My Love Resembles

My love resembles A smattering of prose Lady, I beg you Won’t you touch those toes? I’ll create any dream you like Stories, poems or tales Infatuation lingering now Smitten with all you avail I wish for your subtle tease But I can’t handle your stare I’ll write anything you please Though I fear you’re

She Wore A Smart Suit

She wore a smart suitSetting her apart from the restShe was a fine specimenAltered from her years out West The tailor created perfectionIt loved her feminine curveThe details you won’t missFeeling beauty in your structured nerves Those blonde curls, nice & tightNoticing underthings peeking throughRegaining my composure in timeDon’t want my excitement to be misconstrued

Trying To Recreate Life

Trying to recreate life In spite of these ink-stained fingers The smudges in the interior margins Forgotten, yet where light tends to linger These days aren’t so easily understood I contradict back onto myself Leaving traces in my erratic wake All I know – Love has been my only true wealth

The Lord Created Me For One Purpose

  The Lord created me for one purpose To show you passion & keep you happy I’m here to reciprocate this smile Though it might come off kinda sappy I want nothing more than all of you To take your hand & forever dance Please excuse my directness I’m hopeless when it comes to romance

Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration But that’s not the way you remembered they bled Choosing the perfect wording for posterity A trembling shadow of what the poets once said We once set out to create a fresh universe But that’s not the way I can any longer think Falling in love with

III. Chiseled Words

Chiseled words are never all that permanent For we can be reincarnated as a muse Awakening creation scribbled in the margins Foundational folly that we might instinctively use

Transfiguring Lips Into Fabergé Petals

Transfiguring lips into Fabergé petals Feeling decadent painting the night sky Let us rejoice with our illustrious words Palpitating deliberately when bliss is nigh These fanciful & bountiful thoughts of yonder Possibly plentiful but not quite enough for us Imaginative; creating a softer substantial side We’re most serene when we’re a bit mussed

The Love Of A Bygone Era

The love of a bygone era Doing our best to not die of boredom or neglect Creating light to lead others from the darkness Distant theories to remedy our ailments, I suspect

The Glories Of A Sunny Morning

The glories of a sunny morningSmiling into my coffee; subtle credoTrying to create my masterpieceBut, I’m distracted by my libidoLooking for my stunning brideMaybe get a little taste under her skirtA surefire way to get artistic juices flowingInterest shifted; she can only help, never hurt

Let Us Focus On Love

Let us focus on loveExpel their notions of hateI won’t let them affect meI’ll set the standards for my fateThis life won’t last foreverThe glories in Heaven surely awaitBut for now, I’m going to be compassionateTo take care of the people – HOPE we’ll create

Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day

  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 interludes

I’m Pounding These Keys

I’m pounding these keysTrying to create a landmarkSomething to last through timeA rhyme to set off a sudden sparkI’m vain in ways I won’t admitA schedule of words upon the pageFormulas/equations for me to disconnectMemories for after I’ve withered into age

Feeling A Great Need To Create

Feeling a great need to create This is a crazy world today When will we ever thrive when We don’t remember what we say Hidden slowly in your dreams Reality hinders our solutions Time tocks against us now Feeling abstract absolution

Drinking With The Harbormaster

Drinking with the Harbormaster Regurgitating things only the ocean knows Freedom can’t be created any faster Beauty survives rarely as wild as the rose

I Want To Run Away & Join The Circus

I want to run away & join the circusTo be done with this life at seaTo kiss the ground she walks onSolid foundations forever under meScribbling love notes to my ladyCreating a new world of literary lustA positive existence springing forthMy happiness nestled within her bust

Hanging With Suspicious Writers

Hanging with suspicious writers An overly socialized troop Collectively creating An emotionally battered group Pondering word placement & the value of existence The quiet utility of thought Inspiration compounding persistence

Run Away & Join The Circus

I want to run away & join the circusTo be done with this life at seaTo kiss the ground she walks onSolid foundations forever under meScribbling love notes to my ladyCreating a new world of literary lustA positive existence springing forthMy happiness nestled within her bust

Collecting Fragments Of Free Thought

Collecting fragments of free thought The missing pieces of a discarded word Unknown & forgotten loves in innerspace Unfortunately time reduces us by a third Intellectuals hunkered down – protecting wisdom Throwing bones, sharpening knives & wit Critical theories to counteract  The cultural elite reminding me I ain’t shit But I continue down my solitary

Knowing The Bottom Of The Depths

Knowing the bottom of the depthsUntold theories where passion liesEncased all in a delicate French laceThe truth that logic & gravity defies Earthbound creatures can’t be understoodIt’s simply not in our fallible DNAAttempted in conversational tonesBut we’ve lost connection anyway Trying to find a way back to the meaningReason doesn’t apply to moments like thisDisregard

Working On This Beach Bod

Working on this beach bod Lived my whole life up in my head Trying to become something lovable Society left me mostly ignored instead Attempts to create an unique existence Purging the dreadful; want something more An authentic soul bent on sincerity Giving you my all, but you’d rather have Thor I can’t be anything

Christian Dior

  “By being natural and sincere, one often can create revolutions without having sought them.” ― Christian Dior

Oscar Wilde

  “An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.” ― Oscar Wilde

The John Wayne Type

I admit I’m not the John Wayne type I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe into