Form and from natures fear

Days she is much kinder

A small kiss proves she’s near

Her power a reminder

Storm awaiting, anticipation

Wind, lightning, thunder rain

Non debating, expectation

the defintion of pain

To the ocean reach

And to the sky caress

To the gods of love beseech

the heart’s wounds redress

winds howl in torment

sky cracks as glass

now is that moment

at it shall not pass

and to her tears I embrace

her lullaby a whispered song

the devinity of that face

where all of love’s love belong

For this passion on this page

Will see once again my sky

For its misses pales in rage

When is kisses true loves eye

man up

When the hell did men stop acting like men? I am not sayng act like knuckle dragging troglodytes. But be men. Real men value intelligence, courage, sensitivity, bravery, and skill. Courage is going on to spite fear.   Time to Man up guys. Yeah times are hard. Times have always been hard. Take some damn responsibiity. When the only battles you’ve fought were video games? When the only loves you’ve ever felt discarded for momentary inconveniences? When you could debate without anger?When you can fight with a guy and buy him a drink afterwards?When did softness become weakness and agression strength? When did tears become poison? Some of the strongest men I know were raised by single mothers. Some of the bravest men I knew never fired a gun but held to their principles and never chest thumped. Honor is the magnetic north of our moral compass. It’s time to navigate back. Time to be men again. Not abusive and arrogant. But gentle and strong. Time to be gentle-men.

raptures

Rhapsody, my heart leaps like a falcon seeking to soar. There is no measure. No distance. I am faster than light. See these and believe these my notes, and feel them as a kiss when you say them in whispers. In silhouette etched in the shadow you in my furious passion phrases are my life's sentence. I serve it willingly. You are my music and even my the darkness I see the sound, from every cell. It is your very eloquence that maks me write music in the unsteady tempo of this heart.

Being a man of action

Of this love tis but a fraction

For your satisfation

I tell you this my creed

 

In those eyes I find joy

Sarcastic and very coy

With these words shall I deploy

In these petals you will read

 

Being one with the flow

This love is all I know

With this poem hope to show

This flower from the seed

 

I call to you Phoebe’s daughter

Blood feeds earth though slaughter

I boil and freeze like water

For in that heart I am freed

 

My moon it has begun

To the eclipse I shall run

I am a shadow to your sun

Your love my meat and mead

 

May this passion never cool

This fire over rule

I rather be this fool

No obstacle impede

 

So I ask for this chance

In the delerium of romance

I ask you for this dance

If you let me lead

 

Now late is the hour

I must storm this tower

Yield to a greater power

And to your mercy I concede