I’m Pounding These Keys

I’m pounding these keysTrying to create a landmarkSomething to last through timeA rhyme to set off a sudden sparkI’m vain in ways I won’t admitA schedule of words upon the pageFormulas/equations for me to disconnectMemories for after I’ve withered into age

The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls

The world is full of villains & misguided soulsTrying to drag us down to where they forever dwellThey take advantage & find ways to get elected on liesSummoning their teams of bureaucrats to send us to hellThey have money, power & zero regard for the truthYou’d have to be deaf, dumb & blind to notContinue reading “The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls”

I Once Went Looking For A Poet

I once went looking for a poet Greater than Bukowski’s dead ghost Pouring out a splash of scotch Dreams of the distant Western Coast The classics left me feeling passé Champing at the bit for a place to belong Needing the real, raw, avant-garde I’ve finally realized, you’ve all been here all along! I cameContinue reading “I Once Went Looking For A Poet”

I Feel Like A Bull In A China Shop

I feel like a bull in a China shopI feel ugly next to you swansNot wanting to detract from youI wander off into the rising dawnI try to find a genuine smileI feel like I’m pressing my luckI’m not meant to be amongst beautyFor I’m not pretty; I’m just a duck

She’s Strolling Down The Sidewalk

She’s strolling down the sidewalkStepping on these crunchy leavesThe smell of fireplaces reassuresAutumn has come to finally relieveA heartening smile crosses her lipsNot knowing if life could be betterAs I approach, I take her in my armsMy love looks amazing in her sweater

Avoiding Those Trendy Spots

Avoiding those trendy spotsIt’s just never been my styleI’m a bit more low key than thatNo sense in unnecessary trialsCrowds are wildly irrationalI have no desire to submit myselfLet me recoil from this societyContentment in solitude is my true wealth

Maybe Those Were The Days

   Maybe those were the daysI wasn’t so perfect, structured or neatRebelling against all humanityCouldn’t tell the difference in defeatA crooked line to followA wrinkled brow upon the figureheadOur dreams fractured when appliedLost within reality’s pragmatism instead

Lost Beneath The Shipwreck

Lost beneath the shipwreckDown at the bottom of the coveSuffering from the scurvyWith scant upon our old wood stoveNo fresh water nor ripe fruitAlone with only countless talesDoomed with no audience nor friendFate of those who chase the whale

Midnight Arrives By Candlelight

Midnight arrives by candlelight My imagination takes over as before Secretive scribbles in an unlit corner Wine & a woman coaxing me for more Uncertain of what we should divulge An intrigue for sure, this darling flower I’m intimidated, yet oddly disarmed Casually containing remarkable brain power A smart woman in a beautiful exterior SocietyContinue reading “Midnight Arrives By Candlelight”

I Have A Secret

I have a secret Scribbling in the margins The poetry of opera halls Burning drinks of gargled sin A letter to the editor Words chosen for us tonight The opinions of a fool With only a pretty girl left to recite

Forevermore Villanelle

It’s not too much to ask for Cold chilling to our bones When we’re together forevermore Wrap yourself tightly, I implore Through love, we must atone It’s not too much to ask for Briskness recalls days of yore Nostalgia to which we’re prone When we’re together forevermore Battered ships upon the same shore Knowing we’reContinue reading “Forevermore Villanelle”

Our Dreams Hold Us Hostage

Our dreams hold us hostageChained to our high idealsLost to our intemperate youthThe past reaches out & stealsTime lost to us; never againWhat’s forgotten can’t be regainedOur lives are our creationFigments we’ll never fully explain

Feeling A Great Need To Create

Feeling a great need to create This is a crazy world today When will we ever thrive when We don’t remember what we say Hidden slowly in your dreams Reality hinders our solutions Time tocks against us now Feeling abstract absolution

Shipwrecked.

Shipwrecked.Isolated on foreign shores since thenSurrounded by predatorsJudgement & leers by creepy menCan only do her best to surviveKeeping quiet in their midstDon’t want to provoke the beastWon’t fade to obscurity she insistsIt’s complicated to remain equalThese days one must be agileShe keeps them at bay with a grinWhile remaining firm but not fragile

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our youngerContinue reading “Sitting At The Windowsill”

Sheep In Wolves’ Clothing

    Sheep in wolves’ clothing Alone in the natural spirals A delicate peace teetering In a time when hate’s gone viral A profound wilderness With the Shepherd long forsaken Truth & reason at risk With Faith’s foundations shaken Does compassion still exist Love faltering/dreams now monochrome The Devil removing his mask Once he’s comfortablyContinue reading “Sheep In Wolves’ Clothing”

Love Letters To Myself

Love letters to myselfA hug written upon a notecardScribbles for no one elseSometimes life is just too hardTaking moment away from the herdBreak off from all that I knowLosing myself in nature’s gloryWords can slow the overflowBreathe – just letting it happenSoon, I’ll be able to take some moreReflecting my small truthsIt’s easier to recoverContinue reading “Love Letters To Myself”

Just A Guy With A Pen

I’m not an artist, just a guy with a penUpon a lonely night, I started to writeI jotted down some rhymes for meTeen angst channeled into the lightI’ve never looked back to thinkI just keep writing over the decadesI don’t edit my feelings nor judge youPurely an attempt for the soul not to fade

I Like Candles With The Best Of Them

I like candles with the best of themSoothing music is always a good startDim the lights for a softer moodThat perfume always quickens my heartTake me in your arms tonightWhisper every detail of your plansLet me watch you move & swayNotice how much I love being your man

Sitting Out On The Porch Swing

Sitting out on the porch swingSkirt spread flat over rocking legsExhausted from the daily routineTired of sharing life with the dregsClosing weary eyes to dream againImagining a reassuring, masculine formKnowing this could finally be differentThis could be comfort in the coming storm

A Naked Woman Upon The Figurehead

A naked woman upon the figureheadStanding proud in the breezeCalling to the Sirens & wenchesKnowing the truth of these seasHer beauty remaining firm & intactThe ship around her orange with rustThe sailors with splinters in their palmsFor she has a wooden bust

Guiding Honor Of The Fallen

Guiding honor of the fallenValkyries of the nightWith ragged & rugged wingsTaking to unheralded flight They’ve had their warsThey returned, albeit brokenSurviving the tragic gameInternalizing words not spoken Silenced trumpets by the sideUndying love of those who protectCan’t fathom the burdens they carry& for everything, you have my respect

I Don’t Know What The Hell I’m Doing

I don’t know what the hell I’m doingI’m just trying to feel my way throughThis existence offers many pitfallsWorking within our struggles, those BluesThere’s only one way to survive hereYou’ve got to continue to fight your urgesFinding the right path to paradisePiecing together words to sing the dirty dirges

Tired of the Asses & Elephants?

Tired of the Asses & Elephants? We’re going to storm the gates No longer to ruin this great land Taking back society & eliminate hate We’re going to run them out of town Never distracted by the suits so debonair They’ll plead & beg for mercy & our votes That’s when we have Washington inContinue reading “Tired of the Asses & Elephants?”

Knowing The Sun Will Shine Again

Knowing the sun will shine again I sit here basking in the midnight air A quiet sip from my enduring courage Thinking naughty thoughts of my lady fair Knowing I can’t sleep when I can write I fall back into my imaginative stupor Only to be shook by the dawn’s yawn Daylight kicks me swift,Continue reading “Knowing The Sun Will Shine Again”

These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration

These notebooks drip with inspiration Thoughts of passion in so many words Raw relations developed from a focused mind You want more, but you used to call me a nerd Back in school, you were the height of popularity I still remember how your indifference stung Time does wonders in both directions Beauty fades evenContinue reading “These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration”