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.

Watching Traffic


As a young boy, he in the picture window,

would watch the trails of evening glow,

often wander in his mind upon a scene

unbeknownst to his fairy tale he’d glean

a story time, a response to travelers whim

that only resonated deep inside of him.


Oh to take away this permanence he’d feel

to understand such whirring of the wheel,

if by the instance of time in perpetual motion

he somehow be compelled to feel emotion

might then a pleasing notion allow a release

his frame to transport the window sill to peace.


Sitting by windows watching worlds rewind

their earlier response to the gradual mind.

We all might pause to wait upon a fantasy

whereby that love we seek may suddenly see

Oh to know the beauty of time’s recognition

when caught inside our dream’s elation.


Inside the glass will always remain a chance

recall of beauty’s elegance, her eyes enhance.

Please, your words are ever so appreciated ...

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