Two Lost Souls, Like Beachcombers

Two lost souls, like beachcombersLooking for lost things; love & suchDistant memories of happinessThe feeling of being needed; a touchNestled within a Siren’s lullabyWe never could grasp our fateShrugging off the daily strugglesOur only choice is to circumnavigate

Now That I’m Old…

Now that I’m old, there’s no chance to be cool I’m that creepy lurker passing the delicates isle Finding myself lost in nebulous thought Youth dropping their eyes while I try to smile You can’t be friendly when you’re a certain age Somewhere along the line, I missed my cue Oblivious to the graffiti onContinue reading “Now That I’m Old…”

Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking – without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control – or else we attenuate Words ofContinue reading “Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob”

Returning To Simplicity

Returning to simplicity Tossing out these fledgling fates Stunted growth increasing these days Hindered by our technological rates I don’t want to watch my soul wilt I want to break free & soak up the sunshine I’m through with this culture of victims You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine

Incomplete Rants Are Broken Thoughts

Incomplete rants are broken thoughtsAntique shutters dangle in the breezeVaccinated by expired truth serumsEye twitches; our hostess is ill at ease Yet remaining upright on the pageOur fate wrapped in a trickster’s charmSubtle strokes without remorseOnly dried ink leaves us disarmed Subverting all the easy answersSacred is our fundamental right to chooseHowever your speculations driftCutContinue reading “Incomplete Rants Are Broken Thoughts”

Returning To Simplicity

Returning to simplicity Tossing out these fledgling fates Stunted growth increasing these days Hindered by our technological rates I don’t want to watch my soul wilt I want to break free & soak up the sunshine I’m through with this culture of victims You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine

Let Us Focus On Love

Let us focus on loveExpel their notions of hateI won’t let them affect meI’ll set the standards for my fateThis life won’t last foreverThe glories in Heaven surely awaitBut for now, I’m going to be compassionateTo take care of the people – HOPE we’ll create

Lost Beneath The Shipwreck

Lost beneath the shipwreckDown at the bottom of the coveSuffering from the scurvyWith scant upon our old wood stoveNo fresh water nor ripe fruitAlone with only countless talesDoomed with no audience nor friendFate of those who chase the whale

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching forContinue reading “The Carcasses Of Inspiration”

How To Create An Individuality

How to create an individualityYet, contribute to society as a wholeWithout falling to the socialist ideal& abandoning your capitalistic soulI believe in the American experimentA dream that is & could be greatIn fact, I’ve sworn to defend it foreverDuty, honor & a complicated fate

The Infinity Of Love

The infinity of loveThe entirety of a single breathOdd footnotes to a shapely eveningAfter kissing the feet of Sister MaryBethThe important ones are those you forgotDistant notes too unbelievable to rememberBut there’s a gravity to these infatuationsStill wearing Fair Isle, though it no longer DecemberOur dreams aren’t always tangible by birthEffort & perseverance required, butContinue reading “The Infinity Of Love”

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”

Reading The Errant Pages

Reading the errant pagesCrumpling after each one is readA gentle eye befallen the paperRevising what each one has pleadWastebasket- a lifetime awayHoping it’s not the destiny of them allSlowly, sacred thoughts formLiving in the weird space of my scrawl

Weight Of The World

Weight of the worldFalling on my shouldersRising early to attack the dayAnother coffee – going to need to grow bolder The stress that defines lifeThe mess that we’ve madePerception fades to blackSuccumbed to the frustrations we’ve displayed Sympathetic to Atlas’ condemnationUnderstanding his modern fatePremonition this load might explodeKnowing somehow I’ll eventually drop this weight

Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train

    Midnight’s a fine time to take the Jacksonville train Rolling double boxcars to decide our fate Gotta get back to my lover’s bedside ‘cause women like that don’t hardly wait Been dreaming of her since the days of steam Finely dressed woman with incalculable sense I’m lagging behind schedules & timetables Hindered byContinue reading “Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train”