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 “loss

This Quiet Shell


I am this quiet

piece of my remaining self,

no one knows,

I won’t let anyone else

inside,

I’m only this

secluded memory

not shared

therefore

non-existent.


I Don’t Know Where She Is


I’m speaking in words,

because I cannot feel,

if anything I can only feel fear,

it is an ominous persona

to be so stricken,

to wonder the outcome

of a moment beyond our own

imagination.

And it is true,

how frightening can be our own

thinking?

What if I’m wrong,

or even more threatening,

what if my instincts

tell me what I wish not to accept.

What if she’s gone?


losing


surrendering hope

when surrounding energy

renders an elegy


When Love Matters Beyond Need


A hurting soul,

one fully aware,

there is a cosmic energy

takes over beyond the real

when two lives cross avenue

to begin a trail

of flowered symphony,

of delight in passion,

when skies above

are always blue with

cascading  cymbals

orchestrated by the mind’s eye.

 

I am in that place

where only tears remain,

where confusion

overlays the reality of my dreams.

She is my harmony,

her mystique and empathy,

her brilliant capture of my psyche,

she does offer the muse

of my need to recognize

the value of a life.

 

Yet, burdens they may be,

a time is not forgotten,

only built upon to satisfy a tear,

to know this is

real

we did understand

just love


When Shock Numbs the Soul


It is a relief,

a quiet release of air,

then a somber tone,

maybe a tear.

 

It’s when we finally,

understand,

or we recognize we need to.

 

So often in our lives,

we pretend we haven’t any more time,

and yet,

look what happens years later,

we suddenly come to terms with mortality.

 

We are funny sometimes,

the way we protest,

create a mountain out of

a simple phrase,

then afterward, we cry.

 

And the beat goes on …


These Tears


They are just now,

as you read the words,

know they pour from my soul,

each drop

layers my check,

dresses the faint dampness,

a quiet midnight sky,

would not reveal,

unless it were your eyes,

that I might count on,

near me,

your gasp, your love,

to dress my heart,

to show my world,

you exist inside me.


Deceptive Isolation


Have you ever really looked,

studied expression beyond a comment,

the quiet afterward,

if you could be inside that bubble,

how soon would despondency return.

 

I’m asking a question,

I already know the answer,

because it always returns,

despite my effort to want to move forward,

it’s the questions, the unknown,

the desire to feel wanted,

and then everything goes to hell.

 

Have you ever wondered if a person’s frame of mind,

is solely built upon interaction,

what if you put them in the words,

with an assurance of human isolation,

how long would they last before they decided,

nature might be the best solution.

 

Next time you wonder,

take a moment,

realize your impact is far greater,

than you might quietly ever imagine,

in the space of your own reasoning.