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.


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.

Good Night Sweet

In the last twilight

she thought he would or she might

find solace in night

Hiding In Public

In the quiet of my own authenticity,

I stand in notice,

though in only my physicality,

you can’t ever know me,

without speaking in my direction,

in hope of some response,

until then,

nothing matters,

beyond perception,

often totally wrong,

yet existent enough to create

some barrier

some reason

to call me wrong.

Waking Up Hushed

Morning always

eyes will open to more

in that early second

the remember,

the closure of a night sky,

when while listening

we sometime realize

we cannot answer any more.


We do wake though,

morning sunlight,

fresh emotion,

waking to the fond recall

a song on the radio

a time before,

and we do cherish

the instant reminder

of a love once were,



I will wake again,

she will come to mind,

this time, next time,

every day the sun rises

will the want

the desire,

the passion,

become my own quiet


‘nights in white satin’

lovely is fantasy,

always remain

A Certain Solitude

I wonder sometimes

when sitting alone,

how quiet is my world

beyond my own.

I mean, let’s say, well for one thing,

I haven’t had my way,

would the gods be shouting

in favor or against me


I haven’t any way to know,

having found myself alone,


it is

rather it was


when the question

could be

easily resolved.

Love Rant

I give you all

you gave me partial

and the complaint

is I am partial …

what is all

if not


Ignorance Discovered

The quiet wonder

is dead,

the reality of time

lost on me,

while I fetch my own


I’m suddenly alone,

wishing only

I might understand

the blur,

a gentle fog

carried me deep into her mystique

is lifting,

summer is in the air,


the adventure

no longer

do I care.