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 “poet

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.

 

 


Love on a Timetable


I used to believe happiness

is forever,

lasting well beyond the moment.

I know today life is a mystery

we are bound to,

solutions are found in love.

I wonder sometimes if eternal

can really mean always,

or are we all simple pawns.

I felt an emotional loss today

while the evening sun

continued its descent on my day.

I believe I am a shell of my life

in the evening silence,

yet fully aware this is all my doing.

I am aware that my life is blessed,

to know love,

is to surely understand sweet elegance.


Laying


Oh might I know her touch,

quiet response

Alone

let me know

when soft

idle fingertips might draw upon

internal desire

long before an infernal

fire.

 

oh to know she does

in discreet naked

show arousal

a sort of mystique,

smile seductive eyes

’I want you’

says

 

the woman with the golden waves

inside an auburn memory.

 

it was then I felt, believed, wanted her,

the circle if a delicious tease

 

come together.


In Silence We Love


Only the light of my words,

illuminate my setting,

a world apart,

yet, here we stand, we imagine,

we walk inside one another’s dream.

 

In my silence,

i do think of her sweet

innocence,

that surety of sanity,

the piece of a fabric inside her lovely

demeanor,

the world she holds together

with a smile.

 

The ticking of a clock,

nearby,

always a reminder,

the day, the moments,

the opportunity to become

a still life,

always measured

in fragments of a time we must

recall and respond to in quiet balance.

 

Mine is love,

far beyond the early moments

of wonder,

of a dream,

a fantasy of whirlwind desires,

manifest itself to our reality,

to always be here,

inside one another’s psyche,

our souls together,

wound around the truth,

a sweet reckoning.

 

In this my silent moment,

I am content to know

her passion,

her real,

her beauty is always near me,

holding me, protecting me,

loving …

she is love.


Under the Same Moon


We’ll always have those moments,

a quiet walk,

a chilly evening,

the laughter of someone’s intrusion,

our space,

yet, in all the memories,

I’ll hold onto you and feel blessed to know,

I still can love you under

the same moon that tears at our heart.


Tests


Words, keywords,

what drives your eyes

to wander further,

how is it possible I might find the right,

frame of mind,

passage through time,

correct association,

how possible

is it to imagine

you will move quickly past

words,

and find an end.


When Last We Waltz


A shiny afternoon,

a meadow,

I keep returning there,

always to find her near,

it was of course,

a dance I swear

 

Rounding the corner,

to sidestep a stream,

we did walk in hand

forever it might seem,

and then the break,

where would we return

 

A quiet waltz

is one will remain

when out of the cover,

it seemed,

in the daylight of spring,

could she float away.