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

Sailing Out On The Good Ship

Sailing out on the good shipPrevailing winds ensuring a clear pathForegoing the unexplained existenceForging headlong into nature’s wrathArctic waters surrounding our viewDiligent sailors crewing this steel boatPerpetually longing for a illusive homeBut buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat

I Don’t Need All That Chaos

I don’t need all that chaos I’m content with simple taste Up early in the morning To ensure the day isn’t a waste A prayer, a pen & a book Foundations to a solid grin Society can’t take it from me In control as the world spins