While we were off sleeping The rains whipped themselves up in a squall The flowers rose from their dormant stature We were left to discover what never was at all Stripped away our delinquent delusions Forced to find the truth of this precipitation Life is a fragile balance of our dreams Love draws usContinue reading “While We Were Off Sleeping”
Sitting in front of the vanityDeciphering all your beauty marksYou see lines, wrinkles & blemishesI see my very own Domestic Monarch You’ll never see what my soul knowsBut, I know how lucky I am to have this viewI’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherishI’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you
Come on up for a cup of coffee I hope you’ve brought your cheery attitude My place will be easily discovered The one with the gentleman toasting you in the nude
One must be a seekerTo discover unique truth amongst the thornsHead down, hiding that grime I feel insideI’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn Trying to eek out a stable existenceWith all these storms heading my wayBut you have to want to be something moreNever content at the beginning of the day We’re bordering onContinue reading “One Must Be A Seeker”
Disquieted moments in the afternoonThese Springtime rays have a golden hourReflecting youth into my weary eyesThe reassuring notion of dreampower Yet gone are the mornings we woke afreshOur mortal flesh reeling down on EarthLife; the thorn in the side of this existenceInternal fire requires our souls a wider berth The slings & arrows shall neverContinue reading “Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon”
thinking nostalgic thoughtson an empty stomachrediscovering grunge tunesstuck at home in a pandemicremembering the pain of high schoolcouldn’t fit in anywherereliving dark momentswhere it could’ve endedremembering lost loves& how warm they made you feelbut you know it wasn’t realleaving you cold & aloneabandoned until life truly began.
I’m gonna wipe this life down with bleachMy words deconstructing Samson’s beamsWhile I slowly & deliberately devour your peachAlas, you discovered too late I was the man of your dreams
It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory WritingContinue reading “It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn”