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. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

Posts tagged “hope

Love Now


love now

For now I wish an eternity
might include
her spiritual ancestry
so we two
would know
the stars we do so
observe in distant horizon
contain the same
passions
we know exist
in one another’s arms

for now
I am alone
seeking an enchantment
only her sweet demeanor
will provide

for now
I am only in love
lonely in love
I’m in love
in a quiet solace


Moonlit Recall


willful his recall

a spirit of reckoning

his delightful fall


losing


surrendering hope

when surrounding energy

renders an elegy


Guilt in Love


It is the drowning,

a dark realization

when forgotten

the other

when each breath

suggests a dissonance,

an inability to know

their side

her own survival

depends clearly upon

a deeper more sudden

impact of fear

an uneasiness

a storm that will rage

internal turmoil.

 

While he delves toward

the highest crest

her innate ability

a want to survive

rests upon a cool autumn morning

the leaves have fallen

it is time to sleep now.

 


This Desperation (Anna’s Theme)


There is this haunting reality,

always speaks,

when needing a listen,

can generate remarkable feelings,

those we wish to know

only in the quiet of our own

alone.

When silence turns toward forever,

the waiting is a song of

loss,

a parting of ways,

a reminder,

this day

will now begin a string

of new reality.

 

Though the heart feels wrenched

by society in its innocuous rule minding

hypocrisy,

where one loves,

we might always find solace

in knowing

one did adventure toward

the beauty of her quiet promise,

the beauty of her,

the spiritual nature of

knowing once,

her.

I stand before a world of smiles and forgotten dreams,

they all adjust,

move forward,

beyond the sacred response

to losing time,

our time,

the time of our …

first reckonings,

begin to fade with the anxiety

left behind to dissuade,

the feelers,

the realistic lover.


A Wake of Silence


While music playing

set a tone

I listen

the outside places

away from me

the nearby

I wonder about sounds

I worry about certain movements?

I question my own decisions

I need to live with that silence.

 

It is in the early mist of mourning

Still hopeful I wait for a chuckle

though it’s a bit far away

I wonder about their morning

I would begin

how has it begun

is she in the same place

has she moved

further away

I worry about my reach

falling short

with every

new day.

 

I love her I know

there’s no question

in my mind the time

enduring.

In waking the normalcy

of loss

the optimism

I’m encouraged only by memory

wishing my reality

to offer some peace

to let her know

she has touched

my soul.

 

For there is now an immediate love

always means to overshadow the pain.


An Unbearable Life


What I became of,

said the seer,

one day while noticing

sad faces.

The eyes of reality

when the salt no longer

pours upon

the unbearable lightness of pain.

I once stood on the threshold of elegance,

I carried the weight of desire,

measured the happiness with words.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Life began to suggest otherwise,

and I cried,

as I will, do, want to, will certainly

have to,

today.

Because it isn’t what I want that matters

to my aching soul,

it is the finality of trying

desperately,

to wade through indifference,

even without ever knowing,

why it makes life

the rollercoaster upon our emotions,

it must be,

when in our world,

the circumstances speak only outcomes.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Oh, to know this sparkling autumn day,

would fill my energy with love,

oh to have that tear

in my hand

to shelter her sobs,

for they measure my own,

for there is love,

for ever.