I’m trying to listen to your body Trying to feel my way to your heart I’m looking to recover my innocence That which I lost from the start
I’m decidedly envious of your hands For they always remain with you Forever within reach of your flesh When I must bow & bid thee adieu
I’m continuously jealous of your locket & the home it has been given to rest The natural glories akin to Heaven God alone could bestow such a treasured chest
Transitional glories of the forlorn Where do we begin to find solace Ancient cries of those forgiven Trading a reckoning for eternal bliss
Standing high on a sailor’s mount Searching for souls in which to confide A bounty shall be easily & surely lost Yet remaining steadfast with the coming tide
Casting aspersions in the salon It was art deco motif & decor She encouraged my company But I knew she’d eventually want more
So I raise my glass for the glory of this night I cannot be what I am not right here Let us nurture & love the best we know For none can predict if the coast stays clear
There’s something to be said for going outside
Wallowing in the dirt, smearing it on your skin
Returning your soul to the Earth, to be truly free
There’s only one life; you’ve got to get it in
Remove society’s reign over your instincts
Dance unhindered; strip & frolic completely bare
Be at peace with the natural world’s glory
Stand proudly and let your nips feel the Spring air
The glories of an impractical woman Naked branches casting shadows on my door Finding life blossoms with the in-between Knowing coming days will provide for more
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
Flaming sauerkraut stud muffin A condensed version of radial glory Knowing full well where life begins The translucent strands of our story Calculating Parisian jazz statistics Veiled through the rummy, filtered grime Distance equals an unfettered stump When satisfaction measured in Lycra & time Logbooks; surmounting the tepid schedule All aboard the mourning run of the downtown train Sunrise catching your weary eyes Early summer rain prepositions our inaugural hurricane
*I was bogged down and couldn’t write so I just started writing nonsense until I was inspired to create something. It is what it is.
The glories of a sunny morning Smiling into my coffee; subtle credo Trying to create my masterpiece But, I’m distracted by my libido Looking for my stunning bride Maybe get a little taste under her skirt A surefire way to get artistic juices flowing Interest shifted; she can only help, never hurt
Let us focus on love Expel their notions of hate I won’t let them affect me I’ll set the standards for my fate This life won’t last forever The glories in Heaven surely await But for now, I’m going to be compassionate To take care of the people – HOPE we’ll create
Love letters to myself A hug written upon a notecard Scribbles for no one else Sometimes life is just too hard Taking moment away from the herd Break off from all that I know Losing myself in nature’s glory Words can slow the overflow Breathe – just letting it happen Soon, I’ll be able to take some more Reflecting my small truths It’s easier to recover upon the shore
I’d trade all those gold doubloons For another morning with you Tasting your sweet nectar Inspiring the day to be fresh & new I don’t want fame nor glory I just want to be naked under the covers Satisfying & emotionally preparing you Sending you out into the world; a happy lover