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. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Finding Real

I struggled for a long time with understanding why she left,

I wanted to explain, whenever I could,

yet each time I tried she managed to leave the room bereft

of any desire to listen to that I would

suggest to be my truth.


I often felt the urge to just tell her I was only scared,

and then if I did that,

well certainly she would run streets narrowed

to discover a simple rat

wanting her truth.


I think the most frightening aspect of coming to terms

with our humanity, who we are,

want to become, feel we need to be, is the lectern

we decide is the standard bar,

that knows our truth.


I remember one day when she said she had this piece

no one would ever know, she would keep,

and yet I somehow could never then feel anymore peace

knowing apart from me she might sweep

away her own truth.


So when walking down Main street America, I looked in her eyes

thought better of myself, today, might be wise.

6 responses

  1. Gorgeous piece.

    Liked by 1 person

    October 19, 2015 at 10:38 pm

  2. Deeply touching piece, heavy weight. Awesome dude 🙏❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    October 19, 2015 at 10:43 pm

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