Rigormortis Of The Soul

Rigormortis of the soulDejected along emotional failingsTempered seas begin to rollWhite knuckles; hold fast to the railings Sorting feelings like a rolodexTrampled yearning from Jaguar yearsUnprepared for survivalCausing the most elaborate of your fears Processing out foreign memoriesBut the answers just get in the wayUndisciplined in self-diagnosisA sturdy smile in the face of the seaspray

Relaxing In My Hammock

Relaxing in my hammockFeeling the gentle breezeTrying to close my eyesBut visions of her tease My head starts churningMy heart begins to raceNeed to stick the landingWithout falling on my face Along the way inI’m shedding all my clothesBy her sly smileMy beautiful woman already knows

Once Upon A Suburban Street

Once upon a suburban streetWhere we lived, loved & laughedSummer comes early in JaxSo, this house no longer has a draft Warmth lets me resume my natural beingYet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-throughI strut along, giving my neighborsA bit more than a casual view

Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis

Trying to overcome an existential crisisHarking back to those foundational yearsEmerging out of my own wounded shadowStriving headlong into those ancient fearsTransitionally limping along these daysBut my injuries aren’t those to be seenNor the stretch marks upon my soulYearning for the notion of becoming cleanThroughout it all, forever fond of the BlondeWoman, hold me closeContinue reading “Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis”

I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

  I’m not your reluctant heroI’m nothing along those linesDon’t think so highly of a foolWith your lips crumbling into your winePlease don’t raise me up to be muchI’m not what you see with your eyesA figment of an imagination’s dreamI’m lost within these warm Florida skies