Rooting Through Stiff, Dog-Eared Poetry Books

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Rooting through stiff, dog-eared poetry booksAttempting to absorb, not so much memorizeI want to know the words as they float byI’m closing my eyes, another mental disguise Where are the secrets hidden in the pagesUnofficial degrees & pedigrees / nuance of thoughtTomes stacked upon every available surfaceI’m mesmerized; but know … Continue reading Rooting Through Stiff, Dog-Eared Poetry Books

Chasing The Mailman Down The Road

Photo by Ylanite Koppens on <a href="https://www.pexels.com/photo/letters-and-an-eyeglass-on-table-1809342/" rel="nofollow">Pexels.com</a> Chasing the mailman down the road I must get my thoughts out of town Reload; poetess vixen’s got to know She’s hot - turning my lust into a frown I’m fixin’ to let the world in on my secret But they’ve got ahold of my opportunity Chances … Continue reading Chasing The Mailman Down The Road

Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Photo by Victoria Borodinova on Pexels.com Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking - without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control - … Continue reading Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Drinking From Chipped China

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Drinking from chipped chinaA teetered walk, almost a slow wambleA shy smirk; memories from opening nightCaste members & the entire ensembleThe lights have been extinguishedDark; quoting lines from beyond the pageAn echoed whisper of what we once heardNow absurdly tiptoeing back onstage

Junky Little Notes

Photo by brotiN biswaS on Pexels.com Junky little notesThrowaway lines on the postmodern stageCultural fragmentation in empty streetsTruth whittled away on an evaporating page The disillusionment of an appropriated lifeWhile the world’s on fire; downright ablazeThe American Dream sold off to the lowest bidderFeeling dissociative in these recent raucous days Our dishonest & unaccountable governmentAre … Continue reading Junky Little Notes

Unsettled First Thing In The Morning

Unsettled first thing in the morning How to thrive when life doesn’t provide hope Quiet moments don’t mean easy moments Free falling from the scripted tropes Blinking to adjust your diminishing vision Blood pressure rising with the kettle’s scream Needing caffeine’s chemical reaction To remove myself from this waking dream Deep fatigue pressing down on … Continue reading Unsettled First Thing In The Morning

Believing In The Subtle Power Of Aggregation

Photo by Mesut u00e7iu00e7en on Pexels.com Believing in the subtle power of aggregation Absorbing the world around ourselves bit by bit Combining positive elements out of modern strife Breaking into a smile; for that’s where the sunshine sits Mixing dreams with the desirous contents of our souls Letting go of expectations might let our thoughts … Continue reading Believing In The Subtle Power Of Aggregation

Prolapsed Epiphanies When We’ve Gone Straight

Photo by Dmax Tran on Pexels.com Prolapsed epiphanies when we’ve gone straightBlaming our mothers when castigation is on othersReturning to Eden & those Lost Children so feralMost of us would remain cultivated if given the chance Palpitations & related systemic hateCandied apples lacerated with the Poison PenSealed with Judas’ kiss & ceremonial waxSlipped a pill … Continue reading Prolapsed Epiphanies When We’ve Gone Straight

Unpublishable Dirges & Ardent Drivel

Photo by Michael koneckiy on Pexels.com Unpublishable dirges & ardent drivel Line the dirty pages of my notepads Thirty odd years of erratic confessions Safe to say, this isn’t a passing fad Not some clichéd, bedeviled artist Just a clumsy, undereducated hack Attuned with genuine life experience & the scars of authenticity on my back … Continue reading Unpublishable Dirges & Ardent Drivel

Your Futile Attempt To Transform

Photo by Becerra Govea Photo on Pexels.com Your futile attempt to transformA goddess into a mere mistressStripping her of all her powerAssuaging your deceitful distress Misguided pleasures of your sinNot connected to her sainted statureFallible notions of mediocrityDirectly reflecting your soul’s fracture Needing revenge for your inadequacyThoughts forever lost under her petticoatIn the end, you’re … Continue reading Your Futile Attempt To Transform

Doing My Best To Survive Each Day

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Doing my best to survive each dayI know that sounds melodramaticModernity is a soul-crushing endeavorWhere success & happiness aren’t automatic The charts are filled out into marginsUnpronounceable pills prescribed to the gillsI used to be adequately sociableBut now I’m weirdly a buzzkill Psyhosomatic stamped on the back pagesHigh-functioning, so … Continue reading Doing My Best To Survive Each Day

Dudley-Do-Right Making Eyes At Natasha

Photo by Nigel Nyumbu on Pexels.com Dudley-Do-Right making eyes at NatashaCounty Mountie on the lookout for the banditMr. Right bringing the Crown and lubeShe’s suspicious; not how she planned it Canada — the land ice was bornRocky, Bullwinkle & Boris in shocked disbeliefNatasha Fatale now a naturalized citizenLying on a bearskin rug in only a … Continue reading Dudley-Do-Right Making Eyes At Natasha

She’s Someone I Don’t Even Know

Photo by Yick Chong Lam on Pexels.com She’s someone I don’t even knowBut I’m discovering I have a crushCautious as to refrain from eye contactDiscomfort in knowing her beauty could make me blush But she doesn’t know I existTrying to uncover the reasons as to whyNo interest in any eternal ramificationsLet me be, I’m just … Continue reading She’s Someone I Don’t Even Know

Their Nickle Pulps Penned Within Textbook’s Seams

Photo by alleksana on Pexels.com Their nickel pulps penned within textbook’s seamsReading while we drink coffee in tight white teesAdolescent delusions out there on Atlantic beachesDown where the boardwalks are supposed to be Vapid notes & mass produced sentimentsBasic thought — quickest way to fill the pageGet another chapbook out on the sales floorCatch the … Continue reading Their Nickle Pulps Penned Within Textbook’s Seams

Let’s Normalize Matrons Flashing

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Let’s normalize matrons flashingI fancy the unexpected & a little brashShe gets my eyes swirling & I’m lightheadedFully transfixed; my heart’s going to crash I can’t help but stare at her dancer’s legsMy eyes keep placing them in second positionThe way they move without effortMy pulse quickens; a love … Continue reading Let’s Normalize Matrons Flashing

Modern Emotion With Multiple Stimulation Points

Modern emotion with multiple stimulation points Culmination of heritage & the soulful legacies Numbing dreams of suburban legends & reduced sense Homemade cocktails in vials & pill popping heresies Jagged breaths & serpentine intimacies Transformed beyond affinity in stoic realms Terrestrially cute no longer carrying favor Fickle bodies not equipped to so easily overwhelm Re-sorting … Continue reading Modern Emotion With Multiple Stimulation Points

Listening To Wollstonecraft On The Radio

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Listening to Wollstonecraft on the radio“Don’t turn that dial!”, that’s what the DJ saidNot tied to any system; I’m still analogI’m dangerous; so the advertisers pled Hereditary responsibility to the common goodTherefore I don’t believe what I’ve been taughtI see y’all got opinions, from your suburban thrones& these school systems … Continue reading Listening To Wollstonecraft On The Radio

Navigating The Quiet Pains

Photo by Nothing Ahead on Pexels.com Navigating the quiet pains The darkness while everyone else sleeps Back-cataloged memories Feeling small with embarrassment The horrors at 3 a.m. I can’t help but be awake Each misstep uniquely Dewey decimal’d Precise reoccurring nightmares Each of my public imperfections We didn’t have the proper words back then Only … Continue reading Navigating The Quiet Pains

Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams

Photo by Lu00e9o Gilmant on Pexels.com Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreamsA distant memory of those rail yardsBut we weren’t ourselves with honestyNot the renegades or anything that hard Images of what we might yet becomeGrabbing self-regard before it fadesDestroying their notions of modernismReturning to polka-dots & dark shades We all have our … Continue reading Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams

Ripped T-shirts & the Lure of the Future

Ripped T-shirts & the lure of the future I can’t stop thinking of her like that Abnormal psychological girl in the modern world She walks on by, I fumble trying to tip my hat Simple adoration eclipsing legitimate respect Her runes worn smooth by the years of betrayal & weather Legends of distinctive markings gone … Continue reading Ripped T-shirts & the Lure of the Future

Even Through All The Mire

Photo by Markus Spiske on Pexels.com Even through all the mireI still believe in sunshine & rainbowsGod’s gift to all the peopleThe Promise from a long time ago The negative headlines dampen my spiritsTheir evil reflecting through leaded glassBut I shall not be tempted to hateI’ve chosen to survive; I’ve chosen to pass Insecurity masquerading … Continue reading Even Through All The Mire

She’s Got That All-American Smile

She’s got that All-American smile Tiny white tank & rose-colored glasses Down to Earth - gotta love juicy peaches Finding her irresistible- playful sasses Midnight releases you from logical restraints The deliberate unclasping of your retro garters Trying to be the gentleman this tux suggests But with your teasing, it just makes it harder I’m … Continue reading She’s Got That All-American Smile

I’m Supposed To Be Embarrassed By Floridian Winters

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I’m supposed to be embarrassed by Floridian winters Somehow downhearted by this temperate heat The way we can wear summer clothes While y’all are scraping ice off the streets But like how I’m not wearing a down parka I’m not sure how there can be this much sweat I’m not … Continue reading I’m Supposed To Be Embarrassed By Floridian Winters

The Winter Nights Have Been Rough

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com The winter nights have been roughLeaving you with dreams of latitudesFreeze warnings when already coldUnfavorable forecast sounding rather rude Its tough when the temps plummetFeeling victim to strange cosmic collusionsBut don’t fret, it’ll be 77℉ Thursday& we’ll be suffering from nipple confusion

I Can’t Write With This Cluttered Mind

Photo by Sindre Stru00f8m on Pexels.com I can’t write with this cluttered mindToo many tabs pulling at my attentionStructures of thought too often recedeFailing me when I most need comprehension I’m tired of dreaming of the love I wantI’m tired of writing peace line by lineWhere do we find a comforting solaceLasting longer than the … Continue reading I Can’t Write With This Cluttered Mind

Listening To These Winter Winds

Photo by Ekaterina Astakhova on Pexels.com Listening to these Winter winds I sure miss kissing your ruby lips I’m cold these days; alone Dreaming of holding your naked hips That’s where my hands need to be Memories of your perfect back arched Seeing the outline of your love Leaves my mouth permanently parched

Summer Days Are Numbered

Photo by Bradley Hook on Pexels.com Summer Days are numberedBefore gin heiress takes a piece of meLow-toned cocktails shakenBy the silver fox of Palm Valley She mixes technicolor stimuliRecycling references & touchstonesHer calico dress stretchesRejuvenating sips leads to unintentional moans A sunset brings filtered focusGolden hour views from the terraceI take my drink & humbly … Continue reading Summer Days Are Numbered

A Study In Inexact Notions

Photo by vjapratama on Pexels.com A study in inexact notionsDifferences upon the prospective sceneOur unruly burdens confound usNothing to save us when life turns mean Yet we can never let apathy rule the dayIn these times, we must be all the more awareKnowing truth can be unpopularYet compassion is the way to genuinely care

I’m Not Very Good At Being Social

Photo by Cameron Casey on Pexels.com I’m not very good at being socialNever been comfortable in the lightQuietly shuffling back to the shadowsI’m not looking for a fight Feeling inferior with all these charmsSubdued enchantment of the stageAttention makes me feel uncleanRetreat from prying eyes; time to burn some sage I don’t have panic attacks … Continue reading I’m Not Very Good At Being Social

Transfiguring Lips Into Fabergé Petals

Photo by Rakicevic Nenad on Pexels.com Transfiguring lips into Fabergé petalsFeeling decadent painting the night skyLet us rejoice with our illustrious wordsPalpitating deliberately when bliss is nighThese fanciful & bountiful thoughts of yonderPossibly plentiful but not quite enough for usImaginative; creating a softer substantial sideWe’re most serene when we’re a bit mussed

Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress

Wading through seawater in your dressClinging to your delicious curvesExposing the universe to meStanding at attention; all my nerves You’re the anomaly of this worldVirtue & flexibility of our seamsWrap your legs around my mindAllow me the most sensuous dreams Never to rejoin this delinquent societyLet me lead you with hands on your hipsTo paradise … Continue reading Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress

you didn’t think

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com but you didn’t think beauty could create such artthat somehow I was too vapid to rearrange the worldwords offensive before they left your mouthdo we blame your lips or your mindlight another match to brew the coffeeit’s a shame; what could be done with such a mouth

Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

Photo by Anastasia Shuraeva on Pexels.com Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration But that’s not the way you remembered they bled Choosing the perfect wording for posterity A trembling shadow of what the poets once said We once set out to create a fresh universe But that’s not the way I can any … Continue reading Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

Low Lit Morning, Fueled By Diet Dr. Pepper

Photo by jasmin chew on Pexels.com Low lit morning, fueled by diet Dr PepperReason doesn’t apply with a heartbreak mixtapeA chipped soul stuck in a eternal commuteMisfocused thoughts back by silhouette shapes Bukowski‘s ghost drawn & quarteredPainted as Sisyphus on the rib cageOur flaws smell like copulationAvoiding definitions on the page Our pens, unsure of … Continue reading Low Lit Morning, Fueled By Diet Dr. Pepper

Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams

Those words come to me in those coffee dreams A spontaneous marvel of literary delight There’s a difference between manufactured beauty & a real beauty, founded by nature’s authentic right But I can’t explain the nuances within the definition I’m not one to judge such subjective whims Focusing on my own qualms & dangling thoughts … Continue reading Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams

My Whole Life On Scraps Of Paper

  My whole life on scraps of paperMy soul jotted down on the pagePlot lines between scribblesCharacter development as we age Everything that I am, right herePushing to further keep my mind trainedMy heart's secret smudgedWithin these lines my identity is contained

Photo by Bianca on Pexels.com      After posting almost every day since 2017, I just didn’t post on Wednesday. I did not think anything of it. It was just something I didn’t do.     Being a poet is such a large part of my personality. I often feel inherent pressure to create. I feel … Continue reading

Bob Dylan – It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBNWkCsmqAY If the video doesn't load, click the link It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) There's a Closed Caption feature if you'd like to read the lyrics. This world is a mess. Please take a moment to listen to Bob's message from 58 years ago. It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN  … Continue reading Bob Dylan – It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

Twain

    "It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare." - Mark Twain  Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

SkyFall

  It’s not a crime to be pretty Wearing rented dresses, searching for a breadwinner Socialites & other plastic people No redeeming qualities, but she wants to be thinner Her vagina will accept almost anything Whether it be dollars, pounds, marks or kroner A consummate professional at all times She expects to be well paid … Continue reading SkyFall

Leon Trotsky

    "The depth and strength of a human character are defined by its moral reserves. People reveal themselves completely only when they are thrown out of the customary conditions of their life, for only then do they have to fall back on their reserves." - Leon Trotsky

Anaïs Nin

  “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” ― Anaïs Nin

Return to Neverland

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And so I wait patiently

for I know he will return to me

I snuggle in and close my eyes

I keep my window open wide

Under my pillow I keep a kiss

for my own lost boy, whom I so miss

Hoping his shadow finds a way to my room

I find myself in dreamland soon

“Are those happy thoughts” he wants to know

I nod, so he says “then away we go”

Second star to the right, straight on ’til morning

come fly with me, my Darling

Fly with me to Neverland

where dreams are born, and time is never planned

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Lewis Carroll

  "The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings Calloo, Callay, come run away / With the cabbages and kings" - The Walrus