By Day, You’re Out Fighting Wars

By day, you’re out fighting warsWherever politicians decide you need to roamDiplomacy by air, land & sea& the lucky ones get to return home But your training doesn’t include thisUnsure how exactly to be a regular guyBabies & tiaras & unicorns bebopping aroundHow to explain a child’s smile can make you cry   Image byContinue reading “By Day, You’re Out Fighting Wars”

Picturesque; Popular Version Of Perfection

Picturesque; popular version of perfectionFlawlessly designed for an afternoon trystBut there’s something broken in her smileIt appears her panties are in a twist Few could have complaints on her formWith that yoga toned & sculpted derrièreFeeding on kale & interweb attentionBut her soul smelled more like dairy air

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”

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”

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”

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

Finding The Sunshine

Finding the sunshineFeeling the glorious heatRemembering the timeOur lonely lips did meetSaving me from despairA slow march to the seaLoosening of our tonguesAnother chance to be freeGetting our bodies outsideA good stretch in open airI love your everything, butYou’re best when you’re bare

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”

Summer Fades In Our Hearts

Summer fades in our heartsThough it’s still warm outsideWe begin to look forward toAutumn & beauty that coincidesThe air will find a little chill& we’ll see Winter on the attackSoon, we’ll be yearning for heatWishing for seasons to cycle back

I Saw Her Through The Glittering Sun

I saw her through the glittering sunPerched high upon the lifeguard standPerfectly sculpted under bright skyKnees weak, tripping in the soft sandThe gulls echoing a distant cryDreams of love & what could beThe salt air marinating upon our skinI’ve lost my heart here upon the sea

Counting All My Cufflinks

Counting all my cufflinks You tied my perfect tie Another night by the bay Lost within the foggy sky Seeming to float as you walk Affection rose by a mere kiss Evening air cool upon your soul Never knew we could be like bliss Your dress flailing behind Setting down an opaque trail Everything aContinue reading “Counting All My Cufflinks”

The Wind Howling At Midnight

  The wind howling at midnightBroken windows – open to the outside airExposed to the communal by-passerHer soul had fallen into disrepairFatigue & listless emotions manifestingImmune to careless complimentsTime to pause & regroup her focusHappiness born from common sense

I’m Not Feeling Strong These Days

  I’m not feeling strong these days With my soul in traction Weakness seems to manifest itself Sustaining a chain reaction I’m not feeling invincible anymore With my heart on the gallows block Life can crush your spirit While we’re busy serving the clock I’m not feeling perfect, quite honestly But I know there’s toughnessContinue reading “I’m Not Feeling Strong These Days”