It is not a sin, no matter what they say For love triumph over all — beyond how we explain For truth is greater than words Thus loyalty & devotion shall forever remain
I’m not worried what the preacher says For he doesn’t understand our match Too ancient to grasp our harmonization He has his own itch he can’t scratch
All that matters is how we feel inside True love is not a notion they can reject Our bodies & souls eternally intertwined Upon a higher calling our passion connects
Running my fingers upon the smooth surface Keeping them always against the grain I know my way through the Redwoods They’re my protection against the dark stains
Born in the high desert among the cacti Faint echoes from mission bells of yore Great things come from fools with faith Misguided souls remain thirsty for more
Stubborn & obstinate as hardwood Needing my love to keep from being truculent Even though our touch doesn’t always soften conditions Nevertheless, she is still my favorite succulent
Oh, where does our journey end Or begin, as it so often might seem Futile attempts to erase the past The unknown details of our dreams
The open road panders to a false escape The mere opportunity to rewrite a sojourn Jesus perambulating with Uncle Walt Debating the path; perchance to learn
Shaky prospects in apportioned time Manifest destiny teases Ginsburg & Kerouac Further roads leading to ornate wisdom & we keep it concealed out in the back
Thoreau mocking society with his solitude Knowing alone is the greatest we could ever be Thoughts come to us in gentle waves That perhaps our visions should become the sea
A reinterpretation of westward expansion Route 66 cross-contaminating Highway 61 All roads have never led us home Emily tempting Death with her life left undone
The growing wisdom of our consumed space Emerson’s penning pre-revolutionary blues Introducing our souls to unrefined grace The Good Lord providing Her unfiltered muse
Feeble humanity; lost across the tracks Original sin that we’ve taken on the chin Sifting thought; we might be welcomed again But knock off the Devil’s dust before you come in
I wish to whisper elegant tales
They’ll allow you to follow me
Through the transfers of light
These are moments you’ll be free
I know you have never believed
In what I forever sought & dreamed
We could have been truly great
You always wanted better it seemed
Trembling coins in my pocket A disconnect in time; rapidly repulse Our words twisted soon after spoken Inferiority complex became our natural impulse
But we knew life could be far greater If we could only escape our own fates Get out of our own disturbed minds & embrace the love that patiently awaits
These broken & delayed dreams Electric toothbrushes that constantly hum A pocketful of change & girls with eyes so pretty it makes me dumb
I’m not one to make a great scene Yet I’m your average middle-aged guy Not counted among the mundane I couldn’t be normal, even if I tried
So we’re all stuck in this spinning limbo A world with mixed up priorities & hate I’m confused by all this wasted time One of these days the hourglass will cease to rotate
So, I’m probably going to be late for work For my beautiful woman resides in this bed I could be responsible & get there on time But I’m always going to choose to love instead
Watching the horizon Driving on Beach Blvd When you’re down here Life isn’t nearly as hard A steaming cup of coffee As the sunrise grows Today will be great But who really knows
Trying out stories in the morning Typing away on this ol’ machine Thinking of something different A genius the world’s never seen But I can’t think of anything great I guess I’ll get more coffee instead I hear a whistle from my lady I guess my love needs me back in bed
Feeling a great need to create
This is a crazy world today
When will we ever thrive when
We don’t remember what we say
Hidden slowly in your dreams
Reality hinders our solutions
Time tocks against us now
Feeling abstract absolution
These stories are figments of hope
Simple words from a mind of an everyday man
These theatrics of an unknown sort
Living through each day without scope or plan
Journey to the water’s edge to find a salve
To bathe our souls in God’s great sea
I’m not close to your idea of perfection
But I’m forgiven; a better concept to be
How to create an individuality Yet, contribute to society as a whole Without falling to the socialist ideal & abandoning your capitalistic soul I believe in the American experiment A dream that is & could be great In fact, I’ve sworn to defend it forever Duty, honor & a complicated fate
Higher expectations From your great admirers Nothing so common Reflecting upon the enquirer Knowing a grand entrance Stepping politely in this place Our mutual acquaintance Dropping your secret rimmed in lace
“The proof of love is in the works. Where love exists, it works great things. But when it ceases to act, it ceases to exist.”
–Pope St. Gregory the Great