The Government Wants To Lock Me Up

The government wants to lock me up For I don’t fit into their diabolic plan Turning society into robotic morons I just can’t continue to work for The Man Trying to sell us artificial stimulants Fickle airwaves that their bully pulpit bought Falsified histories & professional victims The system wipes us away without any thoughtContinue reading “The Government Wants To Lock Me Up”

Vibrations Coursing Through Your Corset

Vibrations coursing through your corsetAm I still making you nervous, my dearDoes your heart beat louder in that chestWhenever I come near Walk slowly across the room to meLet me watch your beauty in motionThe deliberate steps in those heelsYour passion overtaking the ocean Admiring the view of your new tightsYou spoil me something mighty,Continue reading “Vibrations Coursing Through Your Corset”

The Man Has You Grinding Away

      The man has you grinding awayThe organ makes the monkey danceYou’re looking for the Promised LandBut you never really had the chance You’re writing your soul on the pageFriends support & love all they heardBut the critics cry foul & laugh bitterlyYou’re only as good as your last word

Sitting In Front Of The Vanity

Sitting in front of the vanityDeciphering all your beauty marksYou see lines, wrinkles & blemishesI see my very own Domestic Monarch You’ll never see what my soul knowsBut, I know how lucky I am to have this viewI’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherishI’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you

There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

There’s so much talk of being wild Like there’s a constant harness holding us back But its just an illusion for others to see You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack These false pretenses are keeping you low Images of a manicured life on your social media feed Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptionsContinue reading “There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild”

Wash Away My Sins

  Wash away my sins Lightning striking us twice Coming summer rain (soft & light) That lovely woman – cold as ice Yet I head for her still Not one to be dissuaded She’ll warm to my charms When I leave her hair unbraided      

Crawling Away From Sudden Shores

Crawling away from sudden shores Locked away in anterior rooms Sunlit beauties try to remain pale Complexities of intimate bedgloom Modern mermaids express themselves Repelled by their former clamshell Their silence betrayed the insane Meeting up again behind the bandshell Eastbound Portola around the curve Writing hard to retain your shape Lost in the InnerContinue reading “Crawling Away From Sudden Shores”

Ocean Force Winds

Crisp ocean force winds Gentle fresh citrus scent Lost upon the eternal sea Forgot where beauty went A treatise of delicate love Evidence of a ghost Smile your sweet smile I’ve left for the coast Sound of muted voices She’s a little too cute Allowing no more secrets Down through my roots

I Won’t Judge You

I won’t judge you for your past I don’t care how your body looks Inward – we all contain equal souls We can all absorb the beauty of books Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats Great words are forever here to stay It is solely up to you ToContinue reading “I Won’t Judge You”

Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith

Tisk tisk, Mr. Smith She slapped her hand with the pointer Looking up, I see she’s stern I stand, wishing to anoint her I am commanded to about face I’ve committed an infraction Taking stock of my flesh She swoons in satisfaction But I’m returned to my kitchen Now pouring a cup of Lady GreyContinue reading “Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith”

She Wore A Smart Suit

She wore a smart suitSetting her apart from the restShe was a fine specimenAltered from her years out West The tailor created perfectionIt loved her feminine curveThe details you won’t missFeeling beauty in your structured nerves Those blonde curls, nice & tightNoticing underthings peeking throughRegaining my composure in timeDon’t want my excitement to be misconstruedContinue reading “She Wore A Smart Suit”

Chloe Thurlow

  “Eating the peach is a meditation. Your mind empties of all the must dos and should have dones. You are pure being. Your lover’s tongue is the key that turns the lock that opens the pleasure box. Life has few perfect moments; moments of cunnilingus score the highest on the sex blissometer.”― Chloe Thurlow,Continue reading “Chloe Thurlow”

Meandering Down An Etched Path

Meandering down an etched pathWith vines & foliage on all sidesThe overgrowth keeps secrets locked& provides the perfect place to hide I know where I always wish to beA forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to lookReality, hatred & cruelty forever expungedI’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book

One Must Be A Seeker

One must be a seekerTo discover unique truth amongst the thornsHead down, hiding that grime I feel insideI’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn Trying to eek out a stable existenceWith all these storms heading my wayBut you have to want to be something moreNever content at the beginning of the day We’re bordering onContinue reading “One Must Be A Seeker”

Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day

    Been listening to Chet baker all day A friend said it’d make me a better person I’m closing my eyes while the sounds take over I’m imagining a lost era Every man knowing how to wear a suit Every lady in a tailored dress Mad Men fiction – but with a tangible feelContinue reading “Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day”

I Know You’re Checking Out Your Flaws

I know you’re checking out your flawsStanding at the mirror, counting imperfectionsNegative thoughts like these rather gnawSo I’m offering up thorough inspectionsIt’s best to take it slow around curvesHaste would be such an utter wasteWanting you to feel it in each of your nervesThis examination shall be conducted by touch & taste

There Are Many Fancy Writers

  There are many fancy writers Those who are great, they’ve decided Elegant illustrations & plunging necklines But hubris is often one-sided There are many arrogant writers Quick with the wit they’ve decried Moans of pain suited to their fame Loving with one eye open it’s often implied

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge

Strapped Into A Mourning Gown

  Strapped into a mourning gown That might survive our winter garden Rebasing all these dreams This predicament has begun to harden; I beg your pardon Slowly peeling off your layers Caught us in a lightning storm Feeling excited electricity Between our adrenalized forms Standing naked before the darkness Illuminated only by midnight flashes PerfectionContinue reading “Strapped Into A Mourning Gown”

Sailing Out On The Good Ship

Sailing out on the good shipPrevailing winds ensuring a clear pathForegoing the unexplained existenceForging headlong into nature’s wrathArctic waters surrounding our viewDiligent sailors crewing this steel boatPerpetually longing for a illusive homeBut buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat

Looking For A Tepid Note

Looking for a tepid note Passion hinted in the scrawl Something lost that night When we last lovingly balled One eye never shuts now Always searching for you No dreams to rile or navigate I’m wandering without a clue

Two Lost Souls, Like Beachcombers

Two lost souls, like beachcombersLooking for lost things; love & suchDistant memories of happinessThe feeling of being needed; a touchNestled within a Siren’s lullabyWe never could grasp our fateShrugging off the daily strugglesOur only choice is to circumnavigate

Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystalThe fancy stuff from our Wedding dayLeaving behind clothing as we speakYour look disregards anything I have to say My eyes are up here, my beautiful BridePlease focus on my charm & witI can tell you only desire one thingBut first lady, you’re going to have to submit

Daylight Creaking Up Over The Atlantic

Daylight creaking up over the AtlanticFirst light’s rays struggling over the seaMy bones seem to have a bit of rustBetter lubricate with some more coffee Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’sWe don’t need carpets; red or otherwiseWe only need our bare skin to touchEnding with me whispering between your thighs

Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk

Poets, artists & mischievous folk Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories Stories of unfounded revolutions Their propaganda always makes me a little leery Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion Allowing me to remain high on dopamine Though I’ve never been one for public consumption Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen Image by Karolina Grabowska fromContinue reading “Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk”

Unfolding Broken Dreams

Unfolding broken dreams The distant & diluted flow Our hopeless choices astound The truth? We still don’t know But we can never give up Clinging to the last of our visions Memories cultivated on dark nights Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions How do you translate a morning When your soul bears undiagnosed pain ScarsContinue reading “Unfolding Broken Dreams”

Touched By The Whim Of God

Touched by the whim of God Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips My benign lunacy comes in traces Diluted measurements by midmorning With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee Bringing small obsessions in my mind When the local widows invite me for tea Entering only after a courteous introductionContinue reading “Touched By The Whim Of God”

With A Patriot’s Heart & A Skeptical View

With a patriot’s heart & a skeptical view A tentative belief in those on marble steps I ask to show me your heroes But knowing exterior appeasement is false Honoring the Flag doesn’t equate To praising those who run the State Knowing by virtue of appearing on a ballot They’re not worthy

Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon

Disquieted moments in the afternoonThese Springtime rays have a golden hourReflecting youth into my weary eyesThe reassuring notion of dreampower Yet gone are the mornings we woke afreshOur mortal flesh reeling down on EarthLife; the thorn in the side of this existenceInternal fire requires our souls a wider berth The slings & arrows shall neverContinue reading “Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon”

Trying To Recreate Life

Trying to recreate life In spite of these ink-stained fingers The smudges in the interior margins Forgotten, yet where light tends to linger These days aren’t so easily understood I contradict back onto myself Leaving traces in my erratic wake All I know – Love has been my only true wealth

Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek

Poseurs, pacifists & poets reek Sitting high on a lifeguard shack Nighttime cloaked down upon us Words in darkness never taken back Ocean waves break the silence tonight Only our thoughts to be heard otherwise Isolation not what you thought it’d be Tearing out your incessant broken eyes Midnight sounds to be held on tightContinue reading “Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek”

An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPaleContinue reading “An Innocent Looking Soul”

She Was Enraged

She was enraged But it was merely an aesthetic Undiagnosed shakedown calamity Her stare leaving me cold & pathetic She asked me why I was a Pisces I told her I used to drink like a fish Though attempts at humor fell flat I was awkward; she was such a dish I’m not as spectacularContinue reading “She Was Enraged”

Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

Another Rainy Afternoon

Another rainy afternoonI’m just your normal kinda dudeYet, I’m feelin’ rather confinedFor, it’s too cold to do my chores                                  in the nude But I’ll persevere anywaySometimes dedication is all we can holdA robust attitude to lead usLife is moreContinue reading “Another Rainy Afternoon”

You Think You Need

  You think you need Everything polished and packaged Nary a wisp nor a stray note to linger Jealousy breeds contempt Searching for digital praise But perfection is a myth A trick played upon us by lesser Devils

Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

Hanging with beach bums & bashful babesSwimming in the surf on late Spring daysColorful flavors poured gently over iceSkin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sandThough she revealed herself to be a SirenCoaxing & teasing me with her demure allureWhispering that I might be aContinue reading “Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes”

A Wink from Her To Get My Heart A-Revving

  A wink from her to get my heart a-revving Her pink negligee hanging below her knee Soft skin turns into hardened intentions The promise of a night of debauchery A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom Visions of adulation thoroughly taut I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency A fine suited man removing aContinue reading “A Wink from Her To Get My Heart A-Revving”

I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life

  I’m trying to find the rhythm to life The way for our souls to feel fresh & free Purging the endless stress & strife Standing open in the sunshine, just you & me I’m trying to find more substance in life While being cleansed by the Lord’s cool sea Forever embracing my beloved, beautifulContinue reading “I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life”

Riding The Sunshine Down South

Riding the sunshine down SouthMaybe the Winter sun will never touch usStretching out within this SpringtimeStripping off all my clothes without a fuss Thinking there won’t be any extra timeRight now is all we’ve gotWalk out past the sand& understand how lucky it is to be hot Perhaps we’ll see tomorrowBut we’ll never truly knowI’llContinue reading “Riding The Sunshine Down South”

A Woman Not Marked

A woman not marked, boiled in thought Slowly escaping melancholy with each sip Sitting, staring out her kitchen window Contentious dreams emitted from parted lips Coffee can stimulate a bored mind The house to be prepared for a festive banquet A morose morning, lingering in the cool air Providing a bounty for the Heavenly set

Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    Dimples; the marks of the fairies Their love touched upon the very faces Chosen to endure above the others Dimmed, but remaining vague traces Magic’s residue upon your life Nature knowing what is true Selected to be special Out of all the woods, they settled upon you

I’m Just Trying To Live My Life

  I’m just trying to live my life Extending some gratitude along the way Showing the people how I can love For we never know when it’ll be our last day I don’t always wake up with a smile But it’s always easier if I somehow do Grabbing black coffee & my woman’s ass TogetherContinue reading “I’m Just Trying To Live My Life”

She’s Shakin’ Those Hips

She’s shakin’ those hips Drivin’ me wild with thirst If I try to tag along My mind’ll surly burst Please loosen my tie Could I have a slug of wine If I close my eyes Could she ever be mine It’s a delicate inferno Blazin’ through the night I find myself dry Only she’s inContinue reading “She’s Shakin’ Those Hips”

What Do I Do With My Words

What do I do with my words How do I contain when they start to leak Like the Little Dutch Boy Who’s listening when I start to speak But I can’t worry about the audience I’ve got to keep playing my own tune The steady groover with the proper notes When it comes to ourContinue reading “What Do I Do With My Words”

Smelling Coffee Long Before

  Smelling coffee long before These tired eyes were ever meant to open Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people No time like now, so here’s to hopin’ The day started & it’s past time to rise One foot out & eventually the other leg I’m going to need more of this magic juice I feel societyContinue reading “Smelling Coffee Long Before”

Overcast Navy Sailing Away

Overcast Navy sailing away Pull up your trousers (black silk) Your stay here has been cut short Prominent sundresses & of that ilk Humid weather slowing me down Manicured hands releasing winds to blow Settle into your newly structured mind We never asked you to row so slow Not listening to rumors on the deckplatesContinue reading “Overcast Navy Sailing Away”

Maybe The Morning

Maybe the morning Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be You rise a little softer on that day Emerging from a cocoon for me to see Winter blankets fall away like nebulae Taller than is expected from a Belle Not so confident at first light The arching sun; the pillory of hell Stretching in myContinue reading “Maybe The Morning”

The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned

The warmth of the First Coast has returned But the ocean haze is beating out the sunshine Sitting on the boardwalk, cold drink in my hand My love reading me the pages of ‘Dandelion Wine’ Summer hasn’t arrived with its full force In the breeze, the air cool, yet warm for March Sideways glances, thinkingContinue reading “The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned”

There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside

There’s something to be said for going outside Wallowing in the dirt, smearing it on your skin Returning your soul to the Earth, to be truly free There’s only one life; you’ve got to get it in Remove society’s reign over your instincts Dance unhindered; strip & frolic completely bare Be at peace with theContinue reading “There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside”

Knowing There’s Life Out There

  Knowing there’s life out there Between the barren branches Tying your coat a little tighter To fend off the avalanches Winter will try to kill you You must fight to see the Spring Warm each other under sheets Flip over & let me do my thing

The Molten Life-Sustaining Elixir

The molten life-sustaining elixir Down the gullet another cup is poured Pitch black; the only way to drink An awakening that just won’t be ignored Stretching my arms into the morning Reaching to take the sun in my embrace Another sip; life will be mine Success is surviving; sunshine on your face

The Eccentricities Of Life

The eccentricities of life result in a varied solutionNotes & experience written into the far marginSurrealist details woven into mundane worldsA quiet cocktail of banned books & Bombay gin

I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me

I think you have the wrong notion of me I could be wrong, but it’s what I believe I’m neither the saint nor the villain In which your notions are trying to achieve I’m not nearly as arrogant as I portray That’s merely the manifestation of a fictional role I know confidence is sexy &Continue reading “I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me”

Now That I’m Old…

Now that I’m old, there’s no chance to be cool I’m that creepy lurker passing the delicates isle Finding myself lost in nebulous thought Youth dropping their eyes while I try to smile You can’t be friendly when you’re a certain age Somewhere along the line, I missed my cue Oblivious to the graffiti onContinue reading “Now That I’m Old…”

I’m Enthralled By The Details Under Your Dress

    I’m enthralled by the details under your dress I’m focused on lace & the embroidered rose I’m here to pay attention & relieve your stress Whispers words that won’t leave your legs closed   Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

Excuse Me, Miss

Excuse me, Miss I need help between the books You look down your glasses at me Don’t worry about their errant looks You’re dressed mighty nice I think it’s by the back shelves It seems I’ve gotten us lost Oh my, I think we’re by ourselves I pull you in close A hand sneaks underContinue reading “Excuse Me, Miss”

Walk With Me, Sweet Lady

Walk with me, sweet lady I want to know your darkest days Let us share everything we can Talk to me – I know you’ll amaze I have a belief in us – together No dream will be too extreme Life to be the ultimate adventure Gripping our experiences by the seams Image by pasja1000Continue reading “Walk With Me, Sweet Lady”

I’m Not Going To Forfeit This Life

I’m not going to forfeit this life Grasping at reality along the way Running headlong into risk Finding out what the youth have to say Nurturing growth & development Truth remains after their neglected lie Sweat falls from my brow – a start We can’t let the dream of freedom die   Image by TiborContinue reading “I’m Not Going To Forfeit This Life”

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 paradiseContinue reading “Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress”

This Head Won’t Be Controlled

This head won’t be controlled There’s no way you can tame Wild by its very nature Sweet by any other name Don’t judge me, lady Savage, feral & barbaric for sure My words might be, but my Hair’s anything but demure

The Winter Is Too Warm

The winter is too warm But it’s too cold for tanlines The beach not quite deserted But I think that’s just fine I could use some freedom But you’d just call that semantics Splitting hairs when I’d rather Be engaging you in some bedroom antics You’d blush and slap my cheek But that’s mere foreplayContinue reading “The Winter Is Too Warm”

The Lord Created Me For One Purpose

  The Lord created me for one purpose To show you passion & keep you happy I’m here to reciprocate this smile Though it might come off kinda sappy I want nothing more than all of you To take your hand & forever dance Please excuse my directness I’m hopeless when it comes to romance

Blue Skies Are Returning

Blue skies are returningWe’re running headlong into SpringShake out all these Winter cobwebsLet the sunshine wake my soul to sing The flowers are returning to the earthSeasons change and its turning warmLet’s smile as we head outsideTime to stretch out your glorious form Your dress looks lovely upon your skinAlas, its time to remove someContinue reading “Blue Skies Are Returning”

Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

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 – or else we attenuate Words ofContinue reading “Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob”

Frayed Cuff On Antique Khaki

Frayed cuff on antique khakiKnowing thy state of dressI wasn’t as dapper as she was used toHoping she wouldn’t think any less He wasn’t any better than a prigHer dance card drawing sideways looksQuietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue& the way we shared our crooked books Shaking the dust off our neglected spinesCertain steps leadContinue reading “Frayed Cuff On Antique Khaki”

Ducking My Head Between The Pages

Ducking my head between the pagesThis mounting pile – high on my deskPicture postcard from the far goneLost her to traveling’ roadside burlesque Hiding my mind between the sheetsBut my coffee had long grown coldWritings spilled slightly on the saucerLoneliness steeped until its forever bold

Headed Downtown For The Literary Type

Headed downtown for the literary typeSearching for the scribes of our weary dayTo heal my heart with words that matterI’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way Falling stars may not mean much to youBut I’m here without any expectation or hopeWhere do we find our reasons for loveEven we can kill our dreams,Continue reading “Headed Downtown For The Literary Type”

Teetering On The Edge Of Normalcy

Teetering on the edge of normalcyThe unraveling of misguided formsThis mind won’t settle into boredomWill not compromise the quelling of the stormDo not attempt to dampen this fireMy spirit will continue to actively soarFor I won’t be cajoled to become blandFeeling fresh & alive, always reaching for more

Willfully Getting Lost In The Woods With My Woman

Willfully getting lost in the woods with my womanFar from the hordes of the sick & infectedShutting doors & leaving society behindOnce away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected Outside, I can find the crispness of nature& my pure, unencumbered path to be freeWrapping my soul within Winter’s chillThese unharnessed elements might be the key

Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

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 longer think Falling in love withContinue reading “Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration”

For Whom The Bell Jar Tolls

For whom the Bell Jar tollsChasing demons down the dark hallScratching an itch until it bleedsBeyond a fantasy that wasn’t there at all Never letting the imposter take holdGrowing larger in our own impressionSizing up unquestioned confidenceSurviving in spite of a soul’s transgression

A Recovering Misogynist

A recovering misogynistA self-proclaimed oneTerribly stupid in my youthThought it was kinda funThen I fell for a pretty girl& sired 3 daughters to bootInternal character challengedForever altered to my roots

The World Is Burning Around Us

The world is burning around usSo much hate & confusion in the crowdMisdirection & a body of liesTruth has no relation to just how loudDon’t know if you can trust anyone these daysBut I refuse to remain ignorant anymoreShutting out all their aggressionsReturning to peace with the click of my door

A Study In Inexact Notions

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

Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin

Flaming sauerkraut stud muffinA condensed version of radial gloryKnowing full well where life beginsThe translucent strands of our storyCalculating Parisian jazz statisticsVeiled through the rummy, filtered grimeDistance equals an unfettered stumpWhen satisfaction measured in Lycra & timeLogbooks; surmounting the tepid scheduleAll aboard the mourning run of the downtown trainSunrise catching your weary eyesEarly summer rainContinue reading “Flaming Sauerkraut Stud Muffin”

Life Isn’t As Perfect As We Make It Seem

Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seemIt gets a little messy outside our dreamsBut newly rise in the early morning hoursSex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a showerTime to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream

Reading Dog Eared Love Letters

Reading dog eared love lettersSmelling of her French perfumeLonging to be with her againClinging to memories, I consumeThe candlelight quietly fadingThe only sound is my pen’s scratchScribbling missives & shantiesAcknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch

Watching Them March You Down The Hall

Watching them march you down the hallEmpty auditoriums to drown out your wordsWriting out rants my mouth will never reciteThe world run not by the cool but angry nerds Step away and log out of their data systemsWe’ll send out love & peace in serial formNever trusted anyone with such confidenceWe’ll burn their egos toContinue reading “Watching Them March You Down The Hall”

I. Unlocking Our Shackles

Unlocking our shacklesLeading us out, presented as a mannequinThis is our coming out – an introductionForced grins are as useless as foreskins Wishing we were polite in this instructional societyThey have us strutting around as a debutanteThe promise of a honeymoon for lewd servantsBut these demons only allow us to unseemly haunt Image by Markus Spiske from Pixabay 

Wandering In The Forest

Wandering in the forest without a notionWith my lovely bride by my sideLooking up at the wonders of natureBetween the trees there’s no room to hide Finding seasons we don’t know at homeRain, snow & all other forms of emotionTransparent dreams offer no resistanceTreasures washed away by the errant ocean

The Voices Come Calling

The voices come calling Like shattered visitors in the night Darkness expunged within thought Auditioning words; trying to get it right Vapid orations coming from the podium Stacks of the wrong books & loose leaf notes The dumbing down makes a tedious existence But ideas are the traditional spark of an antidote

Our Olden Fantasies

Our olden fantasiesNot quite matching casual conversationThe heart’s silent secretsMasked by our gilded incantations A kind smile to hide our fearsThe dreams left by the tragic shoreBut there’s always a way back homeTo drink from the hopeful waters to finally restore

It’s Not Supposed To Be This Cold

It’s not supposed to be this coldDown along the beachThis is Florida after allWe’re out of Jack Frost’s reachThere should be some lawsMade by Washington’s hack’s & foolsTo keep the sunshine burningOr at the minimum, a union ruleUntil I get my wayI guess I’ll just have to dealDonning a parka instead of flip flopsJust knowContinue reading “It’s Not Supposed To Be This Cold”

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

I Am A Seeker Of Truth

I am a seeker of truthIn the darker moments of existenceWhen our souls are hurt& freedom is at an unfathomable distance Broken frameworks & deep mistrustWill you take me home after I’ve done my bitHonesty is the only way we’ll surviveOpen & earnest with the unblemished truth of it

Incomplete Rants Are Broken Thoughts

Incomplete rants are broken thoughtsAntique shutters dangle in the breezeVaccinated by expired truth serumsEye twitches; our hostess is ill at ease Yet remaining upright on the pageOur fate wrapped in a trickster’s charmSubtle strokes without remorseOnly dried ink leaves us disarmed Subverting all the easy answersSacred is our fundamental right to chooseHowever your speculations driftCutContinue reading “Incomplete Rants Are Broken Thoughts”

thinking nostalgic thoughts

thinking nostalgic thoughtson an empty stomachrediscovering grunge tunesstuck at home in a pandemicremembering the pain of high schoolcouldn’t fit in anywherereliving dark momentswhere it could’ve endedremembering lost loves& how warm they made you feelbut you know it wasn’t realleaving you cold & aloneabandoned until life truly began.

I Want To Know The Secrets

I want to know the secretsThe ones you have buried deep withinI want you to whisper your loveKiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin Running away from sunsets & goodbyesFeeling the lead of stained windowpanesThese houses don’t hold strained memoriesWashed away in the softening of Winter’s rain I’m freely exposed in these dimmerContinue reading “I Want To Know The Secrets”

Transfiguring Lips Into Fabergé Petals

Transfiguring lips into Fabergé petals Feeling decadent painting the night sky Let us rejoice with our illustrious words Palpitating deliberately when bliss is nigh These fanciful & bountiful thoughts of yonder Possibly plentiful but not quite enough for us Imaginative; creating a softer substantial side We’re most serene when we’re a bit mussed

New Year’s Noir

He parked down the street, facing away from the house. He sat there all night, parked against the curb. He flicked the lid of the Zippo back and forth the entire time. He gave up smoking years ago, but he didn’t give up carrying the lighter. He never stopped playing with that lighter. In yearsContinue reading “New Year’s Noir”

Seeking Out Freedoms

Seeking out the freedoms But where is the wisdom our follies have made Washed away with the retreating tides Now we bask out in the cover of foliage’s shade I’m sure nature leads us to the answer The tempted isolation of introverts The paused legacy of our discontent Posterity gently tugging at her miniskirt TiltedContinue reading “Seeking Out Freedoms”

Our Nakedness Is Best

Our nakedness is best Embracing the natural glory of bridal lust Silken sheets draped over vulnerable flesh Nothing more generous than her copious bust Searching for each other in the dark Feeling the nerves of the unnamed Blamed for objectification of beauty Obscured by passion of the untamed Invoking the obstacle to love Falling voicelessContinue reading “Our Nakedness Is Best”

Ill Reputed Minstrel & Her Fancy Dolls

Ill reputed minstrel & her fancy dolls Forever punished for my dated sin A hushed wish for something more Images of the whiteness of porcelain Do not lead me through vacant doors No need to become another mistake Removed from that dreadful life Sparing additional pain for her own sake Dancing lightly in the darknessContinue reading “Ill Reputed Minstrel & Her Fancy Dolls”

Faith In A Baby Child

I put my faith in a baby child & He will lead me I will follow in His path Being shown what I need to see I give Him my whole life I will seek His truth In my soul He does dwell Guiding me through days of youth His love will lift me upContinue reading “Faith In A Baby Child”

Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies

Evading their ongoing tragediesForty summers spent down in the dirtWithstanding the weight of apocalypseEmerging; though slightly less overtBlast furnace of the afternoon sunDali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shoresPale riders within unabsorbed lightEmbracing purity through perception’s doorsThe paint of our secret love notesBut can only be read through the keyholeShying away from all public renditionsHer passionateContinue reading “Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies”