My goal with this page constantly evolves – there was a time when all I wanted was to pique a woman's interest in the hope we connect through writing, dialogue … today, with all of the wonderful inspiration I've received, my need is to further my respect and intrigue in the sensual nature of 'woman' in all of her grace and elegance. I do hope you might enjoy!

Romance

Inside The Mind Of Depression


I wonder if they know,

his mind was quite unspoken,

when a revelation

of sanity would steal his passion.

 

Sitting alone again,

alone again,

sitting again in the quiet of an evening,

wondering just how this happens,

wandering throughout the many avenues,

the mind will take this forlorn

mechanic

this human condition,

this interaction,

a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else

really cared as much as

the real victims that exist around

our selves

all the time.

 

Ever do we wonder about the soul,

when lost in the critical masses

of exceptional reasoning.

 

Inside that depression piece,

seems to speak its own mind

when no other reasoning

comes to mind.

 

On a given day,

the world,

no matter if it might be local,

perhaps across the world,

there is a reason,

if in the beat of our audible pulse,

the heart can speak,

and she will honor love.

 


The Breeze in a Shadow


It’s when there is a quiet,

a silent breeze, filters the memory,

the leaves respond,

small animals raise shackles,

the oxygen is swift,

a desire to bite the thin air.

 

It’s when imagination is only

the sweet remedy to fear,

when might she know,

where, how, it is in the sudden

anxiety of loss, the breeze

begins a suggestion of a gale force.

 

It’s when he would rather,

step around the corner,

the reality of life is sudden,

a turn, a gust, a shattered dream

might indicate some passing storm,

where love is always near.

 

If only he might ride the crest of a wave,

sudden dips, at the highest would she wave.

 


Looking Through Glass


We haven’t a wall,

a transparent existence rules our lives,

I can see you,

my eyes indicate an occasional

anxiety,

it’s when I miss you,

just by a moment,

when little time allows any clarification.

 

Forever inside a dream,

perhaps there is a truth in knowing,

reality is often bypassed,

when our lives,

in center stage,

become wrapped around a need,

logic will seem less apparent,

until finally the eyes,

return with willing grace,

find our lives in a looking glass.

 

Search for me please,

I’m across town casting a light,

a lovely sunset,

within spectacular waves,

define our horizon.

We might discover the same.


The Serenity of a Breeze


Is a calm, when sweep naked skin,

A summer day, oh, a lovely breeze,

When she strolls slow naked skin.

The leaves have a gentle sort of tease,

 

When whispers suggest we are alone.

I can breathe again, in knowing her

Dreams caress such intrigue is shown.

In looking in eyes express together,

 

A desire only matters if in serenity

We can pass through sunlit fires

In resilient storm echo sanity.

To know the beauty Nature aspires.

 

Something lovely in a gale of summer,

Leaves exist cause any I to wonder.


Broken Hearts Mask Reality


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Jim Dine

When I do wake to the melody of dove
Gentle coos like ambassadors above
I will in my reality shed immediate tear
For losing her signals inevitable fear

Choice provide me an avenue in time
Where my pain and sorrow is sublime
I walk alone today, trudge on pavement
Vacant is the stare a visual eye apparent

Oh no further toward the romantic air
For left in quiet there today is despair
Suggests our mind is readily drawn alone
Rather than Hollywood’s circus as shone.

I do experience only a bittersweet release
Ever mindful of heartbreak’s natural peace.


Across the Sea


We know open spaces,

their sudden reality,

that’s when I noticed you,

the facade gathering strength,

one glance, we’re together.

Lip balm becomes, enticing

I can feel … taste from here,

suddenly aware

of how my lips might

trace your pouty embrace.

Oh to touch the sky,

reach across the sea

feel the wind breeze your

essence, gather me free.

I do want you sweet,

wanton is your real,

our reality serene

I’m waiting for you.

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