I thought that maybe the Romance forem would be a great place where people could put their poetry on. So here it goes:
Man does not build mountains... man builds walls..
Walls that hide him from others ..
So that they cannot see within..
Behind this facade he ponders and waits..
Losing the battle that he never saw..
Too late he at lasts goes forth..
Breaking down his walls opens the gates..
Only to find that nothing awaits him ..
Just a blank canvas commanding his attention..
One that he dearly fears to paint ..
Looking all over searching for a clue..
He spies a break in the darkness that is the canvas..
Someone reaches out and hands him a rainbow of colours ..
To paint his future if only he remembers how..
He starts to paint and soon he has made his mark..
He looks around to see if someone is there ..
For he knows although he commands his fate ..
One needs another to seal the circle..
So softly he reaches out for a hand..
One that will always be beside him
Striving with him to fulfill their needs

Hope you enjoyed it

When I look into your eye's I get a feeling deep down inside,
That makes me shiver and quake,
You take my breath away by every kiss you take,
Hold my soul so gently as not to break,for every breath that you take,
Makes me love you that much more without any mistakes,
Brings us upon a midnight sky by the lake,
The stars shining down upon our face,
To our touch and gentle embrace,
With our lips gently caressing each others face,
One more moment in time , one more in space,
For every breath that you take,,,,,
Makes me love you more than anyone or anyplace, As long as the radiant smile is reflecting on your face,
I will be that man to give you happiness and love in that special place

sheesh....have to go take care of myself after that one.

Hey is it h,o,t n here or is it just me ,,,

Thought about throwing this one in the "where are all the kinky folks" ....but thought it would be apparent enough when done that some of us hide in small Texas towns...

Two young lovers bound by lust
A glance from His eyes she knew she could trust
A scarf to cover her begging eyes
A quiver in her stomacg as he touches her thighs
Standing behind her, He tucks her hair behind her ears
Whispering softly to calm all her fears.
He takes her hand and leads her to bed
Her body trembling not knowing what lies ahead
He commands her to spread her legs open wide as he admires her body
Running His fingers down her side.
Giggling softly and gasping for air
Feeling the intensity of His stare.
He teases every inch of her skin
Her body is begging to feel Him within.
He smirks as he watches her twitch with desire
Sliding His fingers deep enough to feel her fire.
Suddenly thrashing in desperation for Him.
Screaming frantically as she cu ms again.
He grabs her hair pulling her to her knees
She takes His co ck in her mouth, eager to please.
Removing her blindfold so He can look deep into her soul.
She is His submissive-He achieved His goal.

Whew--that was a tough one to share...hope you like it.

To long is to want, but want not too long;
for in longing one dwells in sandcastles by the sea;
where the white ships sail... on gossamer wings.

The child may wander the glass halls of the phillistine;
Each tear, a gem, added to the reflections of what could have been...
what should have been...

But glass melts with age,
the swirling waters, grabbing, pulling, and tugging;
and the jewels of lost yens are all washed away.

So where stands the man,
who for countless seasons stood in the passion of desirous thought?

Left is but his epitath...

He longed to want,
but wanted too long...

She Waits
somewhere my truelove waits....
I have caught scent of her perfume in the wildflowers that grow in the high mountain meadow
And I've heard her quiet laughter in the babble of brooks running swift down the slope.
I have felt her carress on the evening mist, blowing soft from the sea
She has whispered my name where the wind plays amidst the pinion pine and the high rocky outcrops.
She has danced for me, just beyond the firelight, when the groundfog grew dense and the moon was in the trees.
Her arms reaching out, but never to touch; So close and yet, so far.
She has come to me in the night of a desert coldcamp; To cover my face with kisses so soft that I might not wake
And in the morn, her scent still lingered; that of baked dust and scorched rock.
She's out there; Just beyond the next bed; Just around the next hill.
One day we'll meet and our lives will be joined
But until then....She Waits

Mushy Jess LOL

An affair of the heart will tear us apart!
To never love again .
The pain will not subside ,I will never look you in the eye's,
For my soul will never be the same
For once was shall never be between thee.
For the trust is broken,The songs are spoken,
The words will always remain the same.
For life has passed before us all.
So we shall never know what love was or anything a.t all?

Hi Eye....nice to see you posting again.
You are funny and intense. I like baby seals by the way

Breeze....how true

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul

THAT WAS A BEAUTIFUL STORY OF HOW LOVE CAN HEAL ALL ..WITH SO MUCH HATRED IN THIS WORLD ITS NICE TO HEAR SOMETHING LIKE THIS FROM TIME TO TIME...
BILLY(BEAR)

i awake in the morning and attempt to eat, i feel it drawing me outside, my motorcycle, my rash, unyielding brother, and i must go, i must feel that tremble, sit on the seat, feel the power in my grasp, and must fly off again, toward an unknown........end.

that one unseen hole, one fast slide, one slightly offbalalnce turn, one drunken, dopey grandstand tricknot carried off. my nerve ends will tingle with a short twinge of fear, and ill be carried in seeming slow motion, throttle in hand, to my end, my days come to me as if they know me, i am at peace with life and at war with humanity,

to be banking low, in a long, leaning turn, like dangling on the edge of a precipice, to pass between cars with inches to spare, to race the wind and win. these are my joys, and this is my life, and as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow, it will be my death, to melt back into the earth that i came from,

to h*** with their system, their order, I have my own order, the full free sensation of rushing wind, wind pounding my body, the unmatched buffeting joy, of speed, to laugh at my troubles, to leave responsibility to those that woyuld have it, and my motorcycle. long, low, lean, brite with glinting sunlight, full of my love.

along ribbons of roads, past envious middleclass softskinned jellyfish, that are the backbone of this land. to show them that simply with no regrets, in my poorly educatedmind, with scruffy clothes, flowing hair, i simply and truly, dont give a f***about their society, to ride alone in the blowing wind, to seetrue beauty. to love and be loved by my own people.....

to sit in abstract bliss, astride my leather seat, in the poor postured pose of a bike rider, to feel throbbing power wrought by my hands, my sweat, my love, my blood, into this beautiful brother of mine. to drift by the victims of the system who stare in blank confusion, to roll up a broken white line on my front tire....

Something I wrote for Memorial Day;

"Memorial day: the changes thru life"


Remember when Memorial Day marked the start of the summer adventure?

Then I went to Vietnam...


Remember when Memorial Day meant you put down your c-rations for a moments silence for the guys who wouldn't be going home with us?

And then I came home...


Remember when Memorial Day was a time to be so busy planning cookouts and road trips and staying drunk, that you didn't have time to think about what this Day really meant?

Then I lived life as a Namvet...


Remember when Memorial Day was a time to be envious of our brothers who died, because they never had to endure the nightmares and cold sweats that became a normal part of living for us?

Finally, I found Therapy...


Remember when Memorial Day became a time our tears started washing out the bitterness we carried for so many years?

I visited the National Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C. ...



Remember when Memorial Day turned into a time to honor our fallen brothers and pray that someday we'd be ok again, too?

Something melted within me, my heart maybe...


Remember when Memorial Day changed!!! And we no longer pitied ourselves. And we were finally, truly able to honor our deceased comrades, and feel sorrow for their families, who never got a chance to see them make the journey back to peace at heart.

May we never again waste so freely, the flower of our youth

Time is the key.

Elusive in its function,
Hesitant with its disclosure,
Its very nature veiled in faith.

Whether it be the menace of your existence,
Or the ally of your conscious being.
Its virtue, its asset, are for the choosing,
You must forever reign its master.
~
And,
Lest you ever dismiss your influence,
Your impact,
Your presence.
You will prevail.

Invariably and with utmost certainty,
you have a purpose.
Blessed that it is,
You will pursue this life?s sojourn,
And revel in the odyssey.
~
Yet, for those who choose to see,
There is always beauty, and limitless bounty.
You have the vision, the soul, the spirit,
This elusive joy is yours for the asking.

Wish not for that which is inaccessible,
Though wish for that which is possible, in due time.
Dreams reflect the fire of human spirit,
Wherein the wish is fueled, and reality realized.
~
Your future is cast,
And your present but a pause.
There is to be a tomorrow,
For it?s certainty is the wisdom of today.
~

Give Me The Wind And A Bright Sunny Day
With The Blacktop Receeding Behing Me
Travalling Again On My Freedom Machine Is Where Your Most Likely To Find Me
I'll Take The Thrill Of A Swift Pair Of Wheels And The Two Lane Passing By Me
Riding Along With My Heart Full Of Song And My Eyes And My Head Full Of Wonder
Let Me Ride With The Wind To A Place I've Not Been
Where Adventure Awaits My Arrival
Where Wide Open Space With The Wind In My Face
Aren't Mearly Good Times They Are Survival
Crossing Our Land On A Coast To Coast Span With And Asian Blue Canopy Above
Or A Moonlit Night With The Stars Shining Bright
This Is The Lifestyle I Love