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”

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…”

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”

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

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

Waking Up Before The Sun

Waking up before the sunTo quietly drink coffee & readI have this worn & aging bodyBut a youthful intellect to feedTake advantage of the still hoursBefore the chaos of my daughtersSoon I’ll be tied up like Gulliver& this coffee won’t get any hotter

I’m Driving Down By The Beach

I’m driving down by the beach Radio tuned to Lana Del Rey Trying to turn back the clock Warm, salty air to celebrate the day Looking for a moment to feel alive To relive the trappings of youth Ignoring the aches of aging To deny the inescapable truth

Released From The Burden Of Perfection

  Released from the burden of perfectionOnward to complete this chanceSoaking in my soul’s refractionI’m not grandiose, but I’ll enhanceRipening with a golden ageThis is nothing but a jagged gleamA smudge on the stark white pageDetermined to be more than a dream

My Whole Life On Scraps Of Paper

My whole life on scraps of paperMy soul jotted down on the pagePlot lines between scribblesCharacter development as we ageEverything that I am, right herePushing to further keep my mind trainedMy heart’s secret smudgedWithin these lines my identity is contained

Working On This Beach Bod

Working on this beach bod Lived my whole life up in my head Trying to become something lovable Society left me mostly ignored instead Attempts to create an unique existence Purging the dreadful; want something more An authentic soul bent on sincerity Giving you my all, but you’d rather have Thor I can’t be anythingContinue reading “Working On This Beach Bod”

I’m Getting Old

OMG! I’m getting old I’m actively searching For the edited version Methodically perching Watching their content Preserving young minds Cultivating the innocence For you can never rewind  

You Have All Your Beautiful Decorations

You have all your beautiful decorations Your Louis bag & Burberry coat Flaunting everything which couldn’t be Knowing how to get my bloody throat You’ll find your adornments gone someday They’ll suddenly be missing as you wake Feeling distraught with nothing left You’ll be lonely without any Real Estate You’ll have no glamour & noContinue reading “You Have All Your Beautiful Decorations”