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.

on poetry

Living Inside The Movie ‘Crash’


I would live there,

that corner,

near all the action,

where a million different lives,

were modeled around

each other,

to be no different,

to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.

I would live on that block,

I could fall in love with the feeling,

of finally understanding,

we might just as well,

be the same as the other,

rather than continue the battle.

I would live there

if I could have you …

live the world in happy,

to fashion each other’s eyes.


Midnight Tangle


wrapped in a pause thrown

fright is in a soft shade shone

love eternal grown


When Last Night Whispers


In the reality of my dreams,

I watched her go about her world,

a spectator

I could stand nearby

notice and wonder,

watch the being of her energy

carry a room,

cause purpose in the eyes of an onlooker.

 

This is the certain radiance,

when woman in elegance,

allows only the shine,

the reverence belongs inside a dream

where reality can never sway

the delight of an innocent eye.

 

I stood near the doorway,

wondering about exits,

clearly concerned

the outside world,

where everyone is on their own,

I contemplated the next moment,

would she always stand nearby.

 

Turning toward the room,

I let my dream take me away,

forever bound by the delight of time,

she would, will, can she really, well, yes,

always dance inside a dream

my dream,

the setting

would I rather remain,

an eternal reminder.

 

When love does call out,

we can all remind ourselves,

there is beauty in time,

an elegance in

a silent utterance.


The Beauty I Correspond


I send these words,

a few at at time,

sometime with meaning,

others,

just to reach her,

to catch her eye,

cause her to perhaps

stop everything,

if only for the time it takes,

to open my world to her own.

 

I know I ask a lot,

however,

please know the confusion,

to me,

seems real,

seems real, right, responsible,

seems love is always a confusion,

and we live to mire ourselves

in the beauty of time,

in the quiet reality of life,

in its autumn,

a time when once a child,

I thought would never come, ]or if I did,

I believed inside it would be less different,

than similar,

the nature of our existence

suggest otherwise.

 

I do know she drives away

I’m hopeful,

I wish for her smile to be in my dream,

 


When Love is Beyond


We reach out to the skies

a morning sunrise

is our only grasp of an energy

we once could feel

against the skin of our

naked selves,

alive with a passion,

a sensory magic that could

cause journey.

 

We would soon know,

there are truths

to the mystique of love,

we held on,

her in my arms,

eyes that might entertain,

a world well beyond

our immediate grasp.

Would we ever

know a horizon

shared in one.

 

I once followed a shadow,

waiting with an earnest

appeal,

a wish to know,

to hear, to see,

a vision of a memory in my

mind,

always patience,

and hope my strength

to carry on.

 

One day in the autumn,

a calendar of certain

life

I did watch the image

of a woman,

walk quiet inside my world,

my reality,

my immediate presence,

it was there

my world immediately changed

forever in the sweet peace …

love.

 

Though she may be beyond my reach,

there is a moon,

reflective in its natural state.

We share a luminosity,

while waiting in the silence,

for our next rising sun.

 

 


While Love Travels Alone


We try to suggest we own,

the feeling of love,

oh, I do love you,

I love you so much,

all my love,

I will love you forever,

I love the notion of …

time.

 

It will test our ability to understand,

to compliment,

to recognize how much we love,

a sight in a setting sun,

the rush of a forest waterfall,

an essence of life’s mystery in the evocative

setting of a lush rainforest.

 

All these are matters of the heart,

and after all,

isn’t love an emotional receptor,

or perhaps it is a deceiver

for that is the only rhyme I could find,

in the balance of this testimony.

 

For I do love you,

I always will, and no matter

the deceptive nature of my words,

the truth will win itself out,

and time will be our gift.


Wise Love


All knowing and understood,

the seeds planted,

the emotions already in check,

the eyes,

they speak volumes on a clear blue day,

when energy explodes,

a cacophony of brilliance in

knowing.

That is love,

it is a wise love,

a giving, and nearly spiritual reckoning,

That is love that isn’t needing any urgency,

it simply is,

it is,

her eyes.