Trembling Coins In My Pocket

Trembling coins in my pocketA disconnect in time; rapidly repulseOur words twisted soon after spokenInferiority complex became our natural impulse But we knew life could be far greaterIf we could only escape our own fatesGet out of our own disturbed minds& embrace the love that patiently awaits

I Love What’s Feminine

I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed To seek out joy &Continue reading “I Love What’s Feminine”

Pushing Away The Storms

Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

There’s so much talk of being wild Like there’s a constant harness holding us back But its just an illusion for others to see You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack These false pretenses are keeping you low Images of a manicured life on your social media feed Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptionsContinue reading “There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild”

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge

I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life

  I’m trying to find the rhythm to life The way for our souls to feel fresh & free Purging the endless stress & strife Standing open in the sunshine, just you & me I’m trying to find more substance in life While being cleansed by the Lord’s cool sea Forever embracing my beloved, beautifulContinue reading “I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life”

The Molten Life-Sustaining Elixir

The molten life-sustaining elixir Down the gullet another cup is poured Pitch black; the only way to drink An awakening that just won’t be ignored Stretching my arms into the morning Reaching to take the sun in my embrace Another sip; life will be mine Success is surviving; sunshine on your face

Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies

Evading their ongoing tragediesForty summers spent down in the dirtWithstanding the weight of apocalypseEmerging; though slightly less overtBlast furnace of the afternoon sunDali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shoresPale riders within unabsorbed lightEmbracing purity through perception’s doorsThe paint of our secret love notesBut can only be read through the keyholeShying away from all public renditionsHer passionateContinue reading “Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies”

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our youngerContinue reading “Sitting At The Windowsill”

Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses

Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed assesSpending the morning listening to the BluesAn old soul within that youthful mindframeToe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoosI begin to think I’m the one luredBut all we have between us is coffee stained mug ringsEmbrace the possibilities of the momentJoin in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BBContinue reading “Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses”

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

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”

Pushing Away The Storms

      Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead       Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay