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 “the blues

Full Moon Blues


I looked at the moon tonight,

I wished it were described

through her eyes,

so that only I could understand,

what it is she was looking for.

 

I would like to imagine passion,

like the lunar magic in a holistic pattern,

all of us drawn,

well especially her and me,

by the mystique of the moon.

 

I stayed inside then

the remainder of the night,

I knew the stars were there,

under the moon light,

we could all pretend we were

there together.

 

I listened to the blues,

wondered about certain energy,

hoped I might be alright,

to have this tendency,

to want to understand,

and get it.

 

Under the light of the moon,

Sang the blues in a quiet swoon.


In My World, She Is Sweet Melody


I love her,

yes, did I mention the other day,

when espousing on love,

it is designed in the elements so defined

in her beauty.

 

Oh, she does,

yes, and she can forever cast eternal light,

she may cause a certainty in my heart,

to bleed with every pore of possibility,

to explode with such a torrent,

buries all indication of question,

when in her eyes,

alone,

I can see a world that I truly might exist inside.

 

Oh she does,

yes she does sing the blues,

she will be the delicious drawn out melody,

that might settle my heart,

or let it speed so rapidly,

my world will not be contained

within the soothing nature of her sweet soul.

 

Yes, she does,

yes, oh my fire alone,

she can, will, may always

touch my

soul,

in her quiet reality,

a demeanor of delight,

it is this uncertainty we strive to omit,

in order to with little regret,

none indeed,

with a sensual twist of her lips,

 

I do

see her, she is smiling,

I can tell

you …

I love (her).


Walking Nearly By


I was walking down the street the other day

when I did notice you. The guy standing on the corner

offering his wares in a shady manner.

I thought to myself, why not, why did this exist today.

I was walking down the street just today

when I noticed you again. Wanting your wares

to be bought and sold by the everyman.

For that is the truth

we all seem to want the same things

If a guy next to me riding the city train

be wearing a fabric, a garment, a chain, a bracelet

I might want that in my hands

so I’m going to take it you see,

I’m going to want to have it now

While I’m walking nearly by

on a sunny day along the avenue.