She is innocent with love

She lives and breathes for him

There is nothing she wouldn’t do for him…

He is her world and she loves him  He is arrogant, yet charming

  He thinks nothing of what he can give her,

   only of what she can give him…

She is desperate for his love  She is his play thing and he is her King

She cries, but he does not comfort

She trusts and he takes advantage

Her heart is broken and he steps on the pieces…

He becomes bored with her silly dreams

  Her feelings are of no importance to him

  She is an object that has lost its luster

  His thoughts turn to his next conquest…

 “That son of a bitch!”

“That stupid girl.”

If he had only listened.

If she had only opened her eyes.

The deaf lay dead.  The blind become numb.



Good evening my lover, isn’t it time you unwind;

Take off that suit of yours, and have a glass of wine.

As you can see with your naked eye, I have dressed for the occasion;

All your dreams may come true tonight, with just the right amount of persuasion.

Allow me to remove that tie of yours, and other items of unwanted restriction;

Let us bathe in the heat of our bodies, and do things that others believe are only fiction.

Oh’, and one more little thing my love, is it sleep you feel the need to give into?

Alone with your neck and your pride well erect, goodnight and farewell my sweet fool.



She was a strong and beautiful woman,

Full of life, vigor, and confidence.

Yet the cruel hearts of men had tried many times to knock her down;

Men who saw her only as an object, as a thing they had to possess.

Never had a man truly taken the time to understand her,

Rarely did she have the opportunity to be true to herself.

As a young girl she knew adversity before she knew love,

As a woman she experienced hardship more often than happiness.

God had planned for her to be an angel and a goddess,

A woman who held the heavens in her eyes and pure love in her heart.

Now she spends too many of her days in a cold, dark tunnel,

Numb to the world and to the sunlight which tries to show her the way out.

She is determined to survive and so she shall, but at what cost?

She denies her feelings, suppresses her needs, and refuses to trust.

Those who are in need of it will receive her protection and her love,

But at the end of the day she finds that she has none left for herself.

She has been broken many times upon the jagged rocks of despair and betrayal,

Yet she will not languish in peril or cry upon the shoulders of shallow men.

Instead she will rise from these rocks as a Phoenix would rise from its ashes,

And she will continue to have faith even when hope has abandoned her.

Vows of Atlas

I began writing this poem in 2005 and completed it in 2006.  It is the single most important piece to me personally for it was the inspiration for the wedding vows I wrote when I married my wife, Sadeana, in 2009.

Vows of Atlas

I, Atlas, Son of God and man of Earth, ask thee Olympia, Daughter of God and woman of Earth, to be my best friend, my greatest lover, and my eternal soul mate.

As a testament of my love, I do pledge these solemn promises:

To love this woman as she desires to be loved, by day, by night, awake, asleep.

To stand behind this woman when it is her time to shine; to stand beside this woman when she needs support; to carry this woman upon my shoulders when she is void of strength.

To honor this woman with honesty, loyalty, and respect with every word I speak, every action I take, and every thought I produce both in and out of her presence.

To place this woman’s happiness, health, and well-being before my own, and to here fore dedicate my life to serving her needs and protecting her.

To build a life together with this woman; a life that is meant not to replace the individual lives we have lived and will continue to acknowledge, but rather to compliment and enhance them.

To pursue spiritual understanding of this woman; to respect her beliefs and gain insight into her soul.

To look upon no other woman with lust or entertain by thought or by action a notion of physical intimacy with another woman.

It is with these sworn promises that I request the hand of Olympia to be my wife today, tomorrow, and each day thereafter that I am blessed to be breathing and loved by her.