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”

You Seem To Be In An Awful Temper

  You seem to be in an awful temperI didn’t mean to ruffle your petticoatJust trying to assuage discomfortMa’am, I must return to the boatIncidents may have occurredDarkness cloaks many a stumbleI bid you remember me fondlyFor you leave me broken & humble