Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    Dimples; the marks of the fairies Their love touched upon the very faces Chosen to endure above the others Dimmed, but remaining vague traces Magic’s residue upon your life Nature knowing what is true Selected to be special Out of all the woods, they settled upon you

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

I Trace Your Lips

I trace your lips with my fingerSuch pouty perfection in this faceI want to devour you right hereBut in public is not the proper placeSo I whisper one word: “tonight”& let you think upon that all dayYou’ll stew & simmer & imagineHow all this love will be conveyed

I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal

I didn’t mean to get too personalI merely noticed your exposed slipMy thoughts took me to uncharted watersThinking of us – alone- a subtle skinny dipAn abandoned wedding gown crumpledThe satin too white against your laceI didn’t know what I was supposed to feelThough I could see the muted joy in your faceYou kicked offContinue reading “I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal”

With The Inmates Running The Asylum

With the inmates running the asylum The cavernous tunnels are cold & dank It can be difficult to remember the faces The ones who put you here, the ones to thank But we’re not twiddling our thumbs at night We’re sharpening our words for vengeful retort You think we’re numbed & harmless fools Our bunker:Continue reading “With The Inmates Running The Asylum”

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”

Dowager Queen Dressed Like A Nun

Dowager Queen dressed like a nun Looking for courtesies in murky nights Whispering to me “this is gonna be fun” Shadows dance in tranquil candlelight I’m all in as she shucks her brassiere Mixing metaphors with her gin Titillated whenever she comes near Pulling lace away from her original sin

Aviation Exhaust & Diesel Fumes

Aviation exhaust & diesel fumesHands, face & soul; covered in grimeExpectations placed firmlyI’ll relax when we have the timeWandering this lonely vesselBefore passageway lights go redSlowly searching these oceansWhen I’d rather be with you instead

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”

Dodging Trains With The Lost Boys

Dodging trains with the Lost BoysFeeling free in the midnight hourNothing can keep us on the groundLaughing in faces of those who wish us dourFreedom begins with your own soulNo matter the toilsome tasks or nautical milesI’ll smirk & continue to playFor there’s a revolution within my smile   Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Finding The Energy To Jump Up

  Finding the energy to jump upTo start the day in the sunshineCollecting smiles from fresh faces& always returning to the love that’s minePouring another coffee to revive my soulThe blacker the better; deeper than the seaKnowing secrets which youth will always denyThat happiness is real & it’s forever freeNonsense & miscalculations they always spewForContinue reading “Finding The Energy To Jump Up”

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”

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

This Is Life.

This is life. This is reality. When the pretty words drip away When the party’s over You’ve still got to wake & face the day Digital lovers lavish heaps of praise Complimenting you on your magnificent blog While you neglect the physical world Always remember that pain & loneliness are analog

Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta

  “Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor… Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes,Continue reading “Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta”