There’s A Beautiful Woman I Know

There’s a beautiful woman I knowShe’s waiting for me on the shoreThe letters say she’s been lonelyDon’t want her to feel it anymoreI close my eyes & silently pleadPlease Captain, full steam ahead‘Cause I got a lady back home& She’s waiting for me in our bed

She Controlled His Soul

She controlled his soulWigglin’ when he spooned herFrom the very first introductionHe knew he’d never be immune to herShe took these matters of seductionSeriously – made him sound like a croonerBut she still had those butterfliesWhenever he came home for a nooner

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

Swapping Daisy Buchanan For Lady Brett

Swapping Daisy Buchanan for Lady BrettDreams & visions traded for a martini glassThe swirls of ice resemble their heartsThe disappearing notion of the dignified classSo we raise a toast for decent luckThese three olives constitute her daily menuDancing off silently out onto the verandaSubtly becoming her own performance venue

If You Met Me In Person

If you met me in personYou’d think I was an uninteresting guyThat I had no personalityBut the truth is I can be painfully shyBut if you let my words speakI can flourish & blossom before your eyesThere might be something worthyIf only you can wait for the surprise

I Can’t Swim That Far

I can’t swim that farNo use for a sailor like meFloating with the jetsamWithout the pomp or jubileeThis grey cell rockingOn each & every waveAt the whim of natureI pray for Jesus to saveA daily grind in hellNo time for witty quipsThis a mere life raftFor the Devil’s Flagship

Faded Perceptions Of Underlying Joy

Faded perceptions of underlying joyTime weathers away what is trueHard residue of the glittering spoilsReturning everything back to youThe sun bleaches your most preciousSalt-laden & resolving to remainChipped & authentically realBeauty seldom exists without pain

I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal

I didn’t mean to get too personalI merely noticed your exposed slipMy thoughts took me to uncharted watersThinking of us – alone- a subtle skinny dipAn abandoned wedding gown crumpledThe satin too white against your laceI didn’t know what I was supposed to feelThough I could see the muted joy in your faceYou kicked offContinue reading “I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal”

Feeding Page After Page Into The Typewriter

Feeding page after page into the typewriterI feel like a Saint from a forgotten realmThey could really write back thenKeeping an even keel with one hand on the helmI’m not the pirate you bargained forSimple words of varying degreesI write of the love you’ve desiredBut when I only smile, you call me a tease

Quietly, The Most Awkward Person I Know

Quietly, the most awkward person I knowNever sure how to handle a situationConstantly judging myself & my actionsForcing myself deeper into this alienationWatching all the pretty people succeedJust trying to survive, I’m happy I’m still hereNo one wants to discuss the darkness withinBut here I am, attempting to confront my fears

With The Inmates Running The Asylum

With the inmates running the asylum The cavernous tunnels are cold & dank It can be difficult to remember the faces The ones who put you here, the ones to thank But we’re not twiddling our thumbs at night We’re sharpening our words for vengeful retort You think we’re numbed & harmless fools Our bunker:Continue reading “With The Inmates Running The Asylum”

Only Loyal To The Dead

Only loyal to the deadKeeping faith with those gone beforeThoughts hard to shake looseMy left foot dragging on the floorWhat did I drink last nightHer voice pounding in my headRegret fills me from withinI know I should have drank water instead

Just Because You’re The Inspiration

Just because you’re the inspiration Doesn’t mean you’re the intended Taking what life gives us Even those not comprehended Just because you’re the muse Doesn’t mean you’re the truth Finding open sores upon the soul Lingering there since early youth Just because you’re the source Doesn’t mean you’re all that real Gone once my fingersContinue reading “Just Because You’re The Inspiration”

Life Rocks Us Silently

Life rocks us silentlyRising & falling with the boatVisions held most dearWithin these stories I wroteRemoved my choice of realityBut here I’ll take my standFirm between the swellsWith gentle reminders of Neverland

I Want The World To Be Beautiful

I want the world to be beautifulSo, be confident in your walkI’m forever grateful you exist& I love the sass in your talkYou may not always feel itMight not always be your bestThat’s when you come to me& I’ll put your mind at rest

Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned

  Attempting to maintain where imperfections shunned Marching toward time with the burden of flaws Waking to find age has not been kind Slowly decaying according to physics and natural laws Mortality; a stark reminder of life Leaving me kneeling with a heart full of hymns My soul rejecting this modern existence Yet, no matterContinue reading “Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned”

Returning To Simplicity

Returning to simplicity Tossing out these fledgling fates Stunted growth increasing these days Hindered by our technological rates I don’t want to watch my soul wilt I want to break free & soak up the sunshine I’m through with this culture of victims You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine

Let Us Focus On Love

Let us focus on loveExpel their notions of hateI won’t let them affect meI’ll set the standards for my fateThis life won’t last foreverThe glories in Heaven surely awaitBut for now, I’m going to be compassionateTo take care of the people – HOPE we’ll create

Life Has A Way

Life has a way of working outWhen you rise in the early morning hoursSip your coffee & focus on the positiveYou’ll find inner strength, not superpowersQuietly sending out the proper vibesSome days – be humble & pay your duesKeep calm & marinate in your good karmaFor soon, you’ll be running around in your Underoos

We’re Painting The Roses Red

We’re painting the roses red When I spill my bottle of wine Laughing the silly words we said Running through the sunshine Gathering inspiration to write Leaning against their picket fence Together & the songs we recite Friendship allows life to make sense

I Don’t Use Umbrellas, Dear

I don’t use umbrellas, dearI’d rather dance in the rainLet it cascade gently overCleansing us of lingering painLet me take you in my armsInto your dreams – my words will pushLooking deep into my eyesAs I squeeze your tush

I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It

  I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system I don’t care if kindnessContinue reading “I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It”

This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale

This Pirate is an old wives’ talePassed on by sorority sisters these daysMythical pleasure & infatuation –Fluttering love; let them count the waysWorld renowned for his nautical exploitsBut it’s not true they were all naughtyLegends told of a bad boy untrue, forThat infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day

  Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludesContinue reading “Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day”