I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

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Passion Understood


When in glance her dance

In a freedom beyond chance

Her love will enhance


A Quick Moment


I’m lost

in the time it takes to remember,

a flash of green,

a sordid recall of a dream,

in seconds,

I’m back in her arms again.


morning rush


always slowed

when memory is given pause

a streetlight reminds

quiet soul

a distant shadow

waits a kind remind


A Quiet Ache


If I could pen the words

to make you cry

give you sigh

know just why

I yearn to cradle you

in my arms

I might

own a library

of print

to choose simply

the best selection

of ink.


Muffled Romance


subtle shadows speak

though love to be fair will peak

a memory weak


Words An Audience Might Hear


The way we might begin,

is simple,

we wish to tell you a story,

the rest of course,

the interpretation,

will be up to you,

yet,

for now, here we are,

we stand before you,

in the figure of simplicity,

the human condition.

 

Pay attention to manner,

would be a general direction,

always notice the eyes,

might another suggestion,

the people on the outside,

will want to know everything about you,

by the final curtain.

 

It is the actor’s responsibility

to give the audience a reason to …

understand our purpose,

even if

for only a few minutes of this space

we were able to trigger an emotion,

a response,

a heartfelt analogy

of why it is,

we find ourselves sitting here tonight,

listening, waiting, wanting,

answers that permeate our own,

shallow lives.

 

A certain self imposing energy will be asked,

a fluid reminder far ahead of any curtain call.


Weak In The Knees


I did once

know the rules,

and yet,

while this gradual change

asked for

time, for patience,

for understanding,

I can’t help wonder,

still …

weak in the knees.