Our old & forgotten worlds reflectManifest destiny lost to distant memoryTotems cast to our missing energyFleeting virtues laid upon either plea Our dissipated youth with judgement paidNever to return; so get out of your own wayBe in this moment, choose positivityPlan for the future, but be alive today
Casting aspersions in the salonIt was art deco motif & decorShe encouraged my companyBut I knew she’d eventually want more So I raise my glass for the glory of this nightI cannot be what I am not right hereLet us nurture & love the best we knowFor none can predict if the coast stays clear
Baneful aggressiveness out thereUltimately cast off with the ramble of drecksLearning to be a man through the interwebMisplaced vanity ended up being your toxic flex
Girls with their knee-highs Haute Couture, exposed at the side But don’t believe everything you see Smashed & forgotten; a murdered bride Money left on the nightstand A life shouldn’t be thrown away for such Summer comes to erase memories But down here, it doesn’t take much She was already cast out, with herContinue reading “Girls With Their Knee-Highs”
Life isn’t so perfect We’ll all get bumps & bruises Nightmares will find a way But the path is the one she chooses Victims are merely lame footnotes She’s the heroine of her own script Casting off their burdens/ flipping the bird “Fuck off, society” she blatantly quipped Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay
The glories of an impractical womanNaked branches casting shadows on my doorFinding life blossoms with the in-betweenKnowing coming days will provide for more
Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludesContinue reading “Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day”
Pressure building upon my life Though I’m still only a piece of coal Disappointment looming larger than ever Who’s casting lots for my damaged soul?