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 “pain

When Words Become Our Burden


I have this love,

I need to talk about it,

so for the listener,

it is a story heard long ago,

experienced like yesterday,

only memory is our recall,

when we all

know the essence of love,

confused within a

burden of words.

 

I wish sometimes,

when I see a sunrise,

I might wonder the beauty,

and let that be all my heart needs

to feel fulfilled,

and yet,

it continues to emanate its energy,

while I remained shuttered,

afraid to let the world inside,

see my tears, my sadness,

my lonely cry out for forgiveness.

 

It is so hard to understand

the end

when we think of all the love

we would share

together in each other’s arms

always knowing then,

there would be another time,

but, a halting word,

the damage is done,

my desires and passions

run beyond the fantasy

turned toward real,

and she needed then to run away.

 

I have a certain sadness in my heart,

I would like to enter the next

life

yet, the callous nature

of selfish pride

still outweighs

the reality of losing her.

For now it is the beauty in her eyes,

the timeless nature of

all we have meant to one another,

for now, in my tears,

I wait for those memories,

I want only to know elegance,

it is the fashion of her sweet wonder,

lets me wander away

hopeful.

 

 


When Love Matters Beyond Need


A hurting soul,

one fully aware,

there is a cosmic energy

takes over beyond the real

when two lives cross avenue

to begin a trail

of flowered symphony,

of delight in passion,

when skies above

are always blue with

cascading  cymbals

orchestrated by the mind’s eye.

 

I am in that place

where only tears remain,

where confusion

overlays the reality of my dreams.

She is my harmony,

her mystique and empathy,

her brilliant capture of my psyche,

she does offer the muse

of my need to recognize

the value of a life.

 

Yet, burdens they may be,

a time is not forgotten,

only built upon to satisfy a tear,

to know this is

real

we did understand

just love


When It Seems Beyond Reach


Its favorite complaint

is not valid,

to imagine one’s pain,

is beyond another’s reach.

 

We are often more together

than what visibly

might be imagined,

while the construct of love remains.

 

To imagine solace

rather than feel it is easily

more attainable

than finding the truth.

 

Oh to be your guide,

to let your body fall in grace,

into my own,

so the comfort of love remain.

 

Oh to know a solution,

to understand a helpless nature,

in the human condition,

to show delight in love.

 

A simple remedy is plausible

only to the sightseer

who has not trekked the craggy

landscape of a chronic sojourn.

 

We seek peace in the shelter of our lives,

far beyond the tantalizing nature of pain.


When My Heart Aches


It is in the early morning, when waking,

I open my eyes, and see the invisible nature

of her memory, all I have

to hold onto,

is a quiet vision of when we could,

and now it fades,

I feel it in every waking moment,

without chance, I can experience loss,

time, people, change,

the world around me remains the same.

 

I want to hold back tears,

pretend it isn’t happening,

this constant,

this deep inside, festering truth,

I don’t want the challenge,

no longer wish to imagine I could be wrong,

I only want what my body feels,

the ache, the longing, the yearn,

that forever was simple,

and yet now in the moment,

smooth jazz only makes me want to cry.

 

I used to think about the amazing touch,

her sweet harmony with my utterances,

lips breeze and tease,

search in tongue twirl like a melody,

we would play this tune,

we would play this tune,

we would, God help me, play this tune …

did keep my passion alive.


A Wish to Disappear


Oh it’s true, not simply a mockery

we often appear to be more cagey

 

I’ve carried the wounds of childhood,

in order to find comfort in that I would.

 

This life I lead is sometimes a travesty

I hurt people to benefit me, simplicity.

 

A long time ago, she seemed to agree

yet still today I haven’t a place to be.

 

I live in a bubble some might decide

if pierced life would surely need subside.

 

Yet, somehow I maintain an integrity

one that surely lives on in subtlety.

 

She is the maker of my dreams I swoon

though it is me shatters imagery too soon.

 

I wonder about this state of mind tonight

is it really all that matters or that might.

 

I can feel my body is resolute with despair

I cannot move from this place to there.

 

I wish that I could feel a sense of response

to rather know the pain than cause a ponce

 

I’m a quiet man inside my lonely mind

there’s far too much memory to remind.

 

I hope that time might heal the pain I cause

for as much as time for me does give pause.

 

I love to know that my life here does exist

for the need to disappear I then might resist.


Under The Same Moon


She mentioned quiet,

he asked for more,

and then he realized they were together,

though he stepped further,

the waters crested and rather boldly,

he asked for more.

 

The distance between two points

can be miles beyond what we might hope for,

yet no matter how high the effort,

there seems always to be a dividing line,

a place where thoughts and notions and desires,

hopes,

still remain the same.

 

So, tonight she is over there,

and I’ve chosen to speak to her here.

 

I don’t know how we arrived in this place,

I just know there is a a certain

reality in our words,

and I wonder if it is me that suggests,

time is forever.


Finding My Way


I wanted to write about love tonight,

I still do, I’m struggling,

and I wonder sometimes along this journey,

if that is the process,

the goal, the outcome, the essential truth,

defines

love.

 

See tonight, I told someone my heart is in their hands,

I felt like we both knew,

we responded alike,

cried, sighed, tried laughter, it worked,

it always has,

laughter,

positive energy –

yet, tonight, I’m sad, my tears are dry,

I don’t understand,

how love can suddenly become

painful.

 

Oh, trust me, I’m a romantic fool,

I get loss, and the rabbit hole,

I just didn’t anticipate hanging this far off the edge.