Rigormortis Of The Soul

Rigormortis of the soulDejected along emotional failingsTempered seas begin to rollWhite knuckles; hold fast to the railings Sorting feelings like a rolodexTrampled yearning from Jaguar yearsUnprepared for survivalCausing the most elaborate of your fears Processing out foreign memoriesBut the answers just get in the wayUndisciplined in self-diagnosisA sturdy smile in the face of the seaspray

Drinking With The Harbormaster

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

You have your notions of meWhether it’s my rugged good looksOr I’m a notorious scalawagThough, I’m neither a hero nor a crook I’m not a man of much persuasionNor am I a wild west outlawI choose to wear the eyepatchBut I’m more of a gentleman with flaws I write fast & love slowWithout a care

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

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

Stepping Out Into The Light

  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