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.


When The Rains Come

I’ll always recall,

the beauty of her eyes,

glistening in a tear,

a sweet, soft, surreal

accentuate medley

of misty rains

held our hearts close,

we did remind our love.


I’ll always let a tear drop

when the rains do come,

the soft reality of her

sweet skin sheltered

inside my cradled arms,

the windows wet

inside the spring.


I’ll always know the rains

her love with time, it remains.

May Flower

alone girl

I might imagine
find you,
wish for that moment
when in the quiet
she would
sit soft
fresh spring matting
remind me again
how much did we share
in the cool
setting is our earth
May flowers
bloom sorrows

Sweet Symbolic Smile

flow it may awhile

be the sweet regard her smile

like the river Nile

Into Moonlight

These moments,

when I suddenly feel the urgency,

I’m going to risk it all,

I’m wanting to bring you with me,

for that second my inspiration will say,


I will want you,

in the fleeting aspiration

of a hot summer night,

I’ll sacrifice everything to hold you in my arms,

to feel your skin touch my own, under the moon.

Silent Yearn

though the day be long

precious heart may now belong

let her smile, sweet song

Only Tears Might Speak

I’m not writing you,

I can no longer see through

just out of the blue

Whisper Soft This Pain

Cannot the sky speak to a stranger’s cry,

the midnight eery,

the lasting response of nature,

lost inside an abyss

of silent reality, this pain.


Oh to understand the fix,

the gentle reminder of how love

seems always the curse,

the piece that will upset

with all hers, his, there is no peace.


Yet while the world remains

two hearts will tear in unison,

no longer the smile,

less the patience has drifted beyond,

a calling of favor.


We are the reason love does cause pain.