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

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 neverContinue reading “Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon”

I Am A Seeker Of Truth

I am a seeker of truthIn the darker moments of existenceWhen our souls are hurt& freedom is at an unfathomable distance Broken frameworks & deep mistrustWill you take me home after I’ve done my bitHonesty is the only way we’ll surviveOpen & earnest with the unblemished truth of it

I’m Seeking A Truth

I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropesContinue reading “I’m Seeking A Truth”

Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned

  Attempting to maintain where imperfections shunned Marching toward time with the burden of flaws Waking to find age has not been kind Slowly decaying according to physics and natural laws Mortality; a stark reminder of life Leaving me kneeling with a heart full of hymns My soul rejecting this modern existence Yet, no matterContinue reading “Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned”

I Don’t Know What The Hell I’m Doing

I don’t know what the hell I’m doingI’m just trying to feel my way throughThis existence offers many pitfallsWorking within our struggles, those BluesThere’s only one way to survive hereYou’ve got to continue to fight your urgesFinding the right path to paradisePiecing together words to sing the dirty dirges

The Sultan Of Suntan

  The sultan of suntanSmelling like oils & lotionsSand clinging to your soulCleansed by the water’s motionPurged of evaporating dreamsWe can focus on existenceWringing it all outAt love’s steadfast insistenceAll secrets illuminatedNothing remains withinCover of cheap shadesTruth permeates the skin

Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups

Drinking black coffee out of Delta cupsThe cheap seats listening to Empire BurlesqueMixed metaphors crawling in the nightStill pondering why a raven is like a writing desk Dislodged tea parties & cries of NevermoreThe world swiftly swirling all around meReducing myself into my wordsHiding now within punctuation & necessity Unsure of our place in timeTriangulationsContinue reading “Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups”

Working On This Beach Bod

Working on this beach bod Lived my whole life up in my head Trying to become something lovable Society left me mostly ignored instead Attempts to create an unique existence Purging the dreadful; want something more An authentic soul bent on sincerity Giving you my all, but you’d rather have Thor I can’t be anythingContinue reading “Working On This Beach Bod”

Falling In Love Every Morning

  Falling in love every morning Reminders of the Lord’s perfect grace A partner in this shared existence Let me look upon your slumbering face Slipping from the warmth of our bed To chronicle the inspiration found in the night Regeneration of unbridled passion Earnestly dedicating these words that I now write