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

Picturesque; Popular Version Of Perfection

Picturesque; popular version of perfectionFlawlessly designed for an afternoon trystBut there’s something broken in her smileIt appears her panties are in a twist Few could have complaints on her formWith that yoga toned & sculpted derrièreFeeding on kale & interweb attentionBut her soul smelled more like dairy air

Strapped Into A Mourning Gown

  Strapped into a mourning gown That might survive our winter garden Rebasing all these dreams This predicament has begun to harden; I beg your pardon Slowly peeling off your layers Caught us in a lightning storm Feeling excited electricity Between our adrenalized forms Standing naked before the darkness Illuminated only by midnight flashes Perfection

Blue Skies Are Returning

Blue skies are returningWe’re running headlong into SpringShake out all these Winter cobwebsLet the sunshine wake my soul to sing The flowers are returning to the earthSeasons change and its turning warmLet’s smile as we head outsideTime to stretch out your glorious form Your dress looks lovely upon your skinAlas, its time to remove some

Teetering On The Edge Of Normalcy

Teetering on the edge of normalcyThe unraveling of misguided formsThis mind won’t settle into boredomWill not compromise the quelling of the stormDo not attempt to dampen this fireMy spirit will continue to actively soarFor I won’t be cajoled to become blandFeeling fresh & alive, always reaching for more

Watching Them March You Down The Hall

Watching them march you down the hallEmpty auditoriums to drown out your wordsWriting out rants my mouth will never reciteThe world run not by the cool but angry nerds Step away and log out of their data systemsWe’ll send out love & peace in serial formNever trusted anyone with such confidenceWe’ll burn their egos to

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our younger

Sitting Out On The Porch Swing

Sitting out on the porch swingSkirt spread flat over rocking legsExhausted from the daily routineTired of sharing life with the dregsClosing weary eyes to dream againImagining a reassuring, masculine formKnowing this could finally be differentThis could be comfort in the coming storm

Aroused By The Typewriter’s Bell

Aroused by the typewriter’s bellI’m salivating like Pavlov’s dogImagining caffeinated morningsWalking the Sunset within the fogThough those were forgotten emotionsI’m not able to repeat that formSo I do my best to feel the originalSometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm

Sitting Here Dissenting All Forms Of Gov’t

Sitting here dissenting all forms of gov’t Looking for answers in these coffee grounds Uncovering more & more hatred, with less hope These political ovations do nothing but compound Society has gone astray, Jesus take the wheel We’re all being watched by a perched black bird Incoherent shrieks & mumbles of “Nevermore” Universities stacked with

Standing Wobbly-Legged

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 

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 Writing

Collecting Fragments Of Free Thought

Collecting fragments of free thought The missing pieces of a discarded word Unknown & forgotten loves in innerspace Unfortunately time reduces us by a third Intellectuals hunkered down – protecting wisdom Throwing bones, sharpening knives & wit Critical theories to counteract  The cultural elite reminding me I ain’t shit But I continue down my solitary

The Dispassionate Sunshine Emerges

Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay 

If You Need To Be Humbled

If you need to be humbledGet yourself facing into the stormTest your perceived prowessYou’ll be stifled by a natural formYour arrogance against existenceYou might as well scream into the windHope & prayer to pleadThat the good Lord might rescind

Looking For A New Sunshine

Looking for a new sunshineEclipses as the morning growsCoffee slowly loses its warmthThe way only the fatigued might knowSleepless nights convort to visionsDreams well placed into our eyesCaffeine not enough to shake soulsWaking to these cotton candy skiesSpinning my empty cup on the tableAttempts at any fully formed thoughtMy mind completely wiped cleanI spy my

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

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