a blue glowing gem with small white specs in it. "What do you suppose that is?" Jamie said while poking it.

"Jamie." Beth Squealed "Don't touch it, what if its alien?" Jamie snickered, "Honey I don't think aliens exist." Beth rolled her eyes and smiled. "Haven't you seen the X-Files Jamie? The truth is out there." They both laughed, the most real laugh they've had in many months. 


Jamie and Beth Sighed, Jamie still having his hand on the gem, touched Beth's hand. Then all of a sudden the room lit up, there were many colors, dancing and swirling. Beth closed her eyes, she was afraid, she felt Jamie embrace her. The light stopped, she looked up to see Jamie's eyes very wide. She looked around her, she was in her living room. She ran to the window, and saw everything just as it was when they left home. She turned to her husband, "Alien." 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm not too sure about this story... Really need some feedback on it!


At times think I,

With an intense sigh,

Marriage is not for all,

Since it makes some fall!


When Bacon’s words I remember,

That the unmarried ones serve better,

I feel like extolling the notion,

With a cavernous sensation.


Yet staying spinster is against natural law,


Wedding may not be for the special ones though!

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My most sincere prayer

My Most Sincere Prayer



Dear Lord, thank you for all you have given me. Forgive me my sins, please guide my heart, words and actions that I might be a better man tomorrow. Lord I swear on my soul. If I am given another chance,  I will give her all of me. I will give her honesty and trust.  I will keep my word to her in all things. I will strive to make us both more than we are. I will study and follow your way Lord, lead our house to you , and both of us ultimately into your Kingdom. I swear Lord that should you bless us with a child, it will be raised in your light, knowing of your word and your love. I will hold her above all things in this world, and apriciate her as the most precious gift that she has always been,  but I at times failed to see. I will make her my queen, I will bow before her,  humble in the presence of her grace. I will let her lead me when I am lost. And lead her should she ever be so. I will let her support me and hold me up when I am weary.  And I will never let her fall when she is the same. I will turn away from selfishness in all things, and put her needs and her desires above my own every time I am given the honor of having the opportunity. I promise to serve her, in any way I can every time I can,  and I will be vigilant, ever watching for ways to do so, that she not always need ask, and in so doing serve you. I will never mistreat, disrespect or neglect her. I will speak to her with patience , love and reverence, even should I become angry with her. I will never become lazy or complacent, but instead work tirelessly, that she may rest, or better, we rest togather when our work is done . I will love her Lord, I will love her so that my actions, words, deeds, and my determination to do so make stronger the very meaning of the word. I will conduct myself with composure and calm, never saying anything hurtful, or harsh. I will remember that she is not perfect and I will never expect her to be. Not one day Lord will I ever forget that I am but a poor wretch in her presence, a flawed and undeserving man standing in the light of an angel that you have sent to me. And I promise Lord that on my knees, I would declare every word of this before any who would hear me. Never hiding it from any for the sake of my own pride. I ask for your mercy Lord,  mercy and guidance for a poor sinner and a fool. In the name of Jesus I pray, 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just an actual prayer I wrote down,  I changed the wording to make it flow a little better and strike more romantically,  but it is in its meaning as I prayed it. It's about a woman who has taken me.  This ladles and gentlemen is the real deal.  My entire being has shifted.  I see no one else. After almost 6 years she still sets me on fire.  I still feel that little explosion in my chest every  time I hear her name or see it written. 

The Task


With a few minutes of talking,

She was keen to know more.

Lots of questions, 

Getting intrigued,

Getting astonished,

She never knew he would be like this.


Might as well find a guy like him

Marry him, have kids,

Love endlessly and be happy.


Treat girls like a princess,

Who in the world wouldn't want that?

Exactly as expected,

He wouldn't leave her side.


The only task is to love,

And love without boundaries. 



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Of A Woman Named Rain

Eyes closed.


The distant sound of lazy, rolling waves caresses your ears. You're no stranger to patterns and repetition, but the predictable noise of the tide is somehow different, somehow comforting.


Inhaling deep breaths of salty air that carries the song of no responsibilities or cares, you revel deeply in the foreign sensation of utter tranquility. 


A bird calls from somewhere nearby and it shakes you only slightly from this dream like reverie.


A perfect escape.


You find yourself humming along to the tune of the breeze as it playfully ruffles your hair; the thought of sangria crosses your mind for a brief moment, but drinks are best for leaving the office behind.


And right now, you're in paradise,

no liquor required.


You stretch sore muscles, still stiff from sitting in that damned chair for what feels like days on end. The warm tropical air seems to breathe life back into a weary body.


Your shoulders momentarily shudder. The weight of your normal life unexpectedly seeps in like an unwanted visitor.




You fumble and struggle to push it out of your mind and refocus again on the warmth of the midday sun against your face.


Outside of this place, there's a storm. A relentless hurricane that batters against stability; torrential rains pound against buildings and flooded streets keep you trapped in that  office.


It's a dreary and abysmal existence.


If you think hard enough, you can recall a time when the sun would shine bright, and the sky was an endless sea of the richest blue.

When birds chirped melodies and the trees gladly borrowed  shade with leafy green palms.


Yet what once was life in technicolor gave way to dismal greyscale, and soon the rains came. What was supposed to be a season stretched on for uncomfortable lengths, and one day  you realized the storm was here to stay.


The relentless showering of water upon rooftops, and the continual howling of angry wind was enough to drive a man mad.


Yet you'd caught glimpses of the sun a few times- the briefest moment when the blanket of sullen grey cracked, and for those few seconds, hope was renewed.


Hope that the sun may yet shine again, that the birds may return; the only memories of the storm now collecting in raindrops rolling off their feathers.


It wasn't much, but it kept you holding on, and that's when you stumbled upon the secret place. A hidden corner of the world, somehow untouched by the storm outside.


It was the best and worst thing you could have discovered.


Each visit was a small slice of paradise, a break from watery misery, but your footprints tracked muddy reminders of bleak reality every time you entered. You feined ignorance but couldn't turn a blind eye to what was happening.


White sands, gradually staining with the murky darkness of the storm.


So often you mused to yourself if this place was your savior, or ultimate damnation.

For as pleasant and relaxing as it was, the nagging guilt of leaving others outside  as you indulged in relief left you walking back into the downpour with your head down,  and heart heavy.


It was impossible to tell if this tropical escape was necessary for staying your sanity, or if it was only a matter of time before it too fell prey to the swallowing blackness looming on the doorstep.


Only the roaming hands on the clock face of life could know the answer you searched for. And if you were honest with yourself, nothing else could quite compare to the way this beachy escape could make you feel. It stirred a long dormant part of you awake, and to lose this secret cove could feel like severing a lifeline.


You needed this.


For a man can only take so much mud and water squelching in his shoes before he slips under the same floods that have claimed so many before him.


"Perhaps, just perhaps, ignorance truly is bliss"


With renewed clarity, you dig your toes beneath warm sands  while the seagulls call, and a smile of contentment settles on your face.


When the breeze blows just right,


and the waves crash in tune,


you can nearly drown out the sound of the wailing winds behind you.