Crying is Ok

I still do


early morning silence

waves of you.

I check

feel the shudder

my body impaled

lonely is wrath

Listen to the clock

taps of time

In quiet reality

without you.

Becoming familiar

finding absence again

checking sites

the only part you give.

If I allow time to consume

and I do because

I want to always,

you … my cleansing morning


A Wish To Respond

How might I take back the reactive nature of fear

when while calling out my motives were clear

yet so early in the day she had spoken of time

asking that the overwhelming nature too sublime

if I might recall my every word, the passionate plea

would it have any matter, would our lives feel free

Oh to know the real nature of understanding you

so that this my catalogue of days have been so blue

last touch, your kiss the sensuality in your eyes

should then have left my heart to be more wise

Oh to know surely the way to touch your heart again

so this awkward departure our lives apart could end

A Refreshing Change

It is funny really, I’ve been writing here for many years now, and have gone through a lot of transitions, times where I realized I overstepped my boundaries and those when I found myself confused by the atmosphere of readers, followers, the blogger’s mindset. Only until recently had I been writing completely for myself. Oh, there are inferences, and there always be, that is the natural course of the human condition. We have to connect our lives, otherwise our loneliness will certainly drive us over the edge.

I was close to the edge, I still am; however, in a manner of speaking, I’m standing on solid ground again. I’ve never wanted to be a person thought of as one who would use someone else to their benefit, but I think sometimes when we get caught up in our perceived pain we become helpless. For everyone and anyone whom I have ever bothered, hurt, surprised, I give you my apology. For now, I will continue to soul-search openly through words that maybe someday will become chapters of an essay with interlaced poetry to keep the reader engaged.

What is refreshing is that I feel comfortable simply writing from the heart. I appreciate your audience. I wish you all a wonderful weekend.

To Where I Go


I remember a time when words would reach and respond, a time of sweet expression. I remember there was no effort in being blessed with a reach, a selective hello, a wonder of a passionate plea. I could become anything I wanted to be, and still an acceptance always occurred, a sort of light that would lead me to new places, newer imagined horizons, a peaceful sojourn shared with that certainty of love.

I come here now because there is an energy, a reminder, some sweet redemption for the pain that has drawn our hearts to distant paths, perhaps no longer walking in a similar direction, but I always try hard to let my evaluation of this time fade away so hope and desire might always remain.

I hold on to love as it is all I may ever have, it gives me strength and helps me realize that it did once exist, and no matter such societal expectations that drove a stake in between our lives, I’ll always know there was a time …

I sit inside a dream, a wonderment that lets me breathe rather than swallow me into becoming nothing at all with my world, my imagination, my creative soul. I know that time and life offer only a partial glimpse into what our lives may become, we have to live out the rest. There have been recent days when I no longer felt I had the same resilience for continuing forward I once had, but my strength is returning.

Inside that transformation contains a stolen heart waiting to be found … someday.

Until then, I drink my coffee, knowing whom it is I care and hold close to my sweet rendering of memory; she is a muse, yet un-mistakenly real, her mystique always with me.

Always here …

A Quiet Solace

For it is that might

a setting silent

allow some sweet repair

this our symbolic



Aged in the eyes

always watching

yet in a glance

only ours

this moment

in silent reckoning.


Would when then

give each, us a solace

a peace of mind

love does live

always here …


a silent breeze

lets love float nearby

What Measure Is Love

Who determines,

inside a dream we fly,

yet so quickly the descent

if once begun.

there finds no true answer



Oh there is promise

the look in one’s eyes

to suggest this,

what a moment might


could forever be in our



Clouds appear

we brush them aside,

for it is now,

not later,

the overcast nature

of indecision

will hurry past our lives

will eventually answer



There was this time,


when she might show me

a tear,

it was love,

some kind of sensibility,

until that day,

when she turned away,

my words

she no longer


though she could

let me go,

knowing I might,