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

Just A Guy With A Pen

I’m not an artist, just a guy with a penUpon a lonely night, I started to writeI jotted down some rhymes for meTeen angst channeled into the lightI’ve never looked back to thinkI just keep writing over the decadesI don’t edit my feelings nor judge youPurely an attempt for the soul not to fade

Green Mermaid Lady

Green mermaid ladyI’m still in love with youAlways been good to meMy affections are overdueDimly lit stages for hireWriting out these feelingsJittered & confused tonightStaggered & now kneelingInspiration to keep on goingConfidence in my finer wordsBlocked out memories pastForgetting what was heardKnow where you want to beSo I’ve come back to youCapitalism be damned!Pour me

Crafting Words & Dilapidated Feelings

Crafting words & dilapidated feelingsWithdrawing the essence of existenceDistilling the meaning of love’s textureTo stir my soul to our mutual subsistence

Remember The Old Ways

Remember the old ways Scribbling out passionate jots Secret notes to my beloved Sharing all my lucid thoughts Remember feelings of yesteryear & how we were perfectly aligned Don’t lose who we used to be Through time – love remains undefined

I’m Tired Of Being So Dry

I’m tired of being so dry In need of an outlet to release my brain Creativity gone; leaving me stagnant Building into a wreck of anxiety & pain My thoughts stunted by vapid feelings Finding myself too tense, filled with stress Needing to drink from restorative waters Like those I found under her dress

Creep Villanelle

Resisting the urge to flatter Never taking such a leap Beauty the heart of the matter Ignored in your idle chatter Left feeling like a forgotten heap Resisting the urge to flatter The thoughts come, but soon scatter Keeping me from peaceful sleep Beauty the heart of the matter Love served on a silver platter

Honoré de Balzac

“Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.” ― Honoré de Balzac, Père Goriot

Frida Kahlo

  “I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.” – Frida Kahlo