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.

Posts tagged “forever

When We Do Encounter Time


In a romantic sidewalk cafe,

drawn by sweet energy,

our touch imagined

becomes one,

a soft reminder of why,

of what, of when, because,

we might, we can, we wish

to then hold one another

in passion’s embrace.

 

We do then find our smile,

a touch,

fingertip trace a familiar strand of elegance,

a smile while raised eyebrows

suggest comfort lost and found again,

hands fall together to hold on,

to hold on,

to allow time to pass while hearts do breathe.

 

Smile with me, and know forever is

the immediacy of love.


When Walking Alone


There is a difference in tone,

a solitary figure in a moonlit backdrop,

the sky is a canvas capable of new horizons,

if only for a moment the character

might stand completely still.

 

Completely still inside a memory,

holding onto the silence,

a wishful recall

a sweet response to time

is all the solitary figure might choose.

 

Might choose offers certain doubt,

when realizing how time plays a role

in knowing love,

he does want to stand there forever,

in the hope that stillness might be a blessing.

 

She is that fond imagination,

the caress of somber spirituality,

the sort that energy

speaks of out loud

without any reservation, ever.

 

I once recall a story of a man,

caught inside a cycle of quiet remind,

always pushing, forever angling,

imagining the final stride would

accentuate his peak, yet the fall …

 

There is a breaking point in sanity,

when beyond the notion of real,

the body might sacrifice comfort,

instead a forever lust toward peace,

will always compel a forgiveness ahead.

 

When walking alone hopeful by design,

I would the eternal march quiet resign.


For This Kiss, I Would


Wait until the end of a storm, to know,

when gray disappears, I could find you,

for that is my blue,

my wonder,

that is my intrigue asking to be found.

 

For it is this kiss, I might hesitate,

wanton desire,

yet in this moment,

I leave my passion suspended,

for it is in your heart I want

only peace,

and there, by the moonlight,

standing on a bridge,

artsy,

it is where you will find my soul.

 

Tonight, in the breeze,

a chill of reality plays our soft tell,

yet,

stand with me, hold me, see me,

know that I would walk the hours

to have your heart

share my love for you.

 

For it is that intrigue,

so might we imagine,

so wrapped in words of

a timeless tradition …

romance,

for while I glance the sky,

I’m at peace realizing I never will,

I’ll always be satisfied,

knowing I don’t know why


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.

 


Simple Freedom


When knowing her freedom

is resolute in quiet integrity

is definable in spontaneity

is wonderful to allow natural sigh

is forever intertwined in truth.

 

Though while allowance gave peace

he did respond to certainty

he would revel in her elegance

he might also known the truth, real,

is assurance human condition feels.

 

While life has simple turns and memory

his complication her beauty

the mystique when touch her cheek,

his lips, back of fingertip,

when eyes wet rest upon her soul ,,,

 

Will whisper now freedoms in simple love


This Posture


Like yesterday, perhaps in the moment,

a gasp

to the naked eye,

such is beauty,

inherent in the persona

of a lover in her privacy.

 

Only quiet reminders

might recall,

such is the treasure will

a woman

behold upon a man,

sweet delight is mystique.

 

If forever could suggest,

a posture,

a pose,

a need to expression,

then while the world evolves,

would my heart be held in hers.

 

We will remember the moment

sweet demeanor is passionate notice.


Why Tears Came Tonight


I was in a mellow place,

watching the sunset,

imagining a love I’ve always known,

trying to find a balance,

always thrown back and forth,

a pleasant sort of carnival ride.

I like to imagine love,

in a sort of natural setting.

That’s always the case,

she did, does, will always let me be

who I am.

despite some needy error driven

insecurity that I always bring to the show,

she does always

leave me feeling

this remarkable love.

 

Though I am the one,

to realize time is always out of my hands,

I’m in her grasp though,

some eternal mystique

is the soul touches my heart.