Picking up my woman along the way
A short enough skirt that’ll surely tease
Soft tones upon the extinguished day
Wine & song that I might forever please
Snapping fingers & popping buttons
Ample latitude that I might play her fool
Admittedly; for her touch I’m a glutton
My own words reveal me to still be uncool
My ravishing mettle giving her just cause
Subtly picking up her heels and hemline
This rakish spirit providing her pause
Exposing joy & unadulterated sunshine
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Waking up to exposed sunshine
I find myself easily seduced Once I tried become a Stoic But with my heart, it’s no use
I’m a hopeless romantic
But I try not to let anyone know In this disheveled morning I’ll have another merlot Like this: Like Loading...
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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 misanthropes Internalizing the segmented society & all the villains Returning to coffee so black the void regains precious hope Like this: Like Loading...
Awake early in the naked, teal morning
Still wet from dancing in the rain
My subconscious kissing her femininity
But the memories remain love-stained
Her fingers gripping my shoulders
Our souls constantly trying to absorb
Soft, low moans quietly evident
I’m enchanted by her fleshy orbs
We’re exposed in the light of dawn
A realness that won’t be concealed
We have a glow of our own
No words exist, but a truth she can feel Like this: Like Loading...
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Sheets & reams of the nonsensical
Literary blood lost in the shadow of ink The lifeforce of a simmering soul Marginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sink
Leaving behind the caricature of an artist Contributions to society felt in these empty sheets Fingersmudges marking pages not so white Starkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streets Traces of hereditary ideals eroding away Igniting pages shall still be a stilted sin Yet we rise again from our desert floor Eternally grateful our finite letters aren’t porcelain Like this: Like Loading...
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In defense of the outcasts & weirdos
Those strange fellows who demand to be free
Exposing thought & sincerity to open air
To live one’s own life & forever reject conformity
Counting oneself amongst the abnormal
Involuntarily immersed in thought & deed
The action of creating poetic existence
For some days, that might be all we need Like this: Like Loading...
Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day
Victrolas on display at the corner store
A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty
She always smiles, but never asks for more
You’ve created another aura within her
Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy
A polite lady with those vicious high heels
Mental interludes without consent, it seems to me
Take your dreams & exit stage left
You tried to court & failed, life’s not fair
Let a true gentleman whisper elegant words
She’ll open up her passion, exposing her silky pair Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m working on a deliberate sound
Tracking a feeling I’ve never found
Filtering & distilling a final abstract
Like passion was some sort of artifact
They’re still searching for their good luck
Let us dance holes in our old school Chucks
No need to worry about their errant thoughts
Let me strip naked – for I’m kinda hot
With the beat down to your toes
Secrets of my soul, I’ll cautiously expose Like this: Like Loading...
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They no longer play poetry on the radio
No longer exposed to life’s contextual details
We’re all lost; floating through time
Enchanted; told to swallow modern fairytales
But I’m trying to work out the specifics
Finding the reasons between the transistors
I’m guessing we’re still prone to biology
& physical failures of why I can’t resist her Like this: Like Loading...
The blazing summer sun
Attacking my pigment
Gonna need aloe vera treatment
Tender pink meat exposed
Another bout of the Irish curse
Naked flesh so easily burnt
Need to be saved by a smokin’ hot nurse
Can’t speak like that in 2022
I assure you, I truly understand
But my perverted tendencies
The truth remains; always the dirty old man Like this: Like Loading...
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It’s not about me
Focus away from my chipped soul Fragile dreams creaked as I reach daylight Caught in our midsummer’s lull Drinking wine out of a teacup This soul embarrassing when exposed Hoping to numb our sensibilities While we lay naked & juxtaposed Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m trying to live the good life
Exposing my heart, no matter how raw
No need to hide how I’m feeling
Coaxing compassion, so the world might thaw
Standing upright in spite of society
A little shook, but I’m still alive
Move past their hatred & negativity
Within the scope of kindness we’ll thrive Like this: Like Loading...
The sun rose again today
As it often tries to do The light leaves me feeling Naked & exposed to you
Hiding within the coastal pines Hoping that you won’t see That in spite of all the words I’m still only me
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The grand rubbish
That we display here Our soul’s bleeding Harking back to fear
But we push ahead & slowly expose Our personal thoughts Fighting the reality of those
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Rereading Orwell and taking notes
Not going to be ruled nor romanced By an adolescent philosophy Anyone’s faulty & retched political stance
We need to think for ourselves again
Too many left for dead it seems Generation of choreographed absurdity & gathering the news by sharing memes
But I have faith we can regain our promise
By exposing kindness & compassion instead It is possible to lead by inspiration Instead of ruling by threats & dread
and another thing; a note to those in power we need to rename political parties CSPAN is the lamest way to spend an hour Like this: Like Loading...
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The sun rising too quickly
Causing you to begin cursing These are our shared moments With these spirits we’re nursing
The cold causing me to shiver
I need some more of your covers But you have none to spare Exposing you; a temperamental lover Like this: Like Loading...
She’s watching me
Trying to act shy & coy
She wants me to think
I’ll be her very first boy
She’s loving me
Sold on a negative trip
Acting so confident
Notice her exposed slip
She’s needing me
What a beautiful mess
Pick up her dreams
& her fallen dress Like this: Like Loading...
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Looking to transmit the broken fragments
To leave nothing at the bottom of the pail
Set out – exposed in the baking dog day sun
Mis-remembered, but not quite a tragic fail Like this: Like Loading...
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Passion failing all around me
We’re all exposed on the battleground Hearts breaking wide open Sketchy footing, leaving the night unsound
Cautiously looking out into the world
I’m safely behind doors & my windowpane A vicious society who always destroys Forcing love to wither & die in vain
Cherishing the woman I’ll forever desire
Who wears my great-grandmother’s ring Upon us to ensure it doesn’t happen here With her in my arms, I’ll always I’ll cling Like this: Like Loading...
Counting out the steps
Crawling on all fours
One, two three, one two, three
You deny the circus, but they’re really yours
Giving her another twirl
We’re standing naked & stark
You speak your pretentious slang
Only exposed in the dark
I’m here with your midnight medicine
My beautiful babe, bottoms up!
But I remain steadfast
Watching you spill out of your lace cups Like this: Like Loading...
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Unfolding broken dreams
The distant & diluted flow
Our hopeless choices astound
The truth? We still don’t know
But we can never give up
Clinging to the last of our visions
Memories cultivated on dark nights
Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions
How do you translate a morning
When your soul bears undiagnosed pain
Scars from a life well lived
For in the end, disillusioned cannot remain Like this: Like Loading...
Wading through seawater in your dress
Clinging to your delicious curves Exposing the universe to me Standing at attention; all my nerves
You’re the anomaly of this world
Virtue & flexibility of our seams Wrap your legs around my mind Allow me the most sensuous dreams
Never to rejoin this delinquent society
Let me lead you with hands on your hips To paradise removed from their hate With nothing but flirtation on your lips
Gimme sass with a shake of that ass
Raising toasts to love in a crystal chalice Our passion overflows conventional wisdom Since I’m directed by the sapience of my phallus
I promise to hold you close all our days
& to occasionally provide your kind of cuddle But I’ll always do that thing you like so well The one that never fails to leave you in a puddle
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I want to know the secrets
The ones you have buried deep within I want you to whisper your love Kiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin
Running away from sunsets & goodbyes
Feeling the lead of stained windowpanes These houses don’t hold strained memories Washed away in the softening of Winter’s rain
I’m freely exposed in these dimmer days
Wrap me with the sound of rigorous hymns I listen, but don’t fathom your parlance I can’t keep up with your acronyms Like this: Like Loading...