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.

The Wrong Things

my therapist told me I should listen to the music,

if I don’t she may really leave your mind altogether

perhaps if the wrong things didn’t intrigue me,

I’d be a much happier human horror story.


For it is true what they say about the human mind,

we are our worst enemies and tonight I hold a gun

a sweet silvery sleek sensual shaft of pure assault,

waiting for the right moment, the best meaning.


When the right time comes I suppose I will reflect

on the effort I made to find my way, and in a fit

of unGodly laughter I will probably expire at the moment

I come to terms with how happy I was when I misfired.


Funny how motifs begin to lay the groundwork for where

exactly our soul lands in times of turmoil. Seems every

word that comes to mind wants to bury me further,

perhaps the ground is still soft enough to trip and fall.


I know when I wake up from this nightmare, another will follow

increasing the anxiety that every notion in my mind suggests

will always prevail with a certain audacity and horrific stage,

otherwise how else might a creative mind find some new outlet.


I was told once that I do like to live on the edge, the fence, like

Simon & Garfunkel’s amorous love for darkness. I am the man.

Please, your words are ever so appreciated ...

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