NSFW – Adults Only Please – 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 “society

When In Just a Word She Tells Me


There can be this vacant silence,

I have felt it

so often, struggled to accept, to understand,

to anticipate,

and yet every moment it envelops my world,

becomes a torment,

the wheels of my mind roll on,

she continues her mystique, and yet, I am here alone,

wanting to blame someone else besides myself,

so I withdraw, become quiet, probably obstinate,

as the sadness rolls in to my being,

and the skies are blue, and the sunlight easily lost in shade,

while my eyes do continue the search.

 

A word,

is all I receive in kind,

suddenly my purpose does change,

to such a marvelous degree,

that when it appears my desire to be,

begins its own personal travel,

the fire lit,

the vacancy gone,

surely filled with the grace of her goodness.

 

She wants to call it intrigue,

and I want to label it elegance,

society would suggest refined wonder,

and I would call it beauty,

her world would suggest status quo,

and I would argue beyond wonder,

so delightful, simply sensual,

an essence of certain sweet embodiment,

that in a word,

sends me to that settling place,

where nothing can ever possibly matter,

beyond her word,

again.


Oh to Prescribe Time


Dali - The Persistence of Memory

Oh to know this is the right,

time,

this moment,

it is in this amount of gathered energy,

to forecast the right morning,

the perfect afternoon,

a blissful evening,

 

and then to add … more time

 

When we plan our lives around

a certain favor, a pleasing introduction,

a realized shared opportunity to

love

when we might understand,

this was meant to happen just this way,

no one might answer any of the reasoning why,

we just did,

we could,

we knew without wondering we would.

 

and then to add … more time

 

Now chapters along in the journey,

we might begin to recognize stirrings,

perhaps our lives are in different,

parallels, or regions we sometimes cannot predict,

yet in our mind,

we visualize time,

we know we are always there,

always here,

if we can only find the right

time,

the moment suggests,

we have designed our lives.

 

and then to add … more time

 

if we continue to try,

we might find we have lost

a thread,

only that quiet unravel,

takes such little time …

 

print – Salvador Dali – The Persistence of Memory


When Truth Forbids Chance


Oh I have tried,

I do love you with all my being,

and would sacrifice a world,

one filled with reputation and avarice,

for the soul that might challenge

a societal norm.

 

How often would I tell her

she completes the essence of my reason

to examine any notion in my mind.

 

How easily could I look in her eyes

and tell exactly what it was that mattered

to me in the moment.

 

It is always you,

all ways lead to your heart,

and it is me that breaks the path,

by locking onto selfish needs,

rather than the appreciation of just how

magical my life has become with you by my side.

 

Oh to vent a passion like ours,

would write volumes of beauty and grace,

carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts

that symbolize summers and hot spring days,

and impulsive scenarios where two people,

just allowed life to take them in its arms,

and kneel before the starlit sky,

a kiss, a smile, a gasp,

and it was then,

I knew I could know no other love.


When Driven By Words


Have we been replaced?

the crumpled being in the corner mumbled,

to a jury of peers

who in quiet realize,

believe they will never allow themselves …

 

Yet his clothes are shabby,

the same pinstripe with a Jerry Garcia tie

pink button down oxford, and well-shined shoes,

he possessed years earlier,

during that last summit,

the day he resigned from today’s society.

 

Still, no one wonders where he is,

why he became,

how a life can turn beyond,

the normalcy of the human condition.

The new normal some might argue,

he might argue,

she might not care anymore,

given all the energy she spent defending

a frame of mind,

he no longer understood, or chose to wonder …

 

The idealism in surprise,

the beauty of spontaneity,

the sacrifice of one’s own belief system,

in order to complement

The Man.

We are all too easily duped

by pretty sights,

and warm surroundings,

to such a degree of departure,

we sometimes do forget …

 

the crumpled man in soft murmurs.


Pieces of Me


I have left different pieces,

a heartbreak here,

oh sure a typical fare,

a part of my soul belongs over there,

and somehow along the way,

I always discover another day.

 

There is this mountain top,

oh not the ‘free at last’ memoir,

you say,

yet, it is a place where I recall,

I left many pieces of me there that day,

having since noticed it to be paved away.

 

I can grasp the reality of my way,

only as one would suggest,

when all of my chakra’ point a similar way,

that is the truth,

a place where seldom might I hide,

the easily swayed part of me I’d say.

 

I fell in love with her this way,

a manner I’d speak of only with she,

while eyes would take me to new regions,

well beyond the hilltop, inside a forest

one might imply,

is the only place a wild remote may stay.

 

Those pieces of my life,

I’d sometime rather not say,

would help define the whole of me today,

if only I could ever balance,

ever discover that natural breeze,

helps cool the rage remains when run astray.

 

 


Thinking About This


I often wonder about notions,

an idea, plays out in my head,

I formulate my own opinion,

a funny sort of discrete decision.

 

Not yet, my mind tells me,

not ready to share with anyone else,

and there begins the battle,

because I do,

I so want to,

there’s a part of me that wants to free the world,

my world I suppose,

actually, our world,

because I think, wait a second, I mean,

we all seem to … have a want;

so that everyone around me will know

what’s in my head,

what I’m imagining,

 

Thinking about this.


Adjusting My Self


Because that’s what we do,

men,

adjust our selves,

physically,

without a flinch, grab and rearrange,

walking down a city block,

standing in a room of peers,

grasping with petulance upon that external

metaphor.

 

So why all the self-importance one might ask,

for those of you still

hanging around.

Call it the self-deprecation of the ability of man,

to justify their reason for being,

to make light upon the external nature of our intrusion,

perhaps I only want to apologize for my anticipation.

 

The real reason though will play itself out,

in that most delicious and sensual manner,

for it is that love of ‘woman’

the essence of elegance, beauty of her mystique,

it is the man in me that must always realize the gift

is woman

in all of her sinewy swoon,

that dazzle toward unraveling my mind at the sight of

*gasp*

 

And why man,

why can we not simply allow our lives to believe

in cherishing and honoring the natural Grace of woman.

I say this from the bottom of my heart,

because I have been allowed to know,

the true muse, the mysterious delight of woman,

and I am sated by her lovely enticement.

 

So, let’s make the adjustment one last time.

Be a man.