Love and Sensuality

I gaze upon you
I see beauty unrivaled
No,
Not mere physical beauty
For that beauty is here today
Gone tomorrow.
Yea,
Beauty that is heart and soul
Encased in physical
Which makes you
Priceless and extraordinaire.

When in your presence
Without seeing you
My heart knows you
Wants you
Wants to share
Life.

Eyes laid upon you
I desire to
Hold you close
To smell
You
All of you.
I need to
Kiss you
And...

Passion
It does not stop
For I find life with you
Ever a wonder.

Your eyes speak of love and passion
Desire for me
Our time together.
You move with such grace
I can not remove my eyes.
Your voice
Beacons me
To listen.
Your heart
Draws me
In warmth and love.

This is,

Life!



Copyright by, K. William Spencer
21 Dec. 2011
All rights reserved.

The Answer

Life teaches us

plenty

If we’re willing

to learn.

As I travel

this road

called life,

I’ve learned

what many

have either

forgotten,

or never learned.

So many

in our present

time

have come to believe

The answer

Is most

important.

Our generations

have focused

on perceived

Intelligence

by thinking

This wisdom

is measured

in the telling.

but so many

Do not

Understand

The question.

One cannot answer

Without understanding

The question.

Written and copyrighted by

K. William Spencer

03 August 2011

The Unconventional

“My! You are…

Different,

Unusual,

Unfamiliar.”

Am I an alien

Misplaced

on a planet not my own?

My appearance,

Not so different

from those around me.

So, what makes me so

…

Foreign?

Is it my

Disdain

for conformity?

Surely it cannot be thus!

I am

Kind,

Gentle,

Loving,

Giving,

Caring,

Hence, I am among many

Model citizens.

Or is it

My ability to see

To see beyond

The palpable,

The paltry?

To see and to know

That life

Is more than

Mere objects

To be

Bought

Sold

Collected.

If life

upon this world

has been reduced

to mere

Accumulation

To conformity of the

Soul,

the spirit,

I am

Without doubt,

An alien,

To my core.

If the character of life

upon this world

Is expressed through

Avarice,

Materialism,

And conformity

that crushes the soul

And the spirit of all,

Yet speaks of love,

then makes even this wonder

Complex…

I am indeed a

Misplaced Alien.

Written and copyrighted by,

K. William Spencer

02 August 2011

Whom

How can one feel a deep loss for something never possessed? 
I've never had the pleasure of holding you in my arms,
I've never smelled the sweet scent of your skin,
Never tasted the sweetness of your kisses,
The tenderness of your hugs,
Nor that of a simple touch,
The warmth of your words,
The joy of your laughter,
To look into your eyes.

Yet I miss you.

Life continues,

Alone.












Written and copyright by
K. William Spencer
June 2011