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.

Romance

Walk Soft Sweet


In a glance one night

would my heart become the light

if when then she might.


I Woke In Retrospect


rest

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She’s resting now,

she told me so,

and I will quiet

imagine her soft breath

in the sweet respect of afternoon.

 

I wake in mornings,

wishing for just that,

to have her near me,

to wake to her slumber,

to quiet watch her even gasps.

 

I woke in retrospect

this morning wanting

as does my passion every

waking moment,

wish to know, to have, to hold

 

her love in my arms …


Inside The Mind Of Depression


I wonder if they know,

his mind was quite unspoken,

when a revelation

of sanity would steal his passion.

 

Sitting alone again,

alone again,

sitting again in the quiet of an evening,

wondering just how this happens,

wandering throughout the many avenues,

the mind will take this forlorn

mechanic

this human condition,

this interaction,

a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else

really cared as much as

the real victims that exist around

our selves

all the time.

 

Ever do we wonder about the soul,

when lost in the critical masses

of exceptional reasoning.

 

Inside that depression piece,

seems to speak its own mind

when no other reasoning

comes to mind.

 

On a given day,

the world,

no matter if it might be local,

perhaps across the world,

there is a reason,

if in the beat of our audible pulse,

the heart can speak,

and she will honor love.

 


The Breeze in a Shadow


It’s when there is a quiet,

a silent breeze, filters the memory,

the leaves respond,

small animals raise shackles,

the oxygen is swift,

a desire to bite the thin air.

 

It’s when imagination is only

the sweet remedy to fear,

when might she know,

where, how, it is in the sudden

anxiety of loss, the breeze

begins a suggestion of a gale force.

 

It’s when he would rather,

step around the corner,

the reality of life is sudden,

a turn, a gust, a shattered dream

might indicate some passing storm,

where love is always near.

 

If only he might ride the crest of a wave,

sudden dips, at the highest would she wave.

 


Looking Through Glass


We haven’t a wall,

a transparent existence rules our lives,

I can see you,

my eyes indicate an occasional

anxiety,

it’s when I miss you,

just by a moment,

when little time allows any clarification.

 

Forever inside a dream,

perhaps there is a truth in knowing,

reality is often bypassed,

when our lives,

in center stage,

become wrapped around a need,

logic will seem less apparent,

until finally the eyes,

return with willing grace,

find our lives in a looking glass.

 

Search for me please,

I’m across town casting a light,

a lovely sunset,

within spectacular waves,

define our horizon.

We might discover the same.


The Serenity of a Breeze


Is a calm, when sweep naked skin,

A summer day, oh, a lovely breeze,

When she strolls slow naked skin.

The leaves have a gentle sort of tease,

 

When whispers suggest we are alone.

I can breathe again, in knowing her

Dreams caress such intrigue is shown.

In looking in eyes express together,

 

A desire only matters if in serenity

We can pass through sunlit fires

In resilient storm echo sanity.

To know the beauty Nature aspires.

 

Something lovely in a gale of summer,

Leaves exist cause any I to wonder.


Broken Hearts Mask Reality


dine

Jim Dine

When I do wake to the melody of dove
Gentle coos like ambassadors above
I will in my reality shed immediate tear
For losing her signals inevitable fear

Choice provide me an avenue in time
Where my pain and sorrow is sublime
I walk alone today, trudge on pavement
Vacant is the stare a visual eye apparent

Oh no further toward the romantic air
For left in quiet there today is despair
Suggests our mind is readily drawn alone
Rather than Hollywood’s circus as shone.

I do experience only a bittersweet release
Ever mindful of heartbreak’s natural peace.