DRAMAS,ACTION,COMEDYS,FANTASY-SWORD AND SORCERY, SCI-FI.

ROCK (ALL FORMS), R&B, JAZZ, SALSA,HIP HOP, NO RAP CRAP,REGGAE(BOB MARLEY).

RIDING (HARLEYS & BICYCLES),SWIMMING, SAILING, ROWBOATING, PHOTOGRAPHY, DANCING, MODEL BUILDING. DID I MENTION POETRY. I HAVE THESE ON POETRY.COM, A FEW SMALL REVISIONS AND THEY'RE PERFECT.

"BIKER BLUES"
I rode my Harley one early morn
Unknowing my peace would soon be torn.
Approaching a light that was so green
With just one car that could be seen.
My bike was in the center lane
The path I took was very plain.
I traveled South, the car faced North,
At the light it was stopped as I went forth
The light was still green and shining bright
And then my joy turned into fright
The car that was stopped just turned left
Of options or moves I was now bereft.
I hit that car and flew in space
Then landed hard but saved my face.
My arm was broken, I'd snapped the bone,
Now here I sat on the ground alone.
The bike was fifteen feet from where I fell
It was smashed, leaking and looked like hell.
I remembered how it shined and looked new
Only to hear,"I did not see you."


BIKER BLUES II
The day was cool
The morning bright,
My bike's a jewel
And I'm feeling right.
The light had changed
From red to green.
I'm moving on
And running clean.
There was a car way up ahead
Facing me, but sitting dead.
I waited for the turn to come;
I'm going to wait, I'm not dumb.
She didn't move and so I went;
That is when my life got bent.
My arm was broke and o'er I flew,
To hit the ground all black and blue.
I opened my eyes and saw the sky,
And needed to know the where and why.
"Look what you did to my Harley and me!"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I did not see."

This one I wrote as I continued to see images in the papers and on TV. I couldn't release the anger so I tried to at least release the emotion.

9/11
I saw the first tower burn on TV.
The second hit then changed me.
I couldn't believe what I just saw,
The towers were burning, open and raw.
Driving to work, I saw from the road
The fire, the smoke,the plumes so bold.
The way they looked like an eleven candle;
Was more than my eyes or heart could handle.
Death had come down from the sky.
All I could do was sit, stare and cry.
Anger and pain welled up in my chest,
Right then I knew we would lose the best.
Moms, dads, firefighters and cops,
Trying to save lives, pulling all stops.
The towers fell, there was nowhere to hide;
And with those folks part of me died.
I did not know them, not one at all,
But in my mind they all stand tall.
They were New Yorkers, just like me,
From the home of the brave, land of the free.

EVERYTHING BY STEPHEN KING, CLIVE CUSSLER,JAMES CLAVELL AND ROBERT JORDAN.

THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE FROM MY PERSPECTIVE ARE; A GREAT RIDE, A GREAT LOVE AND A GREAT LAUGH.I TRY TO POSSESS THEM ALL OR SURROUND MYSELF WITH OTHERS THAT HAVE THEM. LIFE IS TO SHORT AND MOVES TO FAST TO SIT AROUND AND SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF.

WOMEN IN BOOTS,SHORTS,TANK TOPS,LOW-CUT BLOUSES,LINGERIE,BED. JUST ABOUT ANYTHING OR NOTHING.DRESS SUITS, PANT SUITS, BIRTHDAY SUITS.
THE SOUND OF HARLEYS ON THE ROAD, THE SMELL OF THE SEA.

PEOPLE WITH BAD ATTITUDES,ANGRY DRUNKS,IRATE BOYFRIENDS AND HUSBANDS; PEOPLE WITH NO SENSE OF HUMOR AND PHONY SELF-IMPORTANT BS ARTISTS.