About Me: Poetry

I am.... me, the analytical opinionated thing that simply seeks to figure out all things of meaning. Filled with intense curiosity, I engage in conversations to discover the nature of relations, yet with a sense of patience I pursue greatness, for being nothing is not where I want to be.

Yes, I struggle against the thought of a stagnant reality, I seek to experience what I can, understanding that the eventuality is the greatest adventure that I'll ever undergo.

Where am I headed, you ask? I'm headed out to find the lady who can engage me with her mind, keep in tune with my time, and lazily make her way through life wandering through this beautiful rhyme. Pursuing that is my goal, to argue and banter with a woman with lilt to her laughter and together we can start a new chapter, make the world quake at it's knee's with our vibrant crafty endeavors! A woman whom I can truly respect!

But, these things are never forced and waiting is the key. I'll continue to explore, learning ever more, so that when I meet her, our scores in the game of life should at least be even!

Beyond that? I flow like water from one moment to the next, never stopping, a rushing current of entertainment and logical manipulations and expert ministrations so that I can take life by the hand and save her from the river of a slowly deteriorating time!

The Rain

Outstretched, slowly going
Over reaching, softly flowing
Tonight

It is in curious interest, that I
Stare outside, a lonely mind
The race is being run, down the side
Of the window/Am I behind?
Out of time?
Doubt it, the world is mine/
Just as I touch the sky, The divine/
Is already inside, already arrived,
Painting the wall in hues amazing
And these hazy thoughts-

Give themselves to a form and clarity granted by the falling of the rain,
Outstretched, slowly going
Over reaching, constantly flowing
Tonight.

Music

A heart contains several notes-
Melodies for special situations.
Played like drums or quickly strummed,
they produce emotions.
A midnight tryst contains a lovely ballad,
Tempered later by the blues;
Fighting words will illicit drama
sung by a broadway muse.
Fear of fate will still sing the gospel
following a quick bout of prayer-
While a sunset always arrives
following electronic days in subtle layers.
Anothers pain is echoed by a wailing sound,
A guitar crying their hurt that day;
While a flute, light and airy,
brings peace and fends loss away.
A snow covered field on a winters day
is reflected by all that jazz;
And a solo by a lone violin
will remind us of beauty past.
A single aria from a lonely soul
becomes a duet between lovers,
while a dirge follows inevitably
when they depart each other.
So from my heart to yours,
Why can't we sing forever?
Let's let our souls fly free and
see what music we'll make together.

Lynch Me

Smoke hangs,
Suspended in twilight to-night,
Walls washed with dark gray, the transition
The black and white,
They forever fight-
City nights and neon lights flying past

Can't you feel this punk noir?

The beat of the unseemly, lazy, pulse
Throbbing with life at every hour,
Sweet dreams, are indeed, made of these-

And these flickering, lights, shine off and on,
Lost in a chasm of their own, making
Cavernous, the specks illuminate the dark,
A walk on the borderline-
/in the park?

Night, this is our time-
The light is gone now, come play,
Flee the hazy day, embrace the gray,
Feel alive in the moonlit rays,

What do you have to say?

Moonlight

Tonight I gaze out of the nearest window/
Watching the moon filter through my shifted curtain/
Yet for what reason, I am not certain/
Inspiring a sense of calm, it eases my thoughts/
With currency of pale dappling bought/
Lest I look away, and lose my investment.

Fall Is Coming~!

'Twas a fine fall day, perfect for reflection.
October hues lay everywhere in the scene.
My Lady and I traveled no particular direction,
Enchanted by natures artistic perceptions,
We stare awestruck at the trees.