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.

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Words An Audience Might Hear

The way we might begin,

is simple,

we wish to tell you a story,

the rest of course,

the interpretation,

will be up to you,


for now, here we are,

we stand before you,

in the figure of simplicity,

the human condition.


Pay attention to manner,

would be a general direction,

always notice the eyes,

might another suggestion,

the people on the outside,

will want to know everything about you,

by the final curtain.


It is the actor’s responsibility

to give the audience a reason to …

understand our purpose,

even if

for only a few minutes of this space

we were able to trigger an emotion,

a response,

a heartfelt analogy

of why it is,

we find ourselves sitting here tonight,

listening, waiting, wanting,

answers that permeate our own,

shallow lives.


A certain self imposing energy will be asked,

a fluid reminder far ahead of any curtain call.

Good Night Sweet

In the last twilight

she thought he would or she might

find solace in night

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.


peace of mind rewind

there is a traveling soul

every one kind

Alone In The Quiet of an Afternoon

When the rains began to fall,

I wondered,

did she,

was she at all curious,

did she know

I would be right here,


where it is I always want to be,

this place, one night,

the first time,

a kiss,

quiet afterward,

when her eyes opened

to see him standing there,

laying next to her,

cradling every aspect of whom she might be,

in the moment,

in the quiet of a



Steal Away Steel

He would


a sudden hope

if only

a memory might

draw upon her soul,

this familiar

knowledge of now,

the rains,

would he wish to steal away,

yet, somber like the

natural course of a fever

drawn cold upon

a glancing steel.

Stop, Just Listen

What about the shadow,

when time might allow,

is there,

can we,

while whenever I do imagine,

her spirit on a starlit night,

I still cannot,

I won’t ever know,

if …

well I haven’t been told

just how

I might feel

when I glance inside her eyes,

one lonely night