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 “peace

My Time Is My Own


A mantra with meaning,

a saying to suggest,

a memory,

quiet in its discretion, its wishful

mnemonic fortune.

Oh, to have the time to say the words,

to know the reaction, to see the eyes,

to feel the lips, to taste the passion,

to understand the mystique

is drawn inside our own set of fashion,

our world together,

it is in that quiet alley way,

where romance did lean against stucco walls,

inside a broken world,

where healing hands and gasps and fires

did maintain some semblance of peace

internalized by the conflict of our realities.

Oh to know the sweet spirit of love

in all its natural abandon

preserved by the symbolic nature

of heart and soul.

Oh to taste the fire of dewy eyes in winter’s landscape.


Walls in Love


Begun in layers

see the world is focus

eyes aware

each brick a fixture

one might recall the reason why

its fit, sandy composition mixing

with scrape upon grainy matters

finding reason to form a bond.

 

The wall becomes a structure

symbolic separation

a finishing product is

grouting

dewy eyes make a choice

no longer will possibility prevail

once our composition

dries, seals, cements purpose.

 

The wall remains

lives will wonder.

 

 


Beauty In Repose


I settled inside a fantasy,

for many years,

I would know strictly beauty

in all of her capacities,

only because she would

let me in.

 

She let me in,

and I accepted,

though it was me that wanted

to be inside her world,

know then the surreal,

the soul, such passion,

as my life had never known.

 

We walked together,

trails of discovery,

every glance, we stepped seemed to merit another,

we’d laugh and we would realize,

might we do this forever,

easy enough

to know just sharing her energy

my only wish, my only need,

my only sense of being real in my world.

 

I wonder tonight,

will tomorrow,

days later,

I wonder if ever there might be

some challenge to know,

some break in the storm,

that might allow sweet remedy

to the pain I feel each nigh.

 

I wonder if she might ever know,

may ever give solace

to the beauty she may bring

to a man’s life.

 

I wander the streets in certain repose,

wanting only hers to have the peace

she deserve,

yet me, my selfish quandary,

has no value in an eternal memory.

 

I do know elegance, mystique, hers is a design,

a jewel, an unknown sojourn toward forever.


I Stepped Away Without Any Follow


Today, I chose to walk away,

well, I suppose I wasn’t alone,

perhaps it was me trying to catch up,

though either way,

I was left alone this day.

 

I stepped away from beauty,

from peace,

from love,

not knowing any resolve, resolution,

though I do still involve

my heart in every motion.

 

Today I discovered there is a new

emotion in my world,

one that will cause me to reflect

rather than build upon my fantasy.

 

When the reality of love,

returns to mystique

it will be only all of my strength

to let go,

to make allowance for a freedom

beyond the sweet reckoning

when we might laugh,

when contagion meant

a certain intoxication,

a passion.

 

Today, I chose to walk alone.

 

 


Right Now, This Moment


Hear me please,

for I am bellowing,

screaming inside,

to know your love,

to want to feel anxiety

the wonder of your life,

where is your mind,

I want it to be inside

my own tonight, now,

in the quiet of a looming

storm outside,

let my energy drift

across your horizon,

that you might feel the

gasp of my passion,

as it searches,it will seek

the warmth of center.


If We Might Imagine Real


When once we could

sense one another,

hold fast to each other,

feel our bodies intermingle,

my hands soft fall,

fingertips touch a naked arm,

shoulder to wrist,

I want you to feel my touch,

while yours,

touch my back,

naked,

pulling me close,

feeling my need rise

toward your own center,

we appeal to one another,

lips a sweet creation

a oneness,

while in passion’s grace

skin to skin

our lives

are within the realm

of why it is we wish to be,

and knowing such,

we do,

we will continue a journey

long before the reckoning,

we begin to search

each other’s desire,

a sensuality

found easily one inside

the realm within

a reach


I Thought About It


When I asked,

I could only anticipate what

she might give me,

for it is always the choice

becomes the mystery

in sweet love,

in harmony,

in that soul-searching

oneness

might a fairy tale

suggest

is what our lives

may become.

 

There is a certain pattern

to the human condition,

wait and wonder,

watch our lives move past dreams,

then wander

to wish upon some magic,

a harmony,

some might imagine

our lives are all

destined to be found

along a certain pathway,

and yet,

we waited,

found ourselves

already traveling

alone, forever.

 

It is that eternity,

I asked there might be some thought,

it is inside a dream

a wonderful reckoning

to caress her own soft

reality,

the open response

to our integrity.

For it was I might wish

that she could visit

find the same sensuality

brings me home

to hold her wonder

within the space in time,

that is our wander.

 

I looked upon her dreams,

I thought about it,

and I did conclude,

there is no certain finish,

no need,

to imagine,

an end to love …

eternal harmony.