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
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
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
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
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
Writing sonnets for my beloved
But I cannot speak in pentameters
The lines & sentiment lost on my tongue
Erasing the stray marks upon the parameters
Mother Nature is exhausted
Discovering it’s time to hibernate
Humble beauty of the landscape
Folding into herself unto the infinite
Hearing the last strains of Autumn
But the air is still hot
Clinging to a customary belief
While we hide behind a fig leaf
But we all know leaves fall and rot
In defense of the outcasts & weirdos
Those strange fellows who demand to be free
Exposing thought & sincerity to open air
To live one’s own life & forever reject conformity
Counting oneself amongst the abnormal
Involuntarily immersed in thought & deed
The action of creating poetic existence
For some days, that might be all we need
Summer fades in our hearts Though it’s still warm outside We begin to look forward to Autumn & beauty that coincides The air will find a little chill & we’ll see Winter on the attack Soon, we’ll be yearning for heat Wishing for seasons to cycle back
I’ve been to the city
But I didn’t like what I saw
There’s no air to breathe
Such congestion of humanity
Infestation should be against the law
Authoritarians canvasing your timeline
Dourly grudging along in their jackboots
Manipulating digital ledgers & statements
Nothing worse than those savages in suits
No, I’ll stay here where Divinity is clear
The minor sophistications are plain to see
Occasionally sidestepping hillbilly nonsense
But at least my soul is still free
Let me get out into the world
While everyone else is still in bed
Let me move these old bones
I need to get fresh air into my head
Too many stagnant mornings
With nothing to show for the exertion
Feeling low in my spirits
Like I’m a soul still prone to desertion
I need to discover a permanent solution
To rid my life of heartbreak & pain
I don’t want to struggle anymore
Results from my effort & not simply remain
The freedom to move is vastly underrated The need to take refuge in the open air Release yourself from these modern bonds Get back out there if you still care
I reject their basic version of normalcy Those rules don’t apply as formulated Reality was never calibrated for us Mere common folk to be granulated
Refusing to remain quiet is necessary Return to nature – turn off that broadcast Be elusive, for they’re coming for you You’re necessary as long as you have a vote to cast
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 toughness somewhere
Upon a solid foundation I shall rise
With a firm grip on love & a fist in the air
Paddling around the remotest parts Looking for hope where there’s no merriment Our souls evaporating in the open air Put through this vise of a social experiment Living out here minus the love & support There’s only so much a man can endure Mother Nature whirling up the darkest storms Blowing away my dreams I’m terribly sure
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
Thankful for a little spit of dry land Feeling a bit wobbly & out of sorts Having a nice cold one under a palm Time to recharge my batteries in this port Soon enough, we’ll be back floating Feeling the Earth’s rotation upon this burn Long days of sweat & toiling work Wearing my body out before I return
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
Finding the courage to excel Knowing your place doesn’t compute Internal struggles with society Forcing a soul to be steadfast & resolute
Innocent people lost in tragic groupthink Needing to be fleshed out in their own air It’s a lonely world among the righteous Devoid of rhetoric; most are sadly unaware
Summer mornings; rising without the alarm Open the windows while we’re still in the shade God’s fresh air can’t do any lasting harm Yet, snuggle up close; no sense in letting this warmth fade
By day, you’re out fighting wars Wherever politicians decide you need to roam Diplomacy by air, land & sea & the lucky ones get to return home
But your training doesn’t include this Unsure how exactly to be a regular guy Babies & tiaras & unicorns bebopping around How to explain a child’s smile can make you cry
Picturesque; popular version of perfection Flawlessly designed for an afternoon tryst But there’s something broken in her smile It appears her panties are in a twist
Few could have complaints on her form With that yoga toned & sculpted derrière Feeding on kale & interweb attention But her soul smelled more like dairy air
An innocent looking soul Draped with an ethereal gown Confident strides across the patio With Eve’s revenge Crisp air – like the first bite of a green apple Obscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure
I watch her bosom swell It’s not objectivization For I worship her Refreshed in waves This transparent Victorian hypocrisy Knowing all that ails & an unseen wound
Yet morning crests Pale orange sky forces it’s way through space In the arms of naked trees I’m celebrating femininity Spring’s arrival in a sundress As she teases me with breathless recitals Our love not by design But still goes well with NorCal wine
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 the natural world’s glory
Stand proudly and let your nips feel the Spring air
Blue skies are returning We’re running headlong into Spring Shake out all these Winter cobwebs Let the sunshine wake my soul to sing
The flowers are returning to the earth Seasons change and its turning warm Let’s smile as we head outside Time to stretch out your glorious form
Your dress looks lovely upon your skin Alas, its time to remove some of these clothes Let them fall away with Wintertime sadness A blessing of rising mercury, Heaven knows
My thoughts are strikingly inappropriate I suggest we blame it on this stifling heatwave We’re in need of getting into the fresh air To be free and once again unabashedly misbehave
Willfully getting lost in the woods with my woman Far from the hordes of the sick & infected Shutting doors & leaving society behind Once away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected
Outside, I can find the crispness of nature & my pure, unencumbered path to be free Wrapping my soul within Winter’s chill These unharnessed elements might be the key
The wind howling at midnight Broken windows – open to the outside air Exposed to the communal by-passer Her soul had fallen into disrepair Fatigue & listless emotions manifesting Immune to careless compliments Time to pause & regroup her focus Happiness born from common sense