That Occasion

Stars align in a cosmic evolution


all I want is a piece of pie,

not a dramatic determination

as much as I could prove myself worthy,

in the end

where it is I want to be,

I would still be lost in …

lost in that …

some transparent atmosphere

that ten minutes earlier

seemed so fulfilling

yet right now

further away from me than I might imagine

I’m really

rather adamant

with this need

a familiar place,

centered inside

the quiet relief

found only in sweet beauty

of such is the elegant grace of woman,


this remarkable feeling

comes over me

tells me,

I’m not an idiot,

this is wonderful,

this now,




~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

I Wish, Sometimes

I could write what I feel,

I mean,


not just the words that sound


rather I would cherish

the opportunity to state my mind,

what happens when a world is crushed

we are left to pick up the pieces

but they lay there

strewn about the psyche

for hours, day, this will be weeks

when I might finally

look back

and see the beauty,

even more elegance than I may see right now,

when I can see the


not the



I do so wish I could speak my mind,

instead of what I believe she might want to hear,

though that matters little anymore,

she doesn’t wish for anything

that is a reminder,

only the reasons why not.


Oh it might be sad to imagine,

love lost,

unrequited passion,

left in the hands of judgment,

no fault being tallied about,

and the sadness endured,

after all,

I cannot really say what I want to say,

here …


Take this burden off of my hands

and let me recall the silent dullness

that has defined my existence



well one day she did,

and I’ve not been able to forget,

and wish never to lose the moment,

when she did,

she would

walk freely into my hands,

my eyes, my smile, my simple existence


drawn to survive in the memory of her.

~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~

to Zelda


A sinking feeling remains

the cold breeze of autumn return

whereby with streaking skies

the accent of winter will loom

gives a romantic flair

to a sunny afternoon.


Yet now the night,

the breeze turns slowly to a chill

the response to events

yet offering remedy at stake,

the craft of attraction

brought to a silent halt.


What we know today

feels like a lean upon slippery

rocks in a natural pull of gravity

seeking peace

yet lowering our sad yes

to find the chasm scream below.


We are the least important value

when a solemn regret is our scheme.


~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~