To lead a life of silent perspective Not wasting energy being against something Instead forging a new path One of my own making Not to cause erosion So I leave my boots back on the main road Walking softly; causing no ripples Society has no room for a soul like mine
You’re trying to be Alternative But you didn’t know Alternative was a thing Concepts from days long past So what, you’re awkward & like to sing
Angst from deep before you were born Grungy flannels stolen from brothers backs Unironically strutting to messy riffs The beauty’s in what the structure lacks
Friends & family are pleading with you Please return to the organized norm But you can’t rebel from your soul & you’ll never forgive yourself if you conform
Our books are more important than our looks Greater appeal in the appearance of our shelves For I need more than rouge-disguised hooks After all, through time our souls advocate for themselves
What drawer do you keep your stockings Without secrets this life would be boring Realize we’re all a little vain Or we’d never get dressed in the morning
Moonshine martinis for the quiet lady We all need an excuse to clear our minds Offering a compassionate ear The clues exist once you pull back the rind
Finding lipstick stains in the spilled ink Dangerous curves under a vintage coat Hushed tones as to not spook such a woman The peculiarities of each soul; I take note
Not content with common thought
Moved to feeling in the handwritten form
Translating the Siren’s voice
Higher levels of not tolerating the norm
We need to break free of these doldrums
Return to where truth spoken with the quill
Compassion in community not a fragmented society
Where we’re doomed to remain at a standstill
There are those secrets we whisper
& then there are the ones we keep
Compressed down, deep inside
The one that makes us cry as we sleep
We are all messed up creatures
Some days I might smile & think I’m well
But only I know the Hell simmering within
I’ll continue to rise, but some things I’ll never tell
Discovering the nun on the radio Still bleeding, but only in black ink Desert highways from a distant youth Debated truths & now fallen out of sync
Wiping fingerprints from the Dial Our subscription long ago expired Shifting hemlines & the fate of love Reception’s attenuated; must’ve crossed wires
Haven’t seen a service station in hours Sweating profusely with not a cloud in the sky She presses the accelerator & coyly winks I’m dizzy & both our throats are terribly dry
Blowing the dust off our individuality Making sure our hands have the proper grip Clutching the pen to jot a delicate ode Black coffee; bold inscriptions with each sip
Once awake, I turn to the written word Exacting the notes conjured; never by rote Lost with the margins of a fool’s errand I’m quiet, but compassion might just be the antidote
Naked recitals on a rainy day
Pursuing words off the tip of her tongue
The bookmark’s subtle movement
But that bell won’t be un-rung
I have a weakness for smart women
There’s a deliciousness to their thoughts
Flaunting her drop-dead genius
Leaving me bothered & hot
Innocently lewd ending with a flourish
She comes to me, reaching to kiss my earlobe
Retreats with a curtsy à la nude
She’s done; winks & pulls closed her robe
Y’all, we have soccer moms trying to ban books
Wishing to shield things they don’t want you to know
But revolutions & thoughts just won’t burn
Intellect cannot be stopped, you merely make them slow
These fundamentalists get hot under the collar
When they see repression, they begrudgingly swoon
A weird fetish to extinguish ideas & desire
Appalled by anyone thinking of Love before noon
The censorious are coming for your hearts & minds
Seething with hate for anything silently inappropriate
Your Book declares thou with sin cannot cast thy stone
Minor scandals not so obscure when karma retaliates
Being fallacious isn’t as grand as it sounds
Yet, ya’ll out here in the streets committing slander
I refuse to pander to your anger & delusions
You’re just waiting to be shut in, unloved; smelling of dander
Do you ever find yourself lost within your misguided intent
I realize you’re genuinely hoping to shield the youth
But they don’t need your unfounded reservations
Nor do they respect your faulty judgement in hiding the truth
Please, cease & desist with your moral hubris
You’re foolish, stop before you fulfill the prophesies of 1984
You’re Orwellian without the perfect irony
But, you’re not ready to deal with the weight of evermore
Bradbury warned us about erroneous application of law
I can see we won’t keep our rights without a fight
Justice leading us into a deprivation of choice
You need to remember Jesus hung with ladies of the night
Within your imprudent latching, you’ve been misled
Matters not if you have delicate sensibilities, the Piper will get paid
I believe you to be rash, but I’m no one of any consequence
I may be deluded, but I believe you gotta get properly laid
Pierced & tattooed In the lower latitudes Listening to Bikini Kill Avoiding life’s incessant shrill Drinking from our enemy’s skull Filled to the brim, yeah its full
Testify; they’re coming for our throats Burn the boats
Old Floridian parchment Written histories upon ink stains How to think within today’s tragedies Wondering how any sanity can remain
We try to build ourselves back up When the world tears itself down The ruckus in the middle of silence The tears when you can’t quite frown
Truth isn’t worth what it used to be Righteousness has overtaken the price We struggle to exist without persecution They’re coming for you, even if we play nice
Some days I’m out here Wishing I was more conventional My manhood for entertainment purposes only We survived our youth Do feminists still wear pink lingerie? For the private use of their audience Not to be used without their expressed written consent
I want to be subversive for more than shock value To be a thorn in the sensitive & proverbial side I want to spark action & not merely IG posts The revolution will be dire, not a Fantasyland ride
Sliced limes from a rusty-handled dagger Placing erratic value on worn objects Mundane property holders for our words Soaking quietly into the meaning of the text
The sun still feels warm even at this hour Tangible heaviness keeps the mind sane We survived; regardless your thoughts on America Tomorrow we return to fight, so others may remain
Events like Watergate come & go Revealing to the public our national shame We no longer trust the government Any effort to deceive us is just plain lame
Our capitalistic masters heading for disaster These pathetically absurd Creating content for the algorithm But they don’t care about our words
Dr. Strangeglove is plotting The folly of the Pentagon staff Making old ladies weep When only evil men can still laugh
Time keeps ticking, even when we hurt Old white men will begin to campaign Dropping promises like forgotten love notes The people cast aside once they pop champagne
You ask me frivolous questions Who shall I vote for I don’t know who cares But, I’m rooting for no one in 2024
Small movements while sorting absent thought
Surrealist painting hanging over the bedframe
Remaining warm with past subscriptions of the Dial
Shunning the past, but somehow still the same
I cannot make myself extroverted
I’ve never been a joiner; not very verbose
An overactive imagination & searching mind
Yet, outwardly I appear sullen & morose
I’m trying to crawl out of my own way
I’ve been a misogynist & a cynic; it’s all in the file
Shedding the weight of pessimistic sin
Yet some days I still wear a curmudgeon’s smile
Wet Sunday mornings Grass still damp from the rain Fresh air still cool to the touch Rising without a hint of pain
Voluptuary visions upon a treasured bond Hoping we might become bosom buddies Remotely fond of the Bon Vivant’s taste When I proposed to you in the study
My parochial quips; unacceptable in polite society Profane & unprintable odes to her formidable posterior Writing what catches my mind’s eye I can’t help it if my motives might be ulterior
Vice & folly are complimentary rectitudes But please stop staring at the lady’s chest There’s only so much to explain away & no one cares the origin of your Preppy crest
Tell me what constitutes good head With my mind clinging to her curves These dreams; had their own Silicone Valley Yet, when she speaks I’m a pile of nerves
Boxing Day is the day for cunninglingus Cauliflower ear from her thighs Witnessing nature’s perfect curvature Nonperishable lust eschews the dandy’s lie
Vanity is fundamentally unstable Draping you in silks & laces so gaudy New souls full of an easy virtue Just know, how badly I want your bawdy
Her dresser filled with private thoughts
Some good, wholesome memories; all thrilling
No explanation to fate, but its all we’ve got
Uncovering calm once we seek & are finally willing
I shed my clothes as she unbraided my defenses Her blessings covered by tight-knits God alone formed her Shrines to erections of yore Directions to the Promised Land, I implore I want a match – a sturdy blonde Not a waif to knock over in the breeze Pulling ¥1000 from her bra Causing her heart to thaw Bunched dresses & undue stresses Licking the condensation off my glass My memories over perfectly stretched fabric We have but today to become interlaced I try to speak; her beauty’s making me dumb & never failed to impress I remain aware;
Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wine I get thirsty in these evening hours Noticing silhouettes moving in the kitchen Before too long I might need a quick shower
This humidity is slowly trying to roast me I’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleeves Her beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consent I’m merely appreciating that in which I believe
My words not yet upon the honorable shelf
Needing to be written before displayed
Returning to the beginner’s mind
Where a fresh outlook might be relayed
The quiet intent of seeking wisdom
But maybe we could apply it
Without toxic soapbox rhetoric
No use in deflecting nor to deny it
Navigating the rows of knowledge
The sheer beauty of words, staked by reams
Our hearts insulated from reality
By the rumination of our dreams
Re-spooling sun-faded mixtapes
Dropping clues of an intervening soul
Complex mechanisms of a hindered heart
Beating too full for this jaded world
Wounds from yesteryear still to raw
My wineglass perched on your ass After the night we spent tonguing in cursive Stagnant & installed as my petrified goddess Wishing modern love was more immersive
Making memories of stained glass Naked with our flesh intertwined Fresh thoughts I need to write down Either way, I know you’re forever mine
The growing need to wake up & create Her stockings laid gently over the ornate partition Sacred vulnerabilities shared Poetic affirmations after discarding the bland tropes All sins must return to the sea
Feeling out of sorts on a Spring afternoon Broken teeth on the cog / an unbalanced wheel Blinking to bring the world back into focus Society commingling with that natural world Searching to absorb any thought I can feel I try to smile; they said I’d be better soon
Intellectual mistresses Words & ideas laced with stimulants Coaxing my mind from sullen thought Pulling me free from these malcontents
She caught me watching laundry dry And imagining what’s underneath Thinking to myself, how much more beauty Lies hidden from view That she might bequeath
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The heartfelt rendition claimed my attention Quiet moments only my heart knows Removed from the trappings of society The constructs placed before us The silent agreement through appeasement
I am not content with following them Obeying their rules Arbitrary that they be
Breaking out on my own Away from the nonsensical hate We can re-create a courteous society Without the need to execute our leaders Sharpening our swords before we vote We must keep them honest
Cavernous depression falling down without truth
Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon
Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world
A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon
Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box
Finding out the little control we have while we’re here
Knowing the results we wish to see once the sun rises
No need to stay dry when you’re drowning in this fear
To lick history off the back page Ingesting dust spores & all that came before Communing with the dead souls Whose words are always coming back for more
Late nights blend into early mornings Up with the weirdos on the street Seeing visions where the shadows were My mind tripping; my instincts in retreat
All the sand has fallen from the hourglass Dangerous curves when I’m confused Punching time clocks when I should slumber Paycheck feels light/ feel like I’m being used
Leaving my underwear in the middle of the floor I need more, but its high time for bed To sleep, to dream; an impossible task Passing ships with everything left unsaid
Not the shortest skirt But it set my imagination ablaze If I was any good at writing I’d release you from this maze For good measure You’ll receive this quiet example Though be courteous Upon my heart, please do not trample
We try to achieve anything Whether it be great or to merely outlast Winding up happy is miraculous Each day tries to dredge up the past So finding beauty or a smile In the midst of all this soulcrushing Can be the hidden meaning That sends the blood rushing
Unsure footing on a Spring night All dressed up, but the music’s wrong She’s looking quite delectable She’s tough, so my charm won’t run long
We used to have private parties Back when we were young & dumb The future always so far in front of us I was too preoccupied with getting a crumb
But life goes quicker than we knew Grappling with how our forties came by surprise Time may be a fickle little bitch But she’s still the apple of these eyes
Picking up my woman along the way
A short enough skirt that’ll surely tease
Soft tones upon the extinguished day
Wine & song that I might forever please
Snapping fingers & popping buttons
Ample latitude that I might play her fool
Admittedly; for her touch I’m a glutton
My own words reveal me to still be uncool
My ravishing mettle giving her just cause
Subtly picking up her heels and hemline
This rakish spirit providing her pause
Exposing joy & unadulterated sunshine
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 kindness long ago went out of fashion
Don’t accept your options, make your own way
We need return to art, return to love & compassion
‘They’ are anyone who’ll tell you we can’t survive
Without stooping down to unconscionable degrees
Rebel, refuse & reclaim enlightenment & love
Lead ourselves away from their dysfunctional societies
God reserves a place in Hell for those who spout hate
Whether you believe in Christ or what Buddha taught
Love doesn’t see the differences between us
We can do better; a peaceful way must be sought
Politicians are no more than door to door salesmen
Fraudulent purveyors of the American dreamscape
But we, the silent underground, emerging each day
Fed up with their vision, proof that heroes don’t wear capes
Last of the Cold War babies
Growing up with certain expectations of a guy
Snorting testosterone without wiping thy nose
Be a brute; don’t ever let them see you cry
But I’ve learned more from the women
Multigenerational lies narrating manhood
Walk like a man; talk like a savage
Bold proclamations are seldom very good
These days we find ourselves defending facts
Ultimate truth disparaged amongst the crowd
Yet I remember wisdom in spite of the chaos
To be subtle when the whole world is loud
Predawn hours with scalding coffee
Reading myths & legends from days of old
Disrupting the current faulty paradigms
Audibly spoken & once more properly told
These distorted visions have escaped
Any deliberate application of thought
No longer shilling for flawed traditions
Nor quoting misfired dissertations gone to rot
I just want to dance in the living room Twirling you in your thrift store dress I want to ignore the impending doom Taking you in my arms always relieves stress
Together, forever united, we cannot fail Though you might roll your eyes & scoff When I tell you my pants are also on sale For soon they too will be half off
The uneasiness in beauty’s proximity Erasing the value once one’s pleasing Can’t be looked upon as respectable When they’re out here coy & teasing
I’m embarrassed I caught your eye & for you being pleasantly riled I accidentally sent you reeling All because I innocently smiled
A paradox in moral judgement A blush when you find a stranger appealing Flush with these strange emotions Owed an apology ‘cause of how you’re feeling
Your sensibilities won’t allow you To be caught with the last temptation Eroded virtue of a wandering character But we’ll call the whole thing an aberration
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Waking up with a distracted mind Aftershocks from a week on the grind Trying to find value before the end of life’s lease Notes on the venerable self & a lyrical muse to find
Walking up the cold steps of Old Main A place to encounter books out of the rain An affinity for the ones with the creases A shared notion of binding pain
Wondering what fresh barriers to get through But, I’m not here to explain anything to you I’m here to love you as we search for peace That our story & passion continue their rendezvous
The floorboards weren’t so cold this morning Days grow longer, you can sense it in the air Constellations shifting in the early sky Brewing coffee pitch black to see if my pulse is still there
Waking to see the American Dream broken But that’s only if you ever believed it was real For now I’m going to enjoy this cup while it’s warm & bask in this Springtime while I can still feel
You don’t want to admit That you possibly have some feels The epic curve of your bosom Heaving with a thought that I’ll steal
Your subtle plaid skirt laid out nicely Legs tucked behind your shapely derriere Forever might be nice if you accept Together we meld into a love extraordinaire
Starting the morning in the big chair Listening to train sounds on the record From dad’s vintage vault Drinking black coffee Looking out the window At the silence down the street What shall we make of this day?
I can’t speak to you with an unbuttoned blouse I can’t stop dreaming about what might be My eyes drift as I’m quiet as a mouse I can’t help but objectify all that I see
I’m trying to be your gentleman caller My purpose was to be on an even level But you have me squirming a little taller Falling for you again as you’re perfectly disheveled
We used to know the truth The fundamentals of our lives Misplaced inspiration in youth We, the lost children, who survived
Abandoned by artists searching for gold Forgetting the dream of accepting yourself Never admitting we’ve grown this old Rejection of impending imperial wealth
Fuck your republicans & democrats Those who sold the vision with betrayal Insensitive bastards of a Cheshire Cat Unsteady appeasement & divided we fail
Who are you when you aren’t the woman of my dreams? Slight hesitation in the shimmer of your cocktail dress Writing poetry when we should be making love In a world of tragedy, how’d I become this blessed?
I’ll allow you space to grow older gracefully You are free to live however feels just right I’m not one to interfere nor infringe Just remember me before you blow out the lights
Let us not count, pluck nor dye the grey hairs I’m going to love you long after life permits Our souls commingling in the afterlife With all that said, I’ll still think you have great tits
These fallible bodies getting in the way Of our universal souls meshing Tracing Rorschach designs on her hip My mind erases upon naked flesh
She caught me caught dancing in her slip & the glory of sunshine after the rain She smiled in spite of being nervous Hoping life could begin without the pain
Giant sighs to begin the day Spiritual attempts to center myself with verse Coffee to coax the hopeful sun’s rays I stand proudly naked; deterioration’s only getting worse
You might find me boorish A buffoon with sensibilities from another age An undereducated hack with perverse interests Jotting down any ol’ thought on the page
I can be oblivious, sullen & exhausting Rarely the life of the party, it’s true You might find me infuriating But I assure you, my wife does too
Stayed up all night trying to write
I still can’t get you out of my head
Sleep didn’t come easy this night
Giving anything to only go to bed
The clock ticks past two & three
Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find
Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be
Another scotch to still my racing mind
Veering away from mainstream society
Never trusting faces on the news feed
Sensory overload from these endless reels
Algorithm demanding it knows what you need
Don’t try to overthink for yourself
For we have standards to maintain
Get in line, wait for your turn to be free
You’ll go numb; assuredly there won’t be any pain
I know you no longer read my words But I’m still sending notes into the air A simple handwritten melody of love May they float away & one day you’ll be there
I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove
I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes Internalizing the segmented society & all the villains Returning to coffee so black the void regains precious hope
Delirium induced by broken memories Shudders left lacking in female attention Visions remain long after waking Thus resulting in fragile retention
Those ministrations forever known Dusting off the scarred, forbidden plot When did the journey cease to please Chained to the past with defective thoughts
Waking amongst frozen palm trees
Inhaling air when its a mere shadow of a day
Hoodie donned; sipping coffee on the porch
Salt breeze causing the fronds to sway
You can keep your digital playgrounds I care not for a Kindle nor a Nook There’s no time for your technology At the end of the day, just give me a book
The old fashioned kind, maybe a paperback Anything without a power source I don’t need your highbrow radiation I’ll stick with tangible pages of course
I may hail from generations past Perhaps I’m boorish, perhaps I’m a lout But I’m pretty damn basic when the day is done I’ll still have my pages when the lights go out
External pressures without comparative edges Weighing down the spirit of our voice The uneasy relationship with original thought Fate passes us by when we cannot rejoice
Taking the time to toe the line
Avoiding the demands of unforgiving eyes
Inventing excuses & repeating “everything’s fine”
Society’s broken where truth are all lies
Hope is now measured in slant angles & slopes
Our manufactured social media is a bust
Force fed algorithms & prickly tropes
From Camelot to dystopia when there’s no one to trust
Dipping the nib to recreate a dream
God’s plan woven into our sleep
Where do we find our moments of clarity
The ink spreading quietly as if my words weep
Pulling a clean sheet from the ream
Porous surface of the stark linen awaits
No mystic charity in wringing your soul
Close your eyes & embrace your passionate traits
Gather around children It’s time to listen to a tale Of mean-spirited politicians & how they’re trying to make society fail
Never trust those your parents elected They’re out here banning books for kicks Aggressively stupid speeches at rallies While demonstrating fascist parlor tricks
Be careful to watch your language Lest you offend an old white man Your school libraries might be empty But I’ll share all the books they ban
Feeding page after page into the typewriter I feel like a Saint from a forgotten realm They could really write back then Keeping an even keel with one hand on the helm
I’m not the pirate you bargained for Simple words of varying degrees I write of the love you’ve desired But when I only smile, you call me a tease
Smelling of lukewarm coffee & disillusion Rough mornings coming from too little sleep Nightmares of our mutual defaulted dreams Yet you weren’t rumored to be that deep
Stagnant when we were supposed to be more Odd vibrations upon the last & final pew Still looking for Her among mismatched notes But she can make old poems smell brand new
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, right in the pooper
Unplugging from the mainframe Remaining forever off the grid Don’t need their connections Don’t know if we ever truly did
The final tragic hero of a modern culture The soul survivor of a discarded revolution Histories & experience outside the norm Dreams of freedom with divine attribution
Dealing with the conceits of perfection The concepts of loneliness & betrayal This world isn’t what we were promised Token hints lost behind a fractured veil
The answers are hidden beyond this life It may look bleak, but don’t you fret We have the Source of Light & they’re still riding that ol’ dialup internet
There are answers in the words Take time to look between the manual scrawl Feel your body physically push ideas Deliberate reflection of perfection before the Fall
Hypnotized by the handwritten thought The slow meditation; pen gripped without pain Effortless release of mental blocks To be proud of these scars, but they’re mere ink stains
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Opposing dialects of the same depression
Feeling callow when we don’t commiserate
Paperback blues of a notorious sort
You got paid, but that won’t always encapsulate
Strike out to find something foundational
Charms of something more eternal than gold
Words are hollow if not properly digested
Cling to this disjointed life, if you be so bold
A naked woman upon the figurehead Standing proud in the breeze Calling to the Sirens & wenches Knowing the truth of these seas Her beauty remaining firm & intact The ship around her orange with rust The sailors with splinters in their palms For she has a wooden bust
The infinity of love The entirety of a single breath Odd footnotes to a shapely evening After kissing the feet of Sister MaryBeth The important ones are those you forgot Distant notes too unbelievable to remember But there’s a gravity to these infatuations Still wearing Fair Isle, though it no longer December Our dreams aren’t always tangible by birth Effort & perseverance required, but you can’t relate You won’t know it, but it’s worth the heartache We’re doomed to live our days as humans & it’s called fate
Delayed motion of her hand Lost in thought; unable to translate The slippery notion of time Within the energy of a tangible fate
Let us remain discrete in our words She tries to focus as I obnoxiously flirt Concentrating on writing proper forms Caught her unaware as I reached up her skirt
Shipwrecked. Isolated on foreign shores since then Surrounded by predators Judgement & leers by creepy men Can only do her best to survive Keeping quiet in their midst Don’t want to provoke the beast Won’t fade to obscurity she insists It’s complicated to remain equal These days one must be agile She keeps them at bay with a grin While remaining firm but not fragile
Life should have more dancing More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me
A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off her shoulders
I wish to caress her by candlelight Looking into my eyes, asking for more Whispering all the things she wants Dancing close until our bodies are sore
Ringing the doorbell at the campus bookstore A vintage, pull chain contraption Antiquated, yet still rather expensive A lot of fine print within the caption
Education is a self-fulfilling myth When the public library is free Pay your tuition into the system It all depends from what lens you wish to see
I may be an eccentric lover Quirks, kinks & otherwise secrets of sensual scale The deliberate & passionate engagement Though a mere man; my love will never fail
Standing wobbly-legged
Spread stance, with a mock salute
Whispering; describing her desires
Soon, I hope she won’t be so mute
Passion of an fantastical nature
Possibly seeming like it’s unreal
Motioning me to come forth
Promises of a love I can feel
Building to a palpable potency
A tangible form of bemused intrigue
Charmed to dizzying arousal
Winding to a whirlwind fatigue
With which note to thoroughly enchant
Steps so sure that time cannot lapse
A smirk; mouthing words to erupt
But knowing I’ll finally leave her unclasped
I want to write But I don’t have the words So I watch the ink seep silently I know you’re thinking I’m absurd
So many empty notebooks To fill with small little doodles & swirls Intimidated by the stark whiteness I don’t know how to create lasting worlds
Pondering & delving into thought Present in my feelings with offerings to burn Slowly churning my fickle imagination In the hopes a bit of creativity might return
Sitting here dissenting all forms of gov’t Looking for answers in these coffee grounds Uncovering more & more hatred, with less hope These political ovations do nothing but compound
Society has gone astray, Jesus take the wheel We’re all being watched by a perched black bird Incoherent shrieks & mumbles of “Nevermore” Universities stacked with all the quotes they misheard
Where are the heroes to protect democracy of the republic In the wake of fraudulent saints & a presidential pretender We must devise a prophecy to overtake our future Lady Liberty’s hem is ablaze; with no elder statesmen to defend her
We’re led by fools, fractures & frauds Finding ourselves at crossroads armed like Checkpoint Charlie History won’t be kind to the weak or evil all the same Needing a guardian like Justice Ginsburg on a Harley
I’m raising a small army of Lost Girls Feminist soldiers marching – in all but the name Seeking love, peace & equality for all the people Hindering harmony will leave you squarely to blame
We all have our differing loyalties But truth will prevail when time comes to an end Our trials will be but mere footnotes to antiquity Faceless angels guiding youth; they shall forever be a friend
I do not have the weight of fading beauty
I was never handed that cross to bear
I will dissipate into the darkness
With few knowing I’m no longer there
But she feels the pain of time
Thinking a curse as we continue to age
The anguish of remaining alive
Yet each new dawn is another blank page
Standing in line for a morning cup After a pot or two, I’ll be content But you’re holding up progress Your specialty is causing me to resent
My anger is slow to rise But the barista is soaking in your beauty The rest of us are dying of fatigue & thirst All the while methinks you’re a bit too snooty
There’s war out here in these streets
The physical city pulses & seethes
Tamped down by hate of denizens
Facts challenging all that we believe
All of society calling for our attention
While our infrastructure remains unstable
Tragedy & crisis revealed every morning
But I still need to put food on the table
The glories of a sunny morning Smiling into my coffee; subtle credo Trying to create my masterpiece But, I’m distracted by my libido
Looking for my stunning bride Maybe get a little taste under her skirt A surefire way to get artistic juices flowing Interest shifted; she can only help, never hurt
Watching the condensation seep into the desk I think of the glories that have gone away The ice melting/mixing into my single malt I’ve been nervous, but I’m okay by the end of the day
These days weren’t the ones we’ve been dreaming of Idealistic thoughts when we were on foreign shores Imagining celebrities dancing in their formalwear Fancy & festive role models displayed forevermore
Upon the big screen & locked into our minds Americana lost & the golden age of Hollywood Stoking the passion of our fervid imaginations Inspiring our dreams like nothing else ever could
Our hopes & desires abandoned & hung out to dry March realizations our fantasies are mere celluloid The cold night, withering on the streets alone Upon the credits, leaving the theater broke & into the void
Sheets & reams of the nonsensical Literary blood lost in the shadow of ink The lifeforce of a simmering soul Marginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sink
Leaving behind the caricature of an artist Contributions to society felt in these empty sheets Fingersmudges marking pages not so white Starkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streets
Traces of hereditary ideals eroding away Igniting pages shall still be a stilted sin Yet we rise again from our desert floor Eternally grateful our finite letters aren’t porcelain
Drinking with the Harbormaster
Regurgitating things only the ocean knows
Freedom can’t be created any faster
Beauty survives rarely as wild as the rose
Lost in the silhouette of a shadow
Emerging as the heat begins to recede
We cannot know what the day holds
Only the way our imagination feeds
Getting outside while the city still sleeps
Early, but I need to get air into these lungs
Darkness illuminates my quiet solitude
Exposing the songs we need to be sung
I feel lost & ineffectual most days
But I haven’t given up living yet
Stretching this old body once more
Finding answers once I’ve sweat
Too many loud souls/When silence will do
Fools too busy collecting trophies & stickers
Not focused on truth of what matters
Sneaking glimpses of soul-revealing knickers
But they’re plastic; not of a proper diet
A mere aesthetic for the internet’s sake
The superficial appetites of modern times
I long for days when passions weren’t fake
Somewhere there is something incorruptible
Something pure that we might know
To purge our lives of superfluous antics
To feel a little more real & a little less faux