We’re All The Villains

We’re all the villainsEach & every citizen with a voteWe’ve allowed our nation to dwindleExpecting democracy to survive by roteBut we can still change out the actorsHope in action is exactly what we need to doPurge the Capital of all the politiciansI declare we need Capra’s Washingtonian view

Unlocking Inspiration In The Night

Unlocking inspiration in the nightEmerging from the shadows & dark placesRising from a migrant slumberNew life without any of the fragile tracesA travesty banished to the pastAlong with all heartache & fearEndless scribbles upon discarded paperThe truth within ink stains & pencil smears

I’m Not Anywhere Near Perfect

I’m not anywhere near perfect Contrary to your fictitious notions Examining me through a skewed lens Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean I’m not what you think you want Flawed in all the wrong places Underlining fragility & a fractured soul But you’re still focused on the pretty faces I can’t explain all theContinue reading “I’m Not Anywhere Near Perfect”

Searching Cavernous Souls

Searching cavernous souls Racking what I might believe Splitting hairs of fragrant Ideas wandering down my sleeve But I’m not more righteous Than the boys down on the beat I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat There’s quiet secret I might contain Love & passion bubbling justContinue reading “Searching Cavernous Souls”

Most Guys

Most guys Will tell as many lies As it takes to get between your thighs But that’s not my goal I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole That has been left in my soul *this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94Continue reading “Most Guys”

Hands Out Of Your Pockets

  Get those hands out of your pockets & love someone Spread flirtatious innuendos so she’ll firmly understand Whispers roll off my lips upon naked skin in the sun & she knows this passion is worth all the misplaced sand   Image by adamkontor from Pixabay

Waking Early Before The Morning

  Waking early before the morning Monitoring the world, as I sip my achromatic brew The front window, my porthole to the world From this security, I decipher what is true I try to formulate tangible creations Converting inspiration into mere words Observations from my suburban perch Sharing stories with Poe’s bleak-hued bird WritingContinue reading “Waking Early Before The Morning”

Pushing Away The Storms

      Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead       Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

I Reject Most Of Society’s Notions

  I reject most of society’s notions With no desire to live by the sword I feel no need to prove myself I shall put eternal trust in my Lord I follow my own path these days Oscar Wilde said I could only be me A world of distractions & hate But, only through loveContinue reading “I Reject Most Of Society’s Notions”

I Know I’m High Maintenance

  I know I’m high maintenance Requiring a lot of attention, affection & affirmation But I return it all with utmost devotion Drowning out apathy’s lazy fulminations Not one to be quiet & demure She’s the lady I can’t refuse Always tempted by her presence Banners at the ready; sing out the news I containContinue reading “I Know I’m High Maintenance”