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 “poetry

Simple Freedom


When knowing her freedom

is resolute in quiet integrity

is definable in spontaneity

is wonderful to allow natural sigh

is forever intertwined in truth.

 

Though while allowance gave peace

he did respond to certainty

he would revel in her elegance

he might also known the truth, real,

is assurance human condition feels.

 

While life has simple turns and memory

his complication her beauty

the mystique when touch her cheek,

his lips, back of fingertip,

when eyes wet rest upon her soul ,,,

 

Will whisper now freedoms in simple love


Living Inside The Movie ‘Crash’


I would live there,

that corner,

near all the action,

where a million different lives,

were modeled around

each other,

to be no different,

to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.

I would live on that block,

I could fall in love with the feeling,

of finally understanding,

we might just as well,

be the same as the other,

rather than continue the battle.

I would live there

if I could have you …

live the world in happy,

to fashion each other’s eyes.


The Breeze in a Shadow


It’s when there is a quiet,

a silent breeze, filters the memory,

the leaves respond,

small animals raise shackles,

the oxygen is swift,

a desire to bite the thin air.

 

It’s when imagination is only

the sweet remedy to fear,

when might she know,

where, how, it is in the sudden

anxiety of loss, the breeze

begins a suggestion of a gale force.

 

It’s when he would rather,

step around the corner,

the reality of life is sudden,

a turn, a gust, a shattered dream

might indicate some passing storm,

where love is always near.

 

If only he might ride the crest of a wave,

sudden dips, at the highest would she wave.

 


Sweet Autumn


leaves rustling leaves

quiet exchanging quiet

accentuate love


Would I Wait Forever


A question it is not

when thoughts of her,

become a statement,

a glance of cheek to touch,

a smile,

a kiss forever drawn my gasp,

it is within the clever agony

of love’s respite,

I would certain

be lost forever

in the light her eyes do cast upon

my sheltered soul.

 

Just an evening

I would cast a shadow upon her knee,

with my roaming hand,

a touch, a soft circular reminder,

of only beauty in the persona

of her smile

drawing me near,

telling me again,

how once,

my skin against her own

did find simple fire,

an energy

that now today,

in my every day,

I find strength

in sweet memory.

 

Oh to know there

is a time,

an adventure

when together

would her heart

offer me shelter

in a storm of flurry,

the passionate embrace

does suggest a time

when lips might caress,

hearts touch,

souls intertwine,

and in her eyes,

would I find my sea.


When Last Night Whispers


In the reality of my dreams,

I watched her go about her world,

a spectator

I could stand nearby

notice and wonder,

watch the being of her energy

carry a room,

cause purpose in the eyes of an onlooker.

 

This is the certain radiance,

when woman in elegance,

allows only the shine,

the reverence belongs inside a dream

where reality can never sway

the delight of an innocent eye.

 

I stood near the doorway,

wondering about exits,

clearly concerned

the outside world,

where everyone is on their own,

I contemplated the next moment,

would she always stand nearby.

 

Turning toward the room,

I let my dream take me away,

forever bound by the delight of time,

she would, will, can she really, well, yes,

always dance inside a dream

my dream,

the setting

would I rather remain,

an eternal reminder.

 

When love does call out,

we can all remind ourselves,

there is beauty in time,

an elegance in

a silent utterance.


The Beauty I Correspond


I send these words,

a few at at time,

sometime with meaning,

others,

just to reach her,

to catch her eye,

cause her to perhaps

stop everything,

if only for the time it takes,

to open my world to her own.

 

I know I ask a lot,

however,

please know the confusion,

to me,

seems real,

seems real, right, responsible,

seems love is always a confusion,

and we live to mire ourselves

in the beauty of time,

in the quiet reality of life,

in its autumn,

a time when once a child,

I thought would never come, ]or if I did,

I believed inside it would be less different,

than similar,

the nature of our existence

suggest otherwise.

 

I do know she drives away

I’m hopeful,

I wish for her smile to be in my dream,