tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80519753860697314192024-03-07T19:59:48.312-08:00The Diary Of A Nice GuyDealing with the world, life, matters of the Heart, and its most precious resource, "Love"Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.comBlogger238125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-58538881332739300742024-01-09T21:56:00.000-08:002024-01-09T21:56:19.512-08:00<h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">....Hello!!</span></h2><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;">....Yes, it's been awhile, but I'm here and still figuring out how to poetically manage my thoughts. It's a New Year, so let's be reintroduced. I am Son Of Paris and this is my </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"The Diary Of A Nice Guy."</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">1/01/2024</span></b></p>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-15332842069176173822019-06-07T10:53:00.001-07:002019-06-07T10:53:47.200-07:00Did It All For The Gram....<div style="text-align: center;">
<p class="p1" style="text-align: center;"><span class="s1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">....Her relationship with the ‘Gram more important than the one with you She has. Shy with the cam when you’re Gordan Parks behind the lens, capturing all Her Ugly parts that You definitely see as Beauty in the darkroom of Life. Instead, it’s the Hef’s in robes always sleeping on Her who She prefers to Focus on Her Assets Playboy. Your Lust For Love is not Her Lingo. She speaks Bullshit and comprehends Frauds, and no Babbel could ever fix that. It is a language barrier built up by the Child in Her. Tearing it down you’d need nine lives of patience, and a time machine, “B2TF.”</span></p></div> Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-41371280644608833932018-09-25T19:59:00.001-07:002018-09-25T19:59:05.773-07:00....But Why Though?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font size="4" face="Times">........Her Bare was Elegance. It was all about Her curves, and not Her curves. Naked was his Heart. His Feelings Taboo to Her, She preferred he cover them up. Shamed for having Cupid shot admiration for Her. Emotions unwanted. Heir to rejection, antidote optimism, only made him admire Her more. Only made him eye Her more. Only made him more consistent. Don Julio and Tito’s chaperoned the mood. Deep talks painted the surface. Her Life and his life both paralleled in journey, even though the script was written different. But why though? Why two Lives so familiar seem so stranger?</font></span></div>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-7189131690774172592016-08-03T10:30:00.001-07:002016-08-03T10:47:45.725-07:00An Eye For An Eye........<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">........Liking someone more than they like you is such a tough feeling to navigate. Most crash before the driving ever takes place. It's an Emotional Battle with Balance. You fiend for them to miss you the way you miss them, even if it's only been a few seconds, minutes, or hours elapsed between the time you last spoke with them. You fiend for them to get lost in that same space you've gotten lost in, where day dreams of sentimental scenes starring them are dreamed. You desire them to desire the same desires as you do and more. You kiss the back of your hand simulating a kiss between your lips, and you hope they simulate the same kiss you've kissed. First and last to text, you wish for the wins to be neck and neck, both beating one another to the punch evenly. The climax you reach for putting smiles on their face, you hope they lust the same kind of orgasmic. The Proactive-Premeditated Effort you put toward their Happiness you crave they're just as calculated. It's not about an eye for and eye, but it's an eye for an eye. Hand to hand, you practice clutching your fingers together so that you're familiar with the expression "As One" when you're fingers finally meets theirs, and you wish for your dedication to be a dedication they're just as dedicated to. Head resting on hands palm to palm, you pray to Jehovah, Jesus, or Allah and beg that one of them is listening, so that the message reaches them, "Her" clearly. Liking someone more than they like you is such a tough feeling to navigate.</span></div>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-4262721293094180482015-08-27T02:52:00.001-07:002015-08-27T02:52:01.520-07:00Facts according to Life...............The most favorite thing I know, is that everyone tells at least one lie.Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-73711828529018229442015-08-02T11:17:00.001-07:002015-08-02T11:17:25.504-07:00R.I.P........Sometimes for your own sanity you must give your Love for them a funeral. Kiss the feelings and Emotions gently on the cheek, then whisper "Rest in Peace." No tears, it's in a better place now. Seal the coffin with a smile, no need to throw dirt on it.Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-7944765892709972932015-06-14T22:54:00.001-07:002015-12-22T00:42:31.680-08:00Her........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">........All Her past regret not being Her future.</span></div>
Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-29522436195626873412015-01-09T21:48:00.001-08:002015-03-27T08:17:19.728-07:00Shadows........<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><b>.....It's Her Shadow he envies and wants to be, because it shares Her with no one. It hides Her when She most needs to be hidden. Occasionally only showing face when the sun just happens to be in the right place, and only then. Vampire in Her night, its the Love in Her Heart that feeds the appetite. "It's Her Shadow he envies and wants to be though, because it shares Her with no one."</b></span>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-85974441627867257192014-12-15T10:14:00.001-08:002014-12-15T13:25:01.751-08:00Armor....<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>........Knight and Shining, "Her Armor."<br>But is the weld well? Jousting doubt for the prize, "Her Heart." No keys to Her chastity, trying to break the lock. "Rapunzel, let your hair down and climb away with he. For there is far more beyond that tiny little window that is trying to make you believe that you have seen all that you can see." A Sleeping Beauty She's been. Kiss he, and wake up from all the years of lost dreaming, to finally dream the dreams that remind you that you're living. Summer in the winter, an available nose flares wide open smelling the fresh scent of resurrection. Her Resurrection. It's redemption. No victim, The Victor. Losing is the illusion, winning is the real magic. She is magic. Seen all in Her eye; Her third, right and left. Sexy!! She flaunts Her appeal, confident appeal, like nice legs in mini skirts and high heels. Drawn to Her light trying not to be blinded by Her taste for extreme thrill. To avoid becoming just another face in Her option race. "Knight and Shining, "Her Armor." But is the weld well?" </i><br></span>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-75992781545683533522014-09-18T22:11:00.001-07:002014-09-18T22:13:38.831-07:00Quotes Of The Day......By Me......Life is the truth to the lie you're trying to tell, and it don't lie, EVER!!Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-5187901422073484342014-07-12T14:41:00.001-07:002014-09-18T22:09:20.484-07:00Scorpion Flower.........Scorpion Flower. Her sting is Tortured Bliss. Violent with Her touch, it's purposeful, but to whom more? You or Her? She fingers Emotions, pulls on them, like puppet strings. Making Pinocchio's who are no more than just hard wood move how She wants them to move and when She wants them to move. It's Her Art, like puppeteers. Scorpion Flower. Her sting is Tortured Bliss.Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-11542056034479766202014-06-04T10:12:00.001-07:002014-06-04T10:12:56.840-07:00"Full of Grace........"<i>....Full of Grace. Hail, not hell. All burn, no ash. Her mirrors are smoke free. She's the cross to bury the past. For Her, one must fast, and not move fast. It's the crease in Her smile that makes the chase for miles all worthwhile. It's subtle, wide and mistaken for not polite even. All teeth showing She means it honestly. Pep in Her 9's, She lends a few, too kind, when the clouds shade bright the color of night, erasing any thoughts of exhausting 9 lives. Daddies Son, but not Daddies Son, plan's to stick around whether this thing between is lost or found. When the sun shines blind, She can still show you the light. When the wind decides mute, and blows all silent you can still feel the cool in Her breeze. The grip in Her fingers never leave lonely palms lonely. She's dreamy, but non fiction amongst the fiction fixated on jaded. Her ripples, calm as still lakes. Pressure burst pipes, but Her pressure on pipes burst with Pleasure.......Full of Grace. Hail, not hell. All burn, no ash. Her mirrors are smoke free.......</i>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-27437801459816838142014-04-30T10:42:00.001-07:002014-04-30T10:42:10.458-07:00It's Been A While......<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><b><i>....Lips for hire, but no pay required. No charity, gentle touches are volunteered. Heart for Heart, transplanting mutual Feelings is the Feeling wanting to be filled, needing to be filled. Affectionate and Attentive compliments now, but back then, Never!! Guess realizing needed time to realize. Timid, like kid's first day at kindergarten. Afraid to step on in and learn what's never been learned. Schooling at home is teaching it wrong. Home isn't always where the Heart is, sometimes it's in a world "Far From The Madding Crowd." Best for Marriage, Worst for Work, yet They Work. Lust is Love, not Loving to Lust. Different for others, but this is Truth, Trust......</i></b></p>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-27325090895138294482014-03-20T20:49:00.001-07:002014-03-20T20:49:30.514-07:00Her........Again<i>........Her taste, he wonders. Her fears, he knows not enough about them. Her Lover’s, he envies. Her Family, he wants to be a part of. Her Heart, he wants to be responsible for. Her past, he doesn’t want to change, but Her future he does. Her child, he wants to father. Her arms, he wants to rest in. Her kisses, he wants to exchange his for. Her joys, he wants to share in. Her pains, he wants to ease. Her secrets, he cares to know about, but cares nothing about. Her Devil and Her Angel, he wants to know them both. Her story, he wants to read more of, and never read enough. Her, Her and Her, he wants more of.</i>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-35907511237846748412014-01-29T19:26:00.001-08:002014-01-29T19:26:16.930-08:00Electric Red......<i>....Lips painted Electric Red, but is Her Heart too? Invited by every man, but is the one She makes the one, the one? Infamous Beauty, but is Her Ugly just as Pretty? "Lips painted Electric Red, but is Her Heart too?</i>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-49869752974542601832013-09-28T11:50:00.001-07:002013-09-28T11:50:52.136-07:00"Ocean"<div>....Go ahead, let them stick their name in your sand, because I like being the ocean that I am. Plus my tide erases all the temporary things.</div>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-23065572338799552472013-09-04T20:16:00.001-07:002013-09-04T20:16:00.327-07:00Annoyed With Being Annoying........<span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>......Annoyed with being annoying. Avoid being voided is the voyage. "Strike one!!" No two or three, can't afford it. Swing for the fence, not the bench. She claws, like lions fighting when clawing. Serpent of the night, She chews and spits them out, "Praying Mantis." In Her hive is where the bear wants to bee, licking Her honey til it's bare and all honey free. Dreams Dream Too Dreamy. Cup on empty, begging for it to spilleth over, runneth over. Her Faithful Parishioner, thirsting for Her Holy Water. Fighting thru the Knights, night after night for a seat at Her RoundTable. Next to them his sward appears dull, the curse, not the weakness of being a Lover and not a fighter. "Annoyed with being annoying."</b></span><div><span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></span></div>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-41896743610058565712013-08-20T13:51:00.001-07:002013-08-20T13:51:03.020-07:00"His Investment's Return"<span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">.....He only gets jealous when it comes to Her, which is never a good representation of one's confidence, but he'd always much rather be represented by his honesty, than by his deceiving. He's wanted Her so bad, for season after season, so much so that he sold off pieces of his bravado, his assuredness, and his cockiness in hopes of cashing in on Her caramel-pearl gold, "Her prize," to simply have a place in Her life worth its weight in meaning. "Sometimes he gets jealous and this is why......"</span>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-23729138208202163322013-08-12T12:38:00.001-07:002013-08-12T12:38:43.727-07:00"Purple Rain"<span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><b>.....Babies Tears and Eggshells he walks on. But magic carpets and day dreams he floats on. It's the steel in Her smile and the Goofy in Her tickle, "Her laugh" that quakes his giggle silently loud. It's the freedom between Her thighs and the Love in Her Heart that hides, but seeks to be found. It's Her taste in music, Her fiend for rhythm. It's Her soul's addiction for social venting. Her Living with no apologies. Her Life's Limits, there are none. Her curves; his fingers fiend to trace and walk on, dance on and whisper kisses on. Her desired flavor; this month, the next, the next after that, then after that and so on. Her elusive presence; hardly seen so the hunt for Her breed intensifies. Her trophy, "Top Prize." Goose bumps rise like mini mountains and lust trembles his body, like bass beats. An atheist he'll be for this Beautiful Devil......."Amen!!"</b></span>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-83370445580433031022013-07-02T03:21:00.001-07:002013-07-02T03:21:14.926-07:00Vegas, The Sin In Her City......<b><span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">....Got lost in the steam of it all, didn't realize it was just the fog being a fraud. She spoke razor and made him dream of it all, dank in his vein, leaving him to fiend for Her call. The sin in Her city he wanted to be Her Vegas, but She seemed apprehensive, too scared to bet on him, or maybe he wasn't worth the gamble to Her, or maybe She just wasn't a gambler. The dealer She is though so the decks in Her hands, </span><span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); ">it always is, and he's just a number seated in place, waiting to be dealt with, tapped on the shoulder and Knighted. Got lost in the steam of it all, didn't realize it was just the fog being a fraud though.</span></b>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-84622235497556203342013-06-30T22:27:00.001-07:002013-06-30T22:27:36.878-07:00Spiteless is right............Been in Love a time or two, when the feeling wasn't mutual. I blamed and shamed Her for not being in Love with me too, and that's wrong to do, but what would you do? Exactly!! You'd hurt spitefully too.Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-34925709642745750572013-06-05T12:22:00.001-07:002013-06-05T12:22:07.803-07:00Letters Of Love....Postage Paid!!<div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); "><b>......What a blessing it's been to have received your attention, goes without mention. Thankful for your invention, my life has new mission, "To Earn You Miss's." Attracted to your resilience. Hurdling the fences meant to cripple your potential is Olympic. Epic is our pairing, "Electric!!" We are power. Party for two, "I want to eat my cake only with you.</b></div>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-39517689432053920662013-05-18T13:04:00.001-07:002013-05-18T13:05:01.067-07:00Quotes Of The Day......By Me<span style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><i><b>"....Superman was the result of someone wanting to be something other than self. Just be Clark, it's ok. ......And that's a Superman, being Self!!"</b></i></span>Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-45414642300482502232013-05-01T17:33:00.001-07:002016-08-03T10:44:18.349-07:00Donut............Ain't no glaze on being angry. Naww, it's dry and unsavory.Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8051975386069731419.post-19685733132066185512013-04-01T13:29:00.001-07:002013-04-01T13:31:15.767-07:00Quotes Of The Day....By Me"....A sucker for meetings that never went nowhere. Even missed connections are meant to be, because how else would you know what's meant to be, when it's meant to be?"Son Of Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14435180768202244026noreply@blogger.com0