My goal with this page constantly evolves – there was a time when all I wanted was to pique a woman's interest in the hope we connect through writing, dialogue … today, with all of the wonderful inspiration I've received, my need is to further my respect and intrigue in the sensual nature of 'woman' in all of her grace and elegance. I do hope you might enjoy!

Posts tagged “peace

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.

 


Those Eyes I Remember


It was when we first said hello,

I mean the time we felt a tear,

a certain joy in knowing,

we searched, smiled, soared.

 

Long before the action of love

would create a simple rapture

in our everyday notions

of what it was we were looking for.

 

She told me about eyes,

and even when I already knew,

I could never forget how important

my life would be if found in a glance.

 

There we began our journey,

always finding a quiet fire,

would lead me back to her own

sense of timing, wanting, deciding.

 

It is in the eyes of a lover,

might we find a certain peace.


Long Ago


I remember my first time,

sitting on the banks of the river,

I wanted to,

she smiled,

I wondered if she knew,

she smiled.

There was this kiss then,

it wrote the book sorta speak,

I suddenly felt what it meant to

ravish beauty,

yet I was still scared,

sitting on the banks of the river,

holding my sweetie in my arms.


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.

 


Waking Alone


This is where he belongs,

said the man,

observant of time,

cognizant to crime,

having come to terms,

with a societal scream,

Man is so willing, sublime.

 

Wake to the callous breeze,

tear shelter from the soul,

only one recall of whole,

for in this day,

the painful reminders,

will cast off,

forgotten, the woe.

 

Once was a sweet travel,

a venture toward

her mystique, lovely.

He would hallow the earth

that held soft her sweet worth,

always a want of grace,

her beauty,

he would forever the favor of myrrh.

 

Seek Peace eternal the sudden rains,

will subside sallow wings of change.


The Pleasure of Touch


That’s what I miss,

when I imagine

skin touching skin,

the energy received inside

the moment

in a surround of her passion,

my fingertips,

her hands,

our skin, our lips, are bodies,

intertwine themselves

in a hurried expression

a sensuality

we both feel now in the imagination

we choose to live by

without the privilege of knowing

a longer sojourn

inside each other’s dreams.

 

It is that touch

reminds me of beauty,

her gasps

my leaps to find her center,

to slowly bring arousal beyond the point where she …

we understand

together,

the element of touch,

is our greatest yearn,

when for now,

we rely upon our intellect

to help us through this

silence.

 

Do as we may,

there is truth in how

our human condition,

may yearn eternally,

once having touched

each other’s soul.


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.