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 “heart

This Quiet Shell

I am this quiet

piece of my remaining self,

no one knows,

I won’t let anyone else


I’m only this

secluded memory

not shared



When A Quiet Stir

When it is her,

I feel,

in the quiet of my surround,

a world of activity

might seem

apparent and found,

yet I am alone,

I am

in that visual sense

though not the mind.

There, is where she

might be found

and in this sunlit afternoon,

her welcome presence,

holds me

in same urgency

as might I

embrace sweet

her reality.

When I Do Know Is The Difficulty

Oh, to have those reckoning moments,

when it is clarity,

two people perhaps miles apart,

suddenly in a cyclone do find calm.


After the ground settles,

roots ripped out of vessels of life,

the neighbor,

anyone in the path sometimes seems aside.


Focus does return to finding the peace,

a lovely sort of delightful knowing,

the partiality of love,

being central in the mind of two.


Yet our world does continue – always will

as will my desire to find reason to keep us still.

Her Silence

Be strong and let freedom fly,

a dove in a mourning sky

would suggest there upon beauty

lay a man’s heart in sweet futility


I asked her forgiveness wondering

just what it might be I am missing,

her silence more powerful than a night

falling star upon a chanced glance slight.


I wondered about love, she’d ask me then,

I spoke of time being forever, I would be when

time would allow our lives to be together

I knew in my heart I would awaken for her.


I would to myself know love is real,

I held her in my arms, I would feel

there is beauty in her elegance

there is nothing left at all to chance


I do love her I have, and always will

Wander my nights, until my days, will still

Love In Ache


In the early
Stretch of visual
Slow fade into now
Pleasantries focal point
Lies among the soul
In time heart may heal
Yet for this
Collection of hour
An ache does remain
Toward recognizable
Patterns sweet

photo – Pinterest

This Heart


in her absence fond

would while away a magic wand

my heart and soul respond


It happened,

today, while fresh memory brought me a distance,

the shadows revealed loss,

hidden in the crevices of the world I live in.

I couldn’t have predicted such pain,

I wouldn’t know where to explain,

something I can’t tell anyone,

except me,

I sit here,

I’m crying, on the verge of some

loss of sanity,

trying desperately,

I’ll not process this well,

I say to only myself,

because I cannot speak to you, I can’t tell you, I can’t find you,

I can’t hear your voice, your listening eyes, your spontaneity. I can’t.

I don’t know what to do,

beyond just slapping word after word here,

hoping somehow to find a gasp,

a reality of this mixture of ill and loss and some

emotional desperation.

I’m dead,

my heart has exploded inside,

and all I can do is ask it to stop,

so the hurt will go away,

I need the hurt to

go away.

I don’t know,

I’m unsure,

I’m impulsive

in a way that isn’t meant to draw attention,

I just don’t want to live,

with this,

I don’t want to have to recover



I don’t miss


I miss you.