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 poetry

Me


The pain is greater than I might ever have imagined.

In the silence I reach

gasping

it all feels very simple

the knowledge of

coming to terms

with who I might be

today

in this my quiet alone.

 

When just beyond the edge,

we can see this fantasy,

this world we allowed our imagination

to find a foundation,

we in the throes of our passion,

ignore the signs,

the indications that would

now

haunt our own somber

occasions.

 

I find it rather funny how words can suddenly relate,

seems right,

accurate,

there isn’t any need to negotiate

new terms

for its true identity

is in the reactions we alone

can muster

while trying to swim through

all this realistic confusion.

 

We do love, people, do honor the truth,

we can we know we did we will we might we

always we

instead of relying upon only me.


quiet romance


oh to stroll in eyes

there wonder their property

no certain disguise


While You Were Sleeping


I took pause,

leaned into your figure,

wrapped my fingers around loose strands of your hair,

let them fall on my chest,

your legs intertwined with my own,

covered in a single sheet,

white,

draping our lives,

I took my hand and felt for the small of your back,

just above your buttocks,

I ran my fingertip up your spine,

until finding a place to lay my palm,

pressing my hand gently, and then with both hands

I now spread my fingertips,

so I could envelop your shoulders,

soft, naked, resting flesh,

safe in my hands,

I watched you,

sleep in peace,

I took pause.

 

I return here often

when I cannot have you

laying next to me,

only a memory,

the sweet breath of your gasp,

the easy rolling melody of your settling

into my own world,

it was you and me,

it was you,

and this was a me,

I had not known existed anymore,

yet now,

while I watched your body move in the linen,

when my fingertips aroused your recall,

it was there I knew,

this was a certain elegance,

that we had known,

we knew,

we found,

we began and we did rest,

and I would pause,

while a tear

would suddenly appear in the corner of my eye,

I was awake

to watch your beauty

your sleep,

a peace …

 

I could touch,

you.


Living Inside The Movie ‘Crash’


I would live there,

that corner,

near all the action,

where a million different lives,

were modeled around

each other,

to be no different,

to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.

I would live on that block,

I could fall in love with the feeling,

of finally understanding,

we might just as well,

be the same as the other,

rather than continue the battle.

I would live there

if I could have you …

live the world in happy,

to fashion each other’s eyes.


Midnight Tangle


wrapped in a pause thrown

fright is in a soft shade shone

love eternal grown


When Last Night Whispers


In the reality of my dreams,

I watched her go about her world,

a spectator

I could stand nearby

notice and wonder,

watch the being of her energy

carry a room,

cause purpose in the eyes of an onlooker.

 

This is the certain radiance,

when woman in elegance,

allows only the shine,

the reverence belongs inside a dream

where reality can never sway

the delight of an innocent eye.

 

I stood near the doorway,

wondering about exits,

clearly concerned

the outside world,

where everyone is on their own,

I contemplated the next moment,

would she always stand nearby.

 

Turning toward the room,

I let my dream take me away,

forever bound by the delight of time,

she would, will, can she really, well, yes,

always dance inside a dream

my dream,

the setting

would I rather remain,

an eternal reminder.

 

When love does call out,

we can all remind ourselves,

there is beauty in time,

an elegance in

a silent utterance.


The Beauty I Correspond


I send these words,

a few at at time,

sometime with meaning,

others,

just to reach her,

to catch her eye,

cause her to perhaps

stop everything,

if only for the time it takes,

to open my world to her own.

 

I know I ask a lot,

however,

please know the confusion,

to me,

seems real,

seems real, right, responsible,

seems love is always a confusion,

and we live to mire ourselves

in the beauty of time,

in the quiet reality of life,

in its autumn,

a time when once a child,

I thought would never come, ]or if I did,

I believed inside it would be less different,

than similar,

the nature of our existence

suggest otherwise.

 

I do know she drives away

I’m hopeful,

I wish for her smile to be in my dream,