Avenues to Dead End Streets.

Avenues To Dead End Streets.

Insurmountable walls 

created  only by me, 

lie between us.

I can't begin to believe

that you would want 

anything to do with me

 My faith in myself

has been shattered

to often  before.

So I begin 

checking the ropes, 

that I hope will 

be my  heartstrings

tethered  you yours

as I make my approach.

Stammering rehearsed words,

of what I might say, 

given a split second 

to catch your lovely eyes

to grace your attention

with my feeble thought.

Never really seeing 
that small door
left open to your soul,
as you strive to let
loneliness out

with a welcoming mat 

before it chronicaling

your openess 

to someone new

who will come in without

fanfare, coined, catch phrases, 

or forced emotions.

Just an impromptu hello, 

and a warm grin

would do it,

filling your hunger 

for companionship.

Convert sad sensations 

into conversations

sharing what is 

common between us

simple steps 

that most men 

agonize over 

for far too long

and soon the 

opportunity is gone

Beauty is far 

too often ignored,

as beyond the 

common man's grasp.

beauty was meant for two

 to bask in and 

be filled with delight

I tell myszelfthis 

but myself tells me back,

"It's not that easy."

Meanwhile I load 

my monkey backpack

of desparity as I prepare 

to reach you

in ways you'd

never care to see.