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.

Posts tagged “always

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.

I Wonder Sometimes

In these moments,

of indecision

if being alone

is a test of wills,

I wonder if she

would do the same

if only

our paths were


instead of miles,

instead of years of normalcy

defined by a society.

I wonder sometimes

if love is meant to puzzle

so that when felt in its


two partners

find thrill

rather than some shrill

reaction to

the alone

While I Wander


while I wander
I land
imagine I
am in this quiet
where only gasps will
we find each other
the mystique
knowing center

Just This

time seems a distance

yet wait would forever be

we revisit chance

Haiku Is Love

Try as we all may

Beauty is ready knowing

This day is today.

Cerulean Chaos


In nature of fantasy
did we
yes in each manner
express sweet wonderful harmony
Tonight stand alone before
each Poseidon mystique
Is swan blue,
that inside the internal
is human condition raw
An emotive yearn
we know
certain is her, delight is


Because I Said Yet

Though it is true

she insisted

long before I ever began

to imagine

we would travel this far,

and now

we do, we can, we will

as easily as we know

we cannot,

the moment passed,

I’ve cried,

real tears that felt like I could

once again

sense emotion,

that I was real more tangible

than the mechanical


I’ve let my life become.

However simple a solution

there might be to love,


we are bound to the eternity

of sweet confusion,

our human condition.