You Are My PoetryΒ 

Funny how little words stand out like the rising sun.  Calling birds to sing in the mornings grace.  The cool air from the nights slumbering face awakes.  As the trees sway, the thought of you comes my way. So, so far away, I can’t see but I can feel your hearts beating thunder.  Your soul as it flutters with a good, my hope for earth is renewed.  All it takes is one, to start the chain, effect that can change, one love, into many.  When the darkness comes, I hide, like so many of us.  Scared to take that step, which leads the walk that comes from talk.  Street lights and headlights, illuminating the way, where evil lives to breathe and play.  My mind is filthy, it stalks your lines.   It licks the very thought that comes to be from your poetry.   Your flowing words ignite a fire deep inside.   Erection, the effect, from the cause of reading your poetic affection.  



Feelings hit with a calming sense,
filling the lungs crisp, clean, fresh,
it soothes a heavy-hearts pain,
a wanting cry, to belong.

The stride to glide,
slides with a child-like beat,
above, the day hovers,
below, the night waits to rise.
Singing along to a whistling tune,
it becomes a favorite song.

The shinning sun spreads its warmth, kissing cheeks,
waiting for the moon, in full to appear,
before a magnitude of glittering stars,
hope grows strong.

There is something between you and I,
a wordless touch of souls,
where silence comforts a joy to breathe,
the same air, it’s rare.

A reaching hand that strokes near yet far,
it lends itself in a most beautiful way,
a special kind of affair,
answered in prayer.

The only agenda,
is that we’ll be there,
as friends,
who really care.

Anger and pain will rise,
from time to time,
let it out,
to say what we will.

In life, struggles seems to find,
words not meant to be kept inside,
we’ll take the bitterness,
and swallow that awful pill.

When words are not enough,
only action has the right,
to believe there is a way,
self-worth, is worth it, still.


Haven’t been around as of late, BC rain can sure be a downer but had a bit of sun today. Staring out at the Golden Ears and Mount Baker WA. always gives me a boost. Nothing more majestic than snow capped mountains to dream with.

Pitt Lake, BC Canada, one of my hiding spots πŸ˜‰

Pitt Lake, BC Canada

I’m In Love With You

At night, I can hear the blood in my veins,
Insane tingles, the nerves mingle with,
Down beat heavy on the bass, my head,
Speedway fast, zip! internal engines,
High on the banks, taking the curves,
Straightaway blur, hitting top speed, here I,

Kaleidoscope colours whizzing by
My heart racing to the speed of sound
Breath, steams the glass, fogging
The heat so intense, the mist becomes dust
Thoughts in my head explode with visions
The setting sun, to my right
The waxing moon, coming from the left
In the center, is life
It grows beneath our feet
We inhale the air filled with hope
We taste the bitter and good
So that it may be understood
We are here, to the end
So put the petal, to the metal
Plenty more laps to go
Let’s take this show on the road


hey gang. this is for you. all my friends who visit.
thank you πŸ™β€οΈπŸ’›

In Sync

how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places that set us free
but the silent moments embraced when breaths
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places that we’ve seen
but the silent moments shared when tears
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places that pressed our lips
but the silent moments taken when kisses
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places where we live
but the silent moments filled when sun and moon
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
all the times and places where we loved
in those silent moments placing stars for each
near and far in sync


wanted to share my new tattoo, its still fresh and healing.
Being here on wp with all of you has been a wonderful experience, one i hope to continue sharing. This is Post 500 dedicated to You. my friends.
I also share on Tumblr, this too, is for those who inspire me there.


Homage to EBB…a genius mind

From Tip To Top

Toe to head
Thoughts led
Along flesh
Eyes thresh
Side to side
Zig zag
Up and down

Its, burning up
Its, hot inside
Desire calling
Hop on a ride
Slippery slope
Wings on a hope
A strange intrigue
It shows fatigue

Want to touch
As much
Patience thins
Lust wins
Trailing skin
Lips sin
Fingers in
Head spin

Tongue tied, words fail
Breaths in, moans wail
Thrust, accepted
Hearts respected
Starting off slow
Build as they go
Orgasm hot
From tip to top