Not content with common thought
Moved to feeling in the handwritten form
Translating the Siren’s voice
Higher levels of not tolerating the norm
We need to break free of these doldrums
Return to where truth spoken with the quill
Compassion in community not a fragmented society
Where we’re doomed to remain at a standstill
Delayed motion of her hand Lost in thought; unable to translate The slippery notion of time Within the energy of a tangible fate
Let us remain discrete in our words She tries to focus as I obnoxiously flirt Concentrating on writing proper forms Caught her unaware as I reached up her skirt
Standing wobbly-legged
Spread stance, with a mock salute
Whispering; describing her desires
Soon, I hope she won’t be so mute
Passion of an fantastical nature
Possibly seeming like it’s unreal
Motioning me to come forth
Promises of a love I can feel
Building to a palpable potency
A tangible form of bemused intrigue
Charmed to dizzying arousal
Winding to a whirlwind fatigue
With which note to thoroughly enchant
Steps so sure that time cannot lapse
A smirk; mouthing words to erupt
But knowing I’ll finally leave her unclasped
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 all the quotes they misheard
Where are the heroes to protect democracy of the republic In the wake of fraudulent saints & a presidential pretender We must devise a prophecy to overtake our future Lady Liberty’s hem is ablaze; with no elder statesmen to defend her
We’re led by fools, fractures & frauds Finding ourselves at crossroads armed like Checkpoint Charlie History won’t be kind to the weak or evil all the same Needing a guardian like Justice Ginsburg on a Harley
I’m raising a small army of Lost Girls Feminist soldiers marching – in all but the name Seeking love, peace & equality for all the people Hindering harmony will leave you squarely to blame
We all have our differing loyalties But truth will prevail when time comes to an end Our trials will be but mere footnotes to antiquity Faceless angels guiding youth; they shall forever be a friend
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
If you need to be humbled Get yourself facing into the storm Test your perceived prowess You’ll be stifled by a natural form Your arrogance against existence You might as well scream into the wind Hope & prayer to plead That the good Lord might rescind
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
Aroused by the typewriter’s bell I’m salivating like Pavlov’s dog Imagining caffeinated mornings Walking the Sunset within the fog
Though those were forgotten emotions I’m not able to repeat that form So I do my best to feel the original Sometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm
The dispassionate sunshine emerges
Calling out my dulled & weary name
Feeling downtrodden so early in the morn
Slowly licked by the sun’s eternal flame
Stretching as I rise from my sheets
Needing reservoirs of coffee in times like this
Stark forms in prospective movement
Daylight meets love’s surefire kiss
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 path
Creating worlds out of the persistently intangible
I return- baring all for artistic intent
But alas this vessel’s no Michelangelo
Dark clouds forming over the horizon Storms threaten to assuredly comply A day drifting away without recourse Dreams hang-dogged in the evening sky
The slow buildup to another slumber I tried to be reasonable, but I think too deep Took a leap, but might’ve been too far In the end, relegated to remaining the black sheep
Sitting at the windowsill Fingers stained by my ink Face red & tranquilly humbled Cold & tumbled; too frozen to think
The nights are dropping temps I’ll need to do everything to keep warm Though I’m unwrapping each layer Eagerly embracing your gracious form
Life is a fine chance to love you Trading kisses as I adjust your weary crown Telling stories of our younger days & the magic that happened in a little Arizona town
Picturesque; popular version of perfection Flawlessly designed for an afternoon tryst But there’s something broken in her smile It appears her panties are in a twist
Few could have complaints on her form With that yoga toned & sculpted derrière Feeding on kale & interweb attention But her soul smelled more like dairy air
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 within a moment
Emotion dripping from your eyelashes
Blue skies are returning We’re running headlong into Spring Shake out all these Winter cobwebs Let the sunshine wake my soul to sing
The flowers are returning to the earth Seasons change and its turning warm Let’s smile as we head outside Time to stretch out your glorious form
Your dress looks lovely upon your skin Alas, its time to remove some of these clothes Let them fall away with Wintertime sadness A blessing of rising mercury, Heaven knows
My thoughts are strikingly inappropriate I suggest we blame it on this stifling heatwave We’re in need of getting into the fresh air To be free and once again unabashedly misbehave
Teetering on the edge of normalcy The unraveling of misguided forms This mind won’t settle into boredom Will not compromise the quelling of the storm Do not attempt to dampen this fire My spirit will continue to actively soar For I won’t be cajoled to become bland Feeling fresh & alive, always reaching for more
Watching them march you down the hall Empty auditoriums to drown out your words Writing out rants my mouth will never recite The world run not by the cool but angry nerds
Step away and log out of their data systems We’ll send out love & peace in serial form Never trusted anyone with such confidence We’ll burn their egos to keep us warm
Sitting out on the porch swing Skirt spread flat over rocking legs Exhausted from the daily routine Tired of sharing life with the dregs Closing weary eyes to dream again Imagining a reassuring, masculine form Knowing this could finally be different This could be comfort in the coming storm