Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

Sitting Out On The Porch Swing

Sitting out on the porch swingSkirt spread flat over rocking legsExhausted from the daily routineTired of sharing life with the dregsClosing weary eyes to dream againImagining a reassuring, masculine formKnowing this could finally be differentThis could be comfort in the coming storm

Hanging With Crazy Creative Types

    Hanging with crazy, creative typesThey spin your mind in awkward waysMelding simple ideas into revolutionsExpanding out into our civilian daysThey’re different by their very natureNever able to hide within societyChanging the world with each thoughtTheir beauty laced with inherent piety