Ocean Force Winds

Crisp ocean force winds Gentle fresh citrus scent Lost upon the eternal sea Forgot where beauty went A treatise of delicate love Evidence of a ghost Smile your sweet smile I’ve left for the coast Sound of muted voices She’s a little too cute Allowing no more secrets Down through my roots

Lost In A Deteriorating Moment

Lost in a deteriorating momentWhat more can we do to be freeClose our eyes to the darknessTiptoeing quietly, down to the seaSearching franticly for the answerBut the obvious truth is often a ghostFalse memories are unruly traipsesInclinations leading me, down the coastIs there a way to be clean againTo bathe in the ocean’s gentle roarHopeContinue reading “Lost In A Deteriorating Moment”

Just Because You’re The Inspiration

Just because you’re the inspiration Doesn’t mean you’re the intended Taking what life gives us Even those not comprehended Just because you’re the muse Doesn’t mean you’re the truth Finding open sores upon the soul Lingering there since early youth Just because you’re the source Doesn’t mean you’re all that real Gone once my fingersContinue reading “Just Because You’re The Inspiration”

Chasing Time Down A Rabbit’s Hole

Chasing time down a rabbit’s hole Knowing there’s no way to go on back Don’t look that way, it’s a mirage Ghosts aren’t known to be tracked But we seldom heed our own advice Reason vanished into our past decisions Demons try to cling, but they don’t exist For these antiquated memories are mere apparitions 

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 WritingContinue reading “It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn”

Disturbed Themes & Distant Thrombosis

Disturbed themes & distant thrombosisA hitch in your giddy-up when it’s time for teaTranscendental visitationsFrom dreams may come answers to our makeshift reality Pouring over the brackish tomes with devotionGentlemen & ladies of letters; luminaries of thoughtBut truth doesn’t cure our limited capacitiesBare harbingers of the illiterations we’ve wrought We’ve taken ill in our posh-markedContinue reading “Disturbed Themes & Distant Thrombosis”

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

Perfectly lined rows of trees Our escape from the mundane Shaking away tilted visions Of a ghostly morning train Remembering her latent beauty No place for such fickle motions Return to living your current life Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean