IS THERE EVER A SERIOUS SIDE TO ME?

Jest a few lil ole words and thoughts from a country boy. Turn on your speakers, click on the lil triangle if the music doesnt start right away and enjoy!


WITH BONDLESS FAITH (1959)


With all these long and lonely nites, I've been without you,

Eyes staring into black emptiness,

Striving to bring back the contours of your face,

Or to picture again, on that small black screen,

Some happy things we did.



The walks we took, the movies we saw,

The nervous caress of your fingers,

Unspoken words we both knew, but failed to say,

When our first parting came.



Sometimes, when lonliness is too much,

I whisper a prayer 

That God will bring you 

Happiness and peace.



On prayers like these; I build, with bondless faith,

This belief that someday I shall come to you,

Or you to me, and that the heartaches of today

Will cease with the unfolding years.



And when we are together, I will know then,

As I know now, that the tears I've shed,

And the prayers I've shed, and the joy I've known,

Will only help make you that much dearer.


S W Womack
1959, Lackland AFB, TX

NOTE: The long version of this is on another page entitled Mystery Woman


Untitled, written about 1984/5, November.

There are those who think time dims memory.
However, some memories remain as vivid as when created.
Oftentimes, pleasant memories are created that are best forgotten.
Yet, to give them up leaves an empty void, perhaps never to be refilled.

A baby's cry, a baby's first step, a baby's first word.
A first date, the first kiss, a first embrace.
Soft lights, soft music, a warm and comfortable place.
All of these create memories, best never forgotten.

Sometimes we play with fire because of memories.
Especially when memories originate from a never-before situation.
A spark is lit, fanned into an almost all consuming flame.
Later but an ember, never to be extinguished.

Memories stay with us, creating a longing and desire.
We often pull those memories from the depths of our minds.
Sometimes they torment us, leaving us unsatisfied.
Because an emptiness has been created that must be filled.

Sometimes nothing can be done to fill that emptiness.
For the most part it will remain unfilled.
The ember ever smouldering, waiting to be fanned.
Fanned into a flame again and again.

Perhaps that flame may never again burn.
Perhaps it never did except in ones mind.
But one always thinking, always wondering.
What if?


Written mid 1980's or so:

I REMEMBER

I remember two bodies lying close beside,
I remember the warmth, the touch of flesh upon flesh.
I remember the softness.
I remember the tenderness of the night.

I remember a head on my shoulder, a leg draped over mine,
I remember hands on my body, tender and light.
I remember the touch of a breast,
I remember one inside a gown, the other bare.

I remember embraces.
I remember the feeling after a kiss.
I remember the soft, warm glow of candlelight.
I remember the silken smoothness of bare skin.

I remember a night of closeness,
I remember a night of love.
I remember that night,
I remember I was only dreaming.

But, I remember.
.


The 80's was perhaps a time of reflection and whatever:


Fireplace

What is a fire place?
Brick or stone and mortar,
Commanding a lion's share of a wall,
Yet, creating a glow of warmth and love.

Before the fireplace we sit,
Basking in it's warmth.
Sharing the flicker of the flames,
The dying embers.

We sit on the hearth,
Remembering times gone by,
Sharing a treasure moment,
or two.

We share each other, creating moments to remember,
Touching,loving caring,
Lost in the presence of one another,
Hating to leave until the last dying ember.

Before the fire I beheld,
And touched an angel.
Sharing a moment to treasure,
Knowing that encounter would be the last.

That time was against us ever reaching the
lilting crescendo,
Known to many,
But never to us.

Yet, in that brief time, I knew.
Something happened to alter us each forever.
A moment shared no one could understand,
No one but us.

We learned we could share together as one,
Without letting the physical overcome the emotional.
Things might have happened,
They didn't.

I was not taken for granted,
Nor the other.
I was not obligated,
Nor the other.

For that,
I am not ashamed.
I am at peace
With the world.

The bond of friendship
Is stronger now,
The understanding,
Greater.

I thank you my fireplace,
Before you I held,
And touched an angel.
For that I am a better man.

Fond rememberances
Will abide forever.
Thank you again,
Fireplace.



EMOTIONS/DREAMS/FANTASIES

I have many mixed emotions now.
I look at a fire in a fireplace,
Any fireplace, and in it I see
An image, a face, a dream, a fantasy.

Perhaps I have thoughts I shouldn't have.
I am not ashamed of them at all.
For a brief time I was allowed to
Enter another world.

A world where I was
Not taken for granted.
Where softness and
Tenderness reigned.

For a short time I held someone,
and time stood still.
As if it had always been so,
As if a dream come true.

The stillness, the flicker of flames,
The soft,silken smoothness of bare skin.
Music providing a background,
To a scene forever treasured.

A cuddly closeness,
An inner peace of mind.
A thought of being unreal,
Yet, real it was.

Only a fool would not want
That closeness and feeling again,
And, a fool,
I am not.

Natural ease of each other's presence,
Nothing to hide.
An electrical charge in the air,
But, an inner restraint prevailed.

Something could have happened,
The desire, the want was there,
The situation was right.
Yet, nothing did.

I cannot say, in truth,
Where I regret nothing happened;
Or, am relieved it didn't.
Until time dims the memory, I will wonder.

When I sit or lie by the fireplace,
my thoughts drift.
Drift back to a night,
A night that will haunt me forever.

Did it really happen?
Or, was it just a dream?
Was it the craziness of the time,
Or, someting pure, natural, warm and sweet?

Before the embers and the flames,
A bit of heaven came into my life forever.
Something that time will dim,
But never completely fade away.

If I am a bit more reserved in later days,
If there has been a change in me.
More thoughtfuul, less vocal and outgoing,
Perhaps it is for the best.

The shock was great, a longing there,
Better kept within.
The inner turmoil will subside,
Tho, fondness will remain.

Perhaps I am a fool,
Thinking this way.
Maybe one day I will awaken,
Realizing it was only a dream and fantasy.

But, oftentimes, dreams and fantasies
Provide a meaning for existence.
I know, for a time,
Those dreams and fantasies will exist.



The 70's and 80's could have been prolific years..


A THOUGHT
Understanding between individuals is a very important thing.
For with understanding comes even greater love and respect.

To live, you must let live.
To love, you must let love.
To be understood, you must also understand.
To be cared for, you to care for others as well as yourself.

For others to respect you, you must respect them as they are;
and give them the right to be what they are. Just as you want
to be as you are.

Life is a funny thing. Constantly changing.
An individual must adapt to a given situation; and,
accept it for what it is. Never looking at it as there is nothing more than the surface appearance.

Always look deeper than the surface. Always understand what you are looking for; and, then fully comprehend what you find.

Look at a situation from all sides. Weigh each side against the other and come up with the best possible answer for all concerned.
Not just yourself.



ME
(Definition Analysis paper, English 101, Jan 27, 1981, grade B+)

I am me, I am myself, I am what I am.

I am an individual with my own opinions, ideas, feelings,
likes, dislikes, desires.

I am flesh, blood and bone.

I am a person I can laugh, cry, see hear, touch smell and talk.
I can feel joy or hurt as anyone can.
I am not a superhuman that nothing bothers.

I can give, I can take, I can love when it is wanted. I can
accept others as they are; if, they can accept me as I am.

I can change my way if a better way is given me.
I am flexible enough to adapt.

I respect the right of others to be the way they are - to be themselves with their own individuality.

I speak and they are my words, not anothers. My words are spoken in my way and should be taken, understood and respected for what they are; not for what someone wants them to be; or, the way
someone wants to hear them.

My love, my life does not stop when things do not always go my way. I may not always understand everything that is said and done; as others may not understand me.

I meet each day with a challenge; my head high.
I look the world in the eye and say,

"Hi world, I'me me, Just me. I can feel as I feel, love as I love, need as I need, want as I want. I'm just me, world, and I can take your challenge of life and meet you on even terms!"

"I will not give in to your petty idiosyncracies and lie down and take it! You will have to accept the fact that I am flesh, blood and bone; and that I have feelings, true, deep feelings. You will have to
playalong with me.
I have emotions that run strong. I have a live and I intend to live that life to the fullest without letting you get me down, world. Oh, rest assured, you may think you have me down at times; but, look out!
I will bounce back stronger than before, stand right up, look you in the eye."

"Get thee behind me world, watch me. Help if you must; but never, never hinder me. I have earned my right to be an individual within myself."

'I am me, I am myself, I am what I am."



LIFE-LOVE-TIME-SPACE

If I had the time to explore all avenues of live, I would gladly look
for someone loving and caring to explore life with.

For what is life? Nothing, nothing at times but a dark emptiness
surrounding like a vacuum those without the bright, warmth and
happiness of love.

Sunshine lightens the darkness of night into day. Love lightens
the darkness of lonliness in to a bright and happy feeling.
A rising crescendo of beautiful, lilting voices in the night
that opens a hearts door to sunshine and music.

Music that lifts one from the lowest depths of lonely despair
and places that person on top of the tallest mountain. Music rising
to the greatest heights and exploding in an orgasm of love and
happiness that leaves one standing in awe and reverance from a
feeling heretofore unknown to mind.

One stands on that mountain, proclaiming love, hope, faith and
devotion for a person who has loved enough to remove them from the
dark depths into the bright warmth of love and happiness.

To love, one must truly be loved. Love is reciprocal and radiates
from those fortunate enough to have tru love with one another, a
glow, an unmistakable glow, recognizable at any time, day or night,
to those two lucky people.

One can find love, life hope and a glow with someone. One can find
sunshine and warmth with another, now, tomorrow, forever and always.
The road may be rocky and rough at times; but travel that road with
love and faith in one another. Never forgetting that at the end of
that road is a brighter and happier day.

One can travel any road, any time, any where, without fear. For there is
someone in thoughts and in love; even tho time and space may
separate them for awhile.

Soon, very soon they will be together. Loving, laughing, happy. Perhaps
falling deeply in love. Running, skipping down that road of love.

May the light of love glow forever and always. May each road be taken
as it comes with faith and love. May music always play for us.
For Time, Life and Love are ours.
With them we can whip the world.

S W Womack
Thailand, Aug 5, 1975


This was written, albeit hurriedly, for a friend to give to his "sweets"
1984 or 1985.

SWEETS

There is something in your smile,
That could make one walk a mile,
And whether you believe it or not
That ain't all you got.

You have a way about you my sweet,
Of knocking people of their feet.
You have such adorable eyes,
Brown and round that create sighs.

And to be said, "What the heck,
You have a very cute little neck."
You're classy, sweet and young,
Forever in my memory a portrait is hung.

There in the recess of memory it will be,
Forever and ever for to see.
Never fading, ever clear,
Remembrance, always near.

Wherever you go,
or whatever you do.
Remember always,
A friend who cares for you.

Sam Womack - AZ, 1984 or 85



The road to success is fraught with blood, sweat, tears, resistance,
sadness, broken hearts. But at the end lies love, happiness and peace of mind
Womack, Little Rock AFB, AR 1972


Anonymously written but good thoughts:

Remember this:

Be good, but not too good--a little naughty but not too naughty.
Say a prayer if you feel that way. Say damn if it gives you consolation.

Be kind to the world always, if possible--yet if you must be unkind,
Smash left and right, get it over with, and forget it!

Smile, always smile--Have a smile ready even though it sometimes hurts.
Grab all the happiness you can, wherever and whenever you can--don't
Let even a wee bit slip past you.
Live, above all things, live; dont simply exist.

If you are blessed enough to know what real love is--love with all
your heart, soul and body.

Live your life so that at any hour you will be able to shake hands
with your self knowing you have done one worthwhile thing that day.

Then when night comes, you will be able to pull up the covers
and say to yourself, "I have done my best."


Written by me I dont remember when but after a Thanksgiving holiday some
years ago.


"Sometimes if you're lonely, by yourself and need someone to talk to,
remember dreams and fantasies. Great things to overcome lonliness and
depression. For in them we can forget the world, relax and smile."
As Roy Orbison said, "Things never are as bad as they seem, so dream,
dream, dream." With dreamers, we would not, could not exist! Sam/1996.


I have no idea what really compelled me to write or keep these.
Perhaps hard-headness, perhaps stupidity, perhaps an early lapse of senility.
Perhaps I become too sentimental at imes, let things get into my head, trying to turn dreams into reality.

Whatever the reason, I have saved them here in case the original paper gets lost, destroyed or otherwise cannot be located.

Sam, August 11, 1996

SAM'S PLACE