Trying To Find My Way

stoic rejection

A quiet exists, in reason, in heed,

yet such is the mental anguish of silence.

A man wants some center to love

while she is in balance with need.


He will now toward a lonely sojourn

with hope might she find some peace

along the way, a soft reminder,

a memory, an embrace, a tear.


Will we always wish upon desire more,

he holds a soft chuckle, a stoic cry,

for in a single minute the vacancy

affords our capacity a dream, a despair.


Oh, he might wish until the next moon

a spiritual conveyance of this

a thoughtful love, sweet remind

the playful nature lost in serious tone.


He would might the next day be gone

for the only sunrise might be her eyes

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~ finding my way, a personal journey

for Zelda

An Epic Poem He Wants

So he puts on the right music,

probably rock and roll,

his genre, his childhood,

it’s what he always thought

he might know,

when push comes to shove,

when life says it time to know

once again,

re-evaluate your love,

it is that sort of quiet mindset

the break of day begins,

and everything that matters,

seems rather senseless

until the words begin to flow.


Oh to be on chartered waters

where the epic nature of time

began to flow like the sea waves

we might only have imagined

from some land-locked port of call.


For it is inside the memory of time

we do make choice

we call out our inhibitions

when no one is looking

and suddenly our dance,

the steps we have long feared

become a sacred sort of prance

inside this silent makeup

of human condition

and emotional well being

caught in the eyes of a stranger

to appear more likely a trance.


Oh to find the words,

to finish this state of mind,

where it was in the beginning

is another day feeling

the pains and fruition of what it is

we choose

we want

we need

we .. love.

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

When Autumn Calls

There is wisdom to the dying embers of summer,

the cold relents, our lives sheltered,

we haven’t the opportunity to bask in complete

naked truth,

instead, we clothe our lives around tenets of normalcy

preparing for the cold,

anticipating the old

until we can find renewal in the spring.


Yet for now we must acknowledge the subtle decay

of that which we love,

and thereby we count on the resilient nature

of our heart and soul,

that which will remain our hope and guidance

until the following sunrise …

because next days always speak more fond  of the immediate.

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

When I Look

When I look in your eyes I see love

I see a certain yearn

I want to be that feel that know that

There is your heart and soul that is beautiful

It is you and I am me


When I look in your eyes I see love

I want to hold you

give you promise

that you are so very real

not anyone’s imagination

that you hold the key

to certain beauty and elegance.


When I look in your eyes I see love

I only want you to know that it is you

I see I love I know