Pushing Away The Storms

Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

Stand Down, Sailors

Stand down, Sailors We don’t want you to infect The others with freedom Or anything we can’t inject Your attitudes are contagious They’d ruin our plans here To keep the crew pensive & living in complete fear We have them programmed There’ll be no resistance Time to lay down your coins Your souls at ourContinue reading “Stand Down, Sailors”

My Love Resembles

My love resembles A smattering of prose Lady, I beg you Won’t you touch those toes? I’ll create any dream you like Stories, poems or tales Infatuation lingering now Smitten with all you avail I wish for your subtle tease But I can’t handle your stare I’ll write anything you please Though I fear you’reContinue reading “My Love Resembles”

Our Olden Fantasies

Our olden fantasiesNot quite matching casual conversationThe heart’s silent secretsMasked by our gilded incantations A kind smile to hide our fearsThe dreams left by the tragic shoreBut there’s always a way back homeTo drink from the hopeful waters to finally restore

Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis

Trying to overcome an existential crisisHarking back to those foundational yearsEmerging out of my own wounded shadowStriving headlong into those ancient fearsTransitionally limping along these daysBut my injuries aren’t those to be seenNor the stretch marks upon my soulYearning for the notion of becoming cleanThroughout it all, forever fond of the BlondeWoman, hold me closeContinue reading “Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis”

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

Quietly, The Most Awkward Person I Know

Quietly, the most awkward person I knowNever sure how to handle a situationConstantly judging myself & my actionsForcing myself deeper into this alienationWatching all the pretty people succeedJust trying to survive, I’m happy I’m still hereNo one wants to discuss the darkness withinBut here I am, attempting to confront my fears

The Clouds Descend Upon Us

The clouds descend upon usStress compounding at this time of yearGetting darker as the days buildWaxing upon the fruition of fear This world is a bloody hellA disaster proven before the ink driesScorn for a distant foundationFutility in which all hope slowly dies The darkness returnsLooking for a story to wryly beginMiscommunications falter& I wadeContinue reading “The Clouds Descend Upon Us”

Keep Your Labels

          Keep your labels Your hypocrisy becoming the norm Judging other’s words You despise my nonscholarly form I refuse to play your games Using intelligence to mask fear Maybe not so intellectual I laugh at your pretentious sneer Image by Nino Carè from Pixabay 

Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth

Cavernous depression falling down without truth Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box Finding out the little control we have while we’re here Knowing theContinue reading “Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth”

Unlocking Inspiration In The Night

Unlocking inspiration in the nightEmerging from the shadows & dark placesRising from a migrant slumberNew life without any of the fragile tracesA travesty banished to the pastAlong with all heartache & fearEndless scribbles upon discarded paperThe truth within ink stains & pencil smears

Pushing Away The Storms

      Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead       Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

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”