Tag: pleasure

I Would Wait For This Moment

If it meant two people from opposite sides might smile,

I would wait for the final moment,

if I could know it was coming soon, we might lose denial

to recognize the beauty of Man,

beyond the animal, far and away we might know

the human condition,

it all of its fervor,

trying forever to recognize the places

our minds might go,

but if in the moment,

I measured race to be an entity

of sharing love and passion and a compassion

for the well being of the misunderstand,

then certainly it might be the classroom,

the place where lives we touch,

could smile again,

look upon each other in a sea of clouds,

both distant and frankly above,

and through that atmosphere

of a certain unknowing,

might we then,

remember where this all began,

in a place we might call love,


understanding beyond the mystique

does lay the real,

we would then shout from the rooftops,

we now know how to look one another

in the eye,

sharing a pleasant catharsis.

is it as known as the love we might have shown.

Mansion Envy


I wonder about that world carved into the wild

Down the street and tucked off the avenue

Backed into a shallow grave

Where the bricks and mortar rise


The landscape stretching beyond the forest

Where the trees and natural growth were stripped away

New seedlings forced to convey an image

A gardener’s responsibility now

Certainly not yours, whose identity you might be today

Given the nature of such surroundings

I’ll only imagine you were never meant to stay

Yet now an after thought

Lives in your dream home.

When we drive by we wonder out loud sometimes

Who might occupy this vast acreage?

With security shades nearby the pool and recreational rambler

The windows are all rather sheltered

With drawn fabrics coiffed to internalize a world

Unlike my own

Far removed from my daily concerns


I do wonder though

About your typical day

Waking, eating, smelling, living, walking, tasting, releasing

Seems though the grounds are untouchable

If I were to walk up to you

Might my fingertips reach out to: interact?

With the bare realities of the human condition

How different are we all in our mechanical persona

While around us other lives seek shelter from the wild.