Predawn hours with scalding coffee
Reading myths & legends from days of old
Disrupting the current faulty paradigms
Audibly spoken & once more properly told
These distorted visions have escaped
Any deliberate application of thought
No longer shilling for flawed traditions
Nor quoting misfired dissertations gone to rot
Our flaws are the truest form of humanity
That which separates us from the machines
The cold, the soulless; exactly what not to be
Whether we can evolve remains to be seen
With our necks straining against the guillotine
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
I can still make mature women blush Knowing the proper placement of words Using my tongue to enunciate firmly The rhythm of recitement, she slowly purred
The fertile experience of rapturous joy Pause a moment, so she won’t catch her death Letting her pulse settle to reasonable levels Returning to the living, joy in each & every breath
The bold blonde with big, bouncy curls Much-maligned missionary souls Falling in love was always my fatal flaw Especially once I’ve relinquished control
Imperial city coins clink in your pocket
Orwellian flaws litter winter’s landscape
Thick fisherman’s sweater to fight the cold
Feigning steps upon the tragic lady’s cape
Black soot marring the evening sky
Told her you were king of Earth, not the salt
Misdirection will only get you so far in life
Lies & deception will still remain your fault
Hiding under the guise of tradition A small man standing atop a pagan tower Embracing ancient laws full of flaws From which you exert all your immoral power
In a reversal & dissent from my juvenile thought I dismiss such thought as stale as Babylon There’s no place in a progressive society For mindsets as negative as an electron
I’ve learned a lot in my time here on Earth Now I know what gets her hotter than Wasabi It’s as simple as treating women as equals Instead of deepthroating the code of Hammurabi
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
I’m not anywhere near perfect
Contrary to your fictitious notions
Examining me through a skewed lens
Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean
I’m not what you think you want
Flawed in all the wrong places
Underlining fragility & a fractured soul
But you’re still focused on the pretty faces
I can’t explain all the improper deviations
I’m not what you’ve wished you might discover
You’ve transcribed me into a possibility
But I’m already tethered to my perpetual lover
Don’t sacrifice your dreams
For what probably won’t ever be
Hold tight to your illusions
For only then can life set you free
Searching cavernous souls
Racking what I might believe
Splitting hairs of fragrant
Ideas wandering down my sleeve
But I’m not more righteous
Than the boys down on the beat
I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger
Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat
There’s quiet secret I might contain
Love & passion bubbling just beneath my skin
I think in poetry, but you desire a hero
Can’t compete with expectations; our mutual chagrin
Speak up, stand up; announce to the world
Spread the news of truth’s availability
Don’t be shy; we’re all in this together
Easy now, no need to hate on my virility
I honestly distrust anything popular or sacred
Passing them by & allow them to hide
I have to figure it out 20 years later
Force-filtered through life & time & tide
Opposing magnetic poles claiming Orwell
Both deluding themselves he’s their saint
But he was human & all the related flaws
His divinity seems a little too quaint
We need people with a firm, decisive choice
No interest in your ineffectual, intellectual porn
There’s no time for pussyfooting around
We must find the truth & feed it to the bullhorn
The standard deviation Accepting less than the whole Which tense to be clarified Upon the foundation of the soul There shall be no more revisions Therefore we must make do The flaws shall be cherished Extracting love between me & you
Redrawing my own figure A new shape by the point of my pen Shading away the obvious flaws Perhaps I’ll be good enough then Trying not to carry any burdens Check out my new roguish stance I’m cut from a cooler cloth now Perhaps I’ll finally have a chance