An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPaleContinue reading “An Innocent Looking Soul”

Willfully Getting Lost In The Woods With My Woman

Willfully getting lost in the woods with my womanFar from the hordes of the sick & infectedShutting doors & leaving society behindOnce away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected Outside, I can find the crispness of nature& my pure, unencumbered path to be freeWrapping my soul within Winter’s chillThese unharnessed elements might be the key

Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies

Don’t Tell Me How’s Its Gonna Be

  Don’t tell me how’s its gonna beWhen you’ve never beenI’ve seen the angry seaYou’re not among the salty menDon’t act like you have a clueClinging to the dirtYou’ve never seen a color that blueNever felt your soul cringe & hurtYou’re looking for easy praiseDon’t want to be a weathered cogRiding waves on endless daysYou’reContinue reading “Don’t Tell Me How’s Its Gonna Be”