Acknowledge These Peaceable Arts

Acknowledge these peaceable artsBoring affairs these days, if truth be toldThe proper staffing present & accounted forI flirt with the notion that fortune still favors the bold Reeking of this polite societyThese standard fare sisters & brothersBut I’d be out there before the mastSwilling shanties & rum; if I had my druthers

Another Rainy Afternoon

Another rainy afternoonI’m just your normal kinda dudeYet, I’m feelin’ rather confinedFor, it’s too cold to do my chores                                  in the nude But I’ll persevere anywaySometimes dedication is all we can holdA robust attitude to lead usLife is more

Ducking My Head Between The Pages

Ducking my head between the pagesThis mounting pile – high on my deskPicture postcard from the far goneLost her to traveling’ roadside burlesque Hiding my mind between the sheetsBut my coffee had long grown coldWritings spilled slightly on the saucerLoneliness steeped until its forever bold

Civil Disobedience

Civil disobedienceMarching against their sullen grainPublic executions of our citizensThe ones whom systematically resemble our pain Exhibitions of our worst character traitsThe trembling hands with transcribed bloodOutside of the panoramic eyeYet all the same, caught in the seismic flood A taciturn refusal to simply existCheck your feed for what revolutionaries sayBold proclamations & campaign slogansBut

Tracing Your Collarbone

Tracing your collarboneYour heartbeat, my tranquilityPosed in your heirloom pearlsEmboldened to be the best of my ability

Broken Umbrellas & Sturdy Desks

Broken umbrellas & sturdy desksMaking no distinctions for the loss of timeSketching out all the possible plotsWillful heartache remains the worst kind of crimePut away your stencils & fountain pensThese days call for someone to be original & boldToss aside oaken casks of yesteryear’s notionThis world isn’t ready for those who shattered their own moldTea

Weight Of The World

Weight of the worldFalling on my shouldersRising early to attack the dayAnother coffee – going to need to grow bolder The stress that defines lifeThe mess that we’ve madePerception fades to blackSuccumbed to the frustrations we’ve displayed Sympathetic to Atlas’ condemnationUnderstanding his modern fatePremonition this load might explodeKnowing somehow I’ll eventually drop this weight