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By Howard "Sergio" Tucker

I am…we are…not quite what it seems to be

To live…to love…to pray…to struggle…to make believe

So easy to fit in that comfortable place, so emotionally open, so playfully sensuous, so rousingly wet and delightfully indecent

Got to let go that sexy sweet smoky attraction…my power addiction to fulfill her every need

Got to let go, as much as it pains me…not to feel her caress my mind a thousand miles away

Got to let go so the ideal comes from what God asked me to be

I know there is…compatibility

Willing to accept our baggage claims from across the isle

Understands by an honest word sans righteous judgment, irrational thought or erratic deed…

Past the drama, past the unspoken expectations, past the uncertain reality

Finding the balance

Finding the peace

Finding the strength

Continue the searches…continue the wait…continue to pray…continue to get myself straight…

I continue to prepare for that day.

© 5/25/10

On to Zion! On to Zion!

By Howard "Sergio" Tucker

My name is Joseph, dreamer of dreams, man of many colors, sold into exile by my envious brothers, falsely accused by one scorned, imprisoned and forsaken yet my Lord finds favor in me…and I prosper.

I see the City of Zion glorious and blazing in the mid day sun…many are called, few are chosen…to enter her wondrous gates. Zion, the refuge, from mock trials and trivial persecutions, from the wilderness of ridicule and the desert of doubt, from the abyss of the single minded and myopic, from the chaos of those who relish discord, from the whimpering of those who are weak and from those that wield the staff of manipulation, mediocrity and deceit…

My name is Joseph, my father mourns thinking I am dead, through lies yet the Lord protects me…and I prosper. I see the gates of Zion far off in the distance…my feet ache to tread on her blessed soil yet my progeny shall find sanctuary behind her walls, the weeping and wailing shall give way to rejoicing and praise…

My name is Joseph, long suffering are my children, miss-guided chasing shadows and glorifying shame…oh the Earth reeks of the waste from their wealth squandered…Zion, no need for money…Zion, no need for clothes….naked, pure, without shame or lust, thus in Zion all are equal in spirit, yes in Zion there are no casts, no tribes, no miscreants…my father shouts with joy knowing that I am safe…the Lord continues to look favorably upon me…and I prosper!

My name is Joseph, dreamer of dreams, man of many colors, teller of truths; hold fast to thy honor and integrity…these; my children are the keys to the gates...behold the sun and she is magnificent!

Post Script:

Stand by my side Sweet Mystery…there is faith, joy, love and much laughter for thee…in Zion.

Thus ends the Musings of Sergio Diablo.

I Wait

By Howard "Sergio" Tucker

To have her hand in mine

To see God's blessings in her eyes

To feel her excitement as we play

To hear her say my name

To hold her gently into the new day

I wait

To laugh at her silly self

To take her dreams seriously

To protect her from my childish ways

To hold her steady through the winds of uncertainty

To make plans beyond today

I wait

To have her feel like it's the first time

To be the man that walks by her side

To hold her closely in my sexy way

To shout the Joy that He sends from above

To indulge in her fragrance of love…I must say

I wait

© 3/22/2010