Seeing the outline of curves beneath your white shirtI’m trying to focus on the words you so eloquently sayI respect you completely, but I’m a weak manAllowing my primal urges to get in my mind’s way
The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching forContinue reading “The Carcasses Of Inspiration”
The indoctrination is completeThey molded you just rightRemoving the will to struggleStripping you of the desire to fightYou work for them these daysA concise, common goalGone are the thoughts of freedomAn iron fist smashing your soulNo longer an individualLost all your character traitsYou belong to the system nowLet your bones fill with hate
I can use all the proper words When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowlyContinue reading “I Can Use All The Proper Words”
Sometimes you just need an excuse To do something completely irrational… Small moments creating larger smiles This party is increasing – It’s going National Jerry’s singing loud, making me dance Wave that flag, wave it wide & high Light the fires, let’s make it count Happy Birthday, America! – on this 4th of July!
Released from the burden of perfectionOnward to complete this chanceSoaking in my soul’s refractionI’m not grandiose, but I’ll enhanceRipening with a golden ageThis is nothing but a jagged gleamA smudge on the stark white pageDetermined to be more than a dream
“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.” ― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata
“It always seems impossible until its done.” – Nelson Mandela