These fallible bodies getting in the way Of our universal souls meshing Tracing Rorschach designs on her hip My mind erases upon naked flesh
She caught me caught dancing in her slip & the glory of sunshine after the rain She smiled in spite of being nervous Hoping life could begin without the pain
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
Watching the condensation seep into the desk I think of the glories that have gone away The ice melting/mixing into my single malt I’ve been nervous, but I’m okay by the end of the day
These days weren’t the ones we’ve been dreaming of Idealistic thoughts when we were on foreign shores Imagining celebrities dancing in their formalwear Fancy & festive role models displayed forevermore
Upon the big screen & locked into our minds Americana lost & the golden age of Hollywood Stoking the passion of our fervid imaginations Inspiring our dreams like nothing else ever could
Our hopes & desires abandoned & hung out to dry March realizations our fantasies are mere celluloid The cold night, withering on the streets alone Upon the credits, leaving the theater broke & into the void
I caught you outside in your slip
The gossamer wisps within my view
A ripe side of the ever lovely
I couldn’t help but stare at you
Running through a Summer rain
Racing to the steps of a Victorian porch
Draped in a thin dress of pale tulle
The heavy heart of a burning torch
Amid the seduction of incantations
I knew your illusions were clear
Transparent upon the fresh flesh
& I thought only my intentions were sheer
I always look where no one looks
Trying to see what no one is willing to see
Saturated; glory beyond Heaven’s bounty
I’m out here shooting for immortality
Standing naked In the front window in all my glory Watching cars pass by in their haste Hands on my hips – I am the Pan Maybe not like your bedtime story Searching for the beauty they tend to waste
Don’t forget to repeat our truth in unison Stand up straight with proper military bearing Forget your conscience; such things are done Keep on moving toward the triumph of the daring
Unfurl the banners so that we might recite Let the people know what we’re fighting for Light the fires, so the boys may march by night Let them live out their dreams in the glories of war
Remain focused- don’t live within your heads For the battle is real, so is the carnage by the blade You need to stay loyal or your sons will wind up dead Listen to the drums, forget the thoughts we’ve forbade
This existence is painful, but hell will be hotter Don’t return with blood soaked memories to spurn Live up to the fullest; embrace the full-bodied slaughter Raise your swords to the sky & let the traitors burn
Within doctrines of the former realms Secular atonements when you cannot reap Our distorted narratives no longer at the helm Parched souls shudder when you cannot sleep
Notebooks wrapped in twine, lubricating my dreams Thinly veiled entitlements, rushing to meet the golden hour Misplaced refugees; tugging on our heart seams Stomp on rose colored lenses/before the vine turns sour
Standing tall amidst populism, still reading banned books Rejecting capitalism before you win a shopping spree Your enemy’s dilemma might be worth a look While upholding the realization of love’s prophesy
Embracing goblets of celebratory wine & errant notes Time to return to glory; fire dance upon wooden boats
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.
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
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