Brushing the record as it goes ‘round Morning comes faster when you can’t sleep Sipping the tepid coffee down to the grounds Delirious; mind wandering depths so deep
Trying to move your body; needing a gentle stretch What more to be done when you can’t think Misinterpreting grumpiness for ravings of a wretch Settle down; give me a moment for another drink
Perfection laid out on satin sheets
Beauty dripping away piece by piece
Every dream slipped right through
Life & loss masked by laughing creases
He said you were everything he desired
Burning deep in his soul, but you refused
Moving too fast to stop & notice him
Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused
The sun rises no matter who is pained
Recall broken hearts when you’re the cause
Plump out your pretty pink lips
In the quiet of night, please retract your claws
Calm thyself, you know your own heart
Time to realize you’re the fatal flaw
Drinking with the Harbormaster
Regurgitating things only the ocean knows
Freedom can’t be created any faster
Beauty survives rarely as wild as the rose
You have your notions of me Whether it’s my rugged good looks Or I’m a notorious scalawag Though, I’m neither a hero nor a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion Nor am I a wild west outlaw I choose to wear the eyepatch But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws
I write fast & love slow Without a care of what they say about me When you have faith You never have to wait & see
I quietly find my secrets within Descended from that beautiful literary brogue To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun I’ll be your host tonight, the swash-unbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style But you of good taste & renown class Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile
Stepping out into the light
My eyes can’t adjust to the sunshine
Night left me with nary a sleep
Stumblin’ home to all that’s still mine
Life comes at you hard & fast on the inside
Wondering when the pitches stopped comin’ in underhand
Won’t wallow in misery nor memory of elsewhere’s joy
These speeches fail to convey truth I can’t understand
Where do we go to return to the proper roads
Did I miss the signal for the game to truly begin
I’m old these days; confused by angles & trajectories
Yet I can still & once again wipe myself clear of my sin