long ago you came into view.

hyptonized the eyes

and courted your passionate

desires throughout the days

to make a case for togetherness.

everyday life took over,

and it took a back seat

while you watched through the windows

as life’s lessons unfolded.

your rear-view presence reached out

and took this hand,

and a courtship began.

those guitar leads of sensuous melodies

finally left us dancing

in an outdoor performance

where others can feel the ultimate sound

when its growth of love is exploratory.


there is a lot of work ahead.

it’s not going to be easy.

skill is drastically important,

and rough planning

is a key starting point.

this mix of art and science

might help bring out the shape

where the crystal needs a fancy cut.

that man in the apron

begins his work

of cleaving, bruting and polishing –

an intricate process,

of which is placed in a band.

a sense of vows emerges.

love takes time as they say.

it must be right,

because he placed the diamond ring

along with all the others

in the display case.


little by little,

you established the core

within the influences

of math and sciences

and built up visuals in the perceptions.

like a baseball player at the plate

taking swings to connect,

a few lively factors came into play.

knuckleball, curve ball, change up,

slider, fastball, screwball, sinker, splitter, forkball

and a few others thrown your way,

defined the countless swings without connecting.

when it’s not your cup of tea,

it takes a while to adapt to the pitches

that have been thrown by you

with exacerbating- like circumstances.

little by little, the grip on the bat changed –

firmer and firmer with a more confident look at the plate.

the balls thrown your way

are now starting to look less deceiving,

and the hits are beginning to drop through the field.

life has a way of adapting within the circle.


if you can work it over –

keep doing it.

because this fiddle

needs the practice in order

to see enlightening results.

it hasn’t had enough time.

but see life comes into play,

and sometimes it is like an envelope

that has been sealed for many years –

you have to open it up

and hold it in your hands.

that’s the way it goes,

because internalizing seems to be status quo.

your fingers are like bridges.

you have to run things through them

to get to the other side.

if you don’t press hard enough,

it will be slow to speak.


i’m just a small town guy from north east pa. it is east of erie pa by about an half an hour and also sits and lake erie is part of its home front. i’m also about 80 miles west of buffalo ny. that gives you a good idea as to east and west.

sometimes life can saddle you with lots of situations that you have to wade through. it can take a long while before you really start to discover who you are. positive reinforcements do matter, but sometimes there is a lot of unintentional stuff you are those around you had no idea of knowing while growing up in the 60’s and 70’s. i really don’t think that there was any educational stuff in self help areas back then to help you identify how you function as a human being.

i’ve run this blog now for over a little two years now. even though i knew i wanted to be heard, it played second fiddle to the everyday go around with being a forklift operator. but my personal life took a dramatic nosedive, and i had to find away to vent in any way that i could. it’s good to get rid of anger so that it isn’t keep all bottled up inside. i have learned over time that getting to the pen and paper is what sees me through. however, i have some stuff that is raw and biting. i’m not very confrontational in person and that often can set me up for a lot of problems like getting pushed around and being used. it doesn’t help that i have often given far greater to boundaries to people. some will tell me that i have lower my standards, whether it be a lady or what i do for a living. the object is to move ahead and succeed.

it is my opinion that writers have to work with their pasts to get insights for the present and future. writers sometimes come along slowly and have sacrificed greatly to many of those around us. introverts and sensitive people or the mix of both need people to understand it’s not about trying to make us thick skinned. it’s about them learning to accept some validated criticism. we can learn to live together, but it’s high time that those that have sacrificed need to be heard for greater good of humanity.

writing – it’s a die-hard mechanism to keep you breathing.