Suburban Arcades & Record Stores

Suburban arcades & record storesLove notes left jammed in the teletypeAncient technologies lost to whims of timeSacrilege of consuming before it’s ripe Littered by dreams of public-school poetsFalling to the feminine side of healingWhose obedience to authority lingersBut only the lonely are rhymin’ & stealin’ Our literary antihero catching the cliff notesA repressed childhood is

Our Fragile Egos Remain Outright

Our fragile egos remain outrightYet still free – not compelled by thoseIn the trenches we find disasterInspired to richly & sullenly compose How do we heal? How do we grow?Absorbing vibrations & her headspace bluesRedefinition of cool among the vulnerableRising morale since she turned off the news Erratic dreams of dismantling loveThe early signposts to

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

These Broken & Delayed Dreams

These broken & delayed dreamsElectric toothbrushes that constantly humA pocketful of change& girls with eyes so pretty it makes me dumb I’m not one to make a great sceneYet I’m your average middle-aged guyNot counted among the mundaneI couldn’t be normal, even if I tried So we’re all stuck in this spinning limboA world with

Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith

Tisk tisk, Mr. Smith She slapped her hand with the pointer Looking up, I see she’s stern I stand, wishing to anoint her I am commanded to about face I’ve committed an infraction Taking stock of my flesh She swoons in satisfaction But I’m returned to my kitchen Now pouring a cup of Lady Grey

Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon

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 never

Dreary Days Upon The Quiet Streets

Dreary days upon the quiet streetsOur dreams rising in the partial mistAbsorbing unfiltered words & sentimentThose passionate hours forever kissed

Walk With Me, Sweet Lady

Walk with me, sweet lady I want to know your darkest days Let us share everything we can Talk to me – I know you’ll amaze I have a belief in us – together No dream will be too extreme Life to be the ultimate adventure Gripping our experiences by the seams Image by pasja1000

I’m Not Going To Forfeit This Life

I’m not going to forfeit this life Grasping at reality along the way Running headlong into risk Finding out what the youth have to say Nurturing growth & development Truth remains after their neglected lie Sweat falls from my brow – a start We can’t let the dream of freedom die   Image by Tibor

Headed Downtown For The Literary Type

Headed downtown for the literary typeSearching for the scribes of our weary dayTo heal my heart with words that matterI’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way Falling stars may not mean much to youBut I’m here without any expectation or hopeWhere do we find our reasons for loveEven we can kill our dreams,

Wandering In The Forest

Wandering in the forest without a notionWith my lovely bride by my sideLooking up at the wonders of natureBetween the trees there’s no room to hide Finding seasons we don’t know at homeRain, snow & all other forms of emotionTransparent dreams offer no resistanceTreasures washed away by the errant ocean

Textured Mornings

Textured mornings Sitting around waiting on the French press Remnants of dreams & pleas Filtered through a truncated dress Beneath lies details Of scattered lace & bows But in the end, emotion far outweighs my prose

Our Nakedness Is Best

Our nakedness is best Embracing the natural glory of bridal lust Silken sheets draped over vulnerable flesh Nothing more generous than her copious bust Searching for each other in the dark Feeling the nerves of the unnamed Blamed for objectification of beauty Obscured by passion of the untamed Invoking the obstacle to love Falling voiceless

The Weird Specifics Of A Dream

The weird specifics of a dreamThe foundering theories of the sunrisePossibilities for an endless dawnDispelled traits when we finally open our eyesThese are our prosperous timesWhen we find the inspiration to achieveMinutes into hours of falling sandBut once we wake, can you still believe

I’m Not A Perfect Dream

I’m not a perfect dreamBut I’m not a perfect messI’m somewhere in betweenBut I’m probably a little lessI’m out here trying my bestUsually in darkness before the dayI find at times I just need a hug& for her to tell me I’ll be okay

I’m Hanging On For Dear Life

I’m hanging on for dear lifeAs you whisk me aroundI’m dangerously closeMy soul being boundTo you & all this joyYou whisper it’s not realThat you’re just a dreamThen how come I can still feel

I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It

  I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system I don’t care if kindness

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

Stayed Up All Night Trying To Write

  Stayed up all night trying to write I still can’t get you out of my head Sleep didn’t come easy this night Giving anything to only go to bed The clock ticks past two & three Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be Another scotch

Life Should Have More Dancing

Life should have more dancing More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off her

How To Create An Individuality

How to create an individualityYet, contribute to society as a wholeWithout falling to the socialist ideal& abandoning your capitalistic soulI believe in the American experimentA dream that is & could be greatIn fact, I’ve sworn to defend it foreverDuty, honor & a complicated fate

I Can’t Speak To You With An Unbuttoned Blouse

I can’t speak to you with an unbuttoned blouseI can’t stop dreaming about what might beMy eyes drift as I’m quiet as a mouseI can’t help but objectify all that I seeI’m trying to be your gentleman callerMy purpose was to be on an even levelBut you have me squirming a little tallerFalling for you

Counting All My Cufflinks

Counting all my cufflinks You tied my perfect tie Another night by the bay Lost within the foggy sky Seeming to float as you walk Affection rose by a mere kiss Evening air cool upon your soul Never knew we could be like bliss Your dress flailing behind Setting down an opaque trail Everything a

A Dreamer Of Hope In This Jaded World

A dreamer of hope in this jaded world The cutting edge of a disinherited brigade Avant-garde though we’re quite tame Collecting ideas, though dusty, will never fade Manifest destiny is a crippling crutch A mere novelty for a spoilt rich kid Mankind doesn’t deserve such trumpery & these militant spirits can never be hid Be

I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

  I’m not your reluctant heroI’m nothing along those linesDon’t think so highly of a foolWith your lips crumbling into your winePlease don’t raise me up to be muchI’m not what you see with your eyesA figment of an imagination’s dreamI’m lost within these warm Florida skies

The Sand

  The sandAbrasive on my toesThe sun beating downPeeling skin upon my noseBut I’m luckyI live by the beachThey only can dreamThe waves within my reach

Released From The Burden Of Perfection

  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

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

Perfection laid out on satin sheets Beauty dripping away piece by piece Every dream slipped right through Life & loss masked by laughing creases He said you were everything he desired Burning deep in his soul, but you refused Moving too fast to stop & notice him Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused

Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train

    Midnight’s a fine time to take the Jacksonville train Rolling double boxcars to decide our fate Gotta get back to my lover’s bedside ‘cause women like that don’t hardly wait Been dreaming of her since the days of steam Finely dressed woman with incalculable sense I’m lagging behind schedules & timetables Hindered by