I don’t speak of the dark times
For I don’t know how to describe
Numb from the constant rows
Beating my head against the tide
All the while, I’m trying to keep in step
Attempts to parry everything exterior
Concurrent remedies do nothing
Resulting in the residue of the inferior
Intentions to escape these trappings
Quietly absconding along the coast
Ambitions to enliven another day
& thus a creation of a ghost
The beat making my Diesels sweat This is beyond my usual scene Usually I can’t dance without regret Needing a lot more alcohol & caffeine
Glow sticks & the whole lot to lampoon I can’t live life with digitized crap Moving my body like an analog buffoon I need to find a pretty lady to sit upon my lap
I spy one in my dizzied & frazzled state I could definitely make her my new habit She’s smiling at my attempt to communicate My God, I see curves like Jessica Rabbit
I shake my head allowing reality to seep Good fortune has shined down in this nightlife culture I straighten my clothes; thinking ‘don’t be a creep’ & I flash the Cheshire grin of a hungry vulture
The sand Abrasive on my toes The sun beating down Peeling skin upon my nose But I’m lucky I live by the beach They only can dream The waves within my reach
Can we puncture our transcendent eyes
Feeling fantasies no one can understand
Trapped behind responsibility & expectation
Failing to grasp foundations as we planned
The difference in our souls transmit
Expounded by the beatings of our hearts
Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired
But their might will never sever our parts
You cannot be weak if you’re truly weird
There’s no time for the molecules to rearrange
These burdens of an unimaginative society
Simply cannot fathom the depth of how you’re strange
Its been a long, hard ride To get where we’ve found Bumps & bruises are everywhere Keeping our souls on solid ground
There’s a small humility Hidden within the secrets of Spring rain Heartache never fully goes away But what made you take a Westbound train
There’s no escaping the pressures But by embracing love we’ll be able to cope Turn towards the hearts that beat for you Open your eyes, know there’s always a semblance of hope
Word by structured word Searching for concrete textuality She dropped her handkerchief coyly Never again to forget her sexuality
Her head thrown back in a laugh What makes her heart quicken its beat I’m pacing – racking my distracted brain Inspired to write, I hasten to take a seat
Where are the heroes for our own time The poets & warriors to lead the charge I’m not the effigy of your incompetent apathy Merely the pirate of record, by & large
Who will join me among these ranks To beat back the mind-numbing attitudes To hell with society & its reality television Taking my crew to more temperate latitudes
She makes my heart beat
The way she coyly flirts
She always has my attention
When she flips up her skirt
I continuously feast upon her
The world knows I’m rather fond
I love her beyond my words
The girl with the dirty blonde