For it is these pages,
I know just a few,
the random numbers
began my journey
were truly all of you.
I wonder sometimes
where the safest place might be
to shadow my fears,
to reveal my
It is in these words,
I sometime fall upon,
on occasion a pure
Yet there are the
those days where my pain,
is only relentless in its fury.
I’ve lived a life
of which no pride
might satisfy the enduring
legacy of my time.
I’d rather know now
when will the shoe drop,
might tonight the sky collapse.
Oh to hear the beckon of
a certain salvation,
when the exhaustion will subside,
when peace might frankly meet
It is in here,
I’ll speak my words,
a safe place of course,
where only she will see.
For it is her world
does hearken me to wonder,
what would life be like,
if only we were she.
I wonder if you might know,
how soon while in the throe,
I do my willingness throw,
my heart in full tell of your soul.
I wanted to kiss you there, again,
have you swoon, and shake the reign
of self-control, to let go while in rain,
we two could train love our refrain.
I really didn’t know when your lips
did touch my meaning how my slips
into an eternal passion silent clips
of my reality would loosen my grip.
Now it is today, I am so truly lost
wishing now what is the real cost.
how the air around me
that energy inside me,
turned to wisp of delight,
her fragrance perhaps,
the beauty of a stance suggests seductive
innocence, without the naivete – only simply the desire
recognized in our society,
a special gift to our eyes,
no desire to be repressed for being beautiful.
When will we discover a way to put aside
human condition musings,
those that tell us all how vulnerable we are to
that notion of humility mixed with scintillating sensuality,
pass on the forboden scrutiny
she walked by me today.
I try to draw near to the moment helps recall my musings,
one can only wish they might be better defined,
yet, with so many variables, distractions, delights,
we encounter throughout our waking hours,
it is no surprise,
-notice we are on a positive stream of consciousness-
that its sometimes hard to know,
who it is that drives our words …
Is it perhaps the woman who keeps a chronology of her escapades,
or perhaps that gentleman speaks in only
dominance with esquire flair,
-we all know there is bullshit about us-
I wonder then if simply the refreshing walk of normalcy,
that passes by my window, a leash in hand,
-for their dog you idiot-
is temptation enough to be enticed by her,
gentle lead of a quiet urban life.
Today again, I will go in search of that something,
someone, who is, beyond my reach,
certain to know she might be of an elegance
that moves many beyond my own head,
my own eyes delving deep inside her mystique,
to want her abandon to fall into the sweet hold of my
to feel the wisp of breeze as lips find naked romance,
to light the morning’s fire again …
morning java, sweet a musing’s tone
We often recall a special moment
Perhaps it is a song on the radio
The melody hums a sweet lament
A different time we no longer know.
When in my childhood I fell in love
Her sweet eyes only offered a peace
A smile infectious and sensitive
I wanted her to fix my lonely place
That summer of ’78 when we found
We were brought together in eve
With a passion, a beautiful sound
Echoed in our mind, still so naïve.
Time would draw us further away,
Yet always an occasional reminder
That she might be in mind today
Eyes with rare chance to find her
We both spoke of a certain curiosity
Did she, as he, while they, might she
Or could this all be simple fallacy,
The answer in our minds would be
Wrought in speculation; my imagination.
Then came her words, the sweet recall
What I did feel, she gave me validation,
If not for solid lives, I may yet truly fall.
I’m in the woods tonight, a forest green
With Nature’s eyes always alert nearby
I think of perfection, surreal sky serene
A soft wish the welcome be not good-bye
My last words of impact with certain desire
Gave strength to the notion of our reunion.
Add certain fuel, yet we feed upon the fire
A spark, an impulse, a lasting impression
Suggests there is always sweet possibility
Heaven sent, this haven, sensing dignity
The cool atmosphere of that morning,
the immediacy of you.
I gave you a short look,
before you could see me,
yet certainly I was drawn,
white shorts running lines along
sweet svelte legs,
sinewy symbols of sexuality.
I watched you walk across the room,
first day suggestive stares,
quiet in my own space,
I knew well I would glance more,
eventually wanting to share a volley
of furtive eye candies whilst the room,
began to study the art of the text,
our creative nuance seemed to take hold.
I remain fond,
reflective in the peace of my own mind,
Yes, there are days when I do,
I know now you have love,
that special miracle of life,
when confusion created melody,
once before now harmony suggests
I remember you once handed me your key,
I held it in my hands,
still today I am curious,
who did eventually empty the contents,
were they able to distinguish
that life was the one we carried
in our hearts three summers,
designed around surreal cold landscapes,
the heat of desire,
warming our imagination.
I wonder today, about the beauty of you,
only to tell you I wish to offer a key
that may enhance your elegance,
always and forever.
I wonder sometimes,
I wonder why, or how,
is reason a real thing,
or did we just make that up,
in order to get through the day.
A reason to get up,
I need a reason to stay alive,
would you give me any good reason?
I wander too, sometimes without a spec of dust on my boots.