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.

On Addiction

When Driven By Words

Have we been replaced?

the crumpled being in the corner mumbled,

to a jury of peers

who in quiet realize,

believe they will never allow themselves …


Yet his clothes are shabby,

the same pinstripe with a Jerry Garcia tie

pink button down oxford, and well-shined shoes,

he possessed years earlier,

during that last summit,

the day he resigned from today’s society.


Still, no one wonders where he is,

why he became,

how a life can turn beyond,

the normalcy of the human condition.

The new normal some might argue,

he might argue,

she might not care anymore,

given all the energy she spent defending

a frame of mind,

he no longer understood, or chose to wonder …


The idealism in surprise,

the beauty of spontaneity,

the sacrifice of one’s own belief system,

in order to complement

The Man.

We are all too easily duped

by pretty sights,

and warm surroundings,

to such a degree of departure,

we sometimes do forget …


the crumpled man in soft murmurs.

There is Beauty

when on a crisp autumn morning,

she wears a favorite sweater,

not for her,

for my eyes,

for she doesn’t care,

she wants to be warm,

where else could I find

such a beautiful storm.


If while the ski hill would buzz,

she could swing by,

with poles in hand,

the rush of her smile,

would bring me to my knees,

to imagine her tucked tight

in garments to always accentuate

she was right,

she was so right.


when the sun that day,

took her legs with me,

through Central Park,

her ass dancing

pretty skin in silks

enough to show me

just where my hands

my own two hands,


where my hands begin.


If we could simply love one another

might we then  beg to know

how to preserve such beauty,

the lass with the long braids,

the svelte figure,

the desire to move our world,

the need to simply be,

and let love always be her world