Two Lost Souls, Like Beachcombers

Two lost souls, like beachcombersLooking for lost things; love & suchDistant memories of happinessThe feeling of being needed; a touchNestled within a Siren’s lullabyWe never could grasp our fateShrugging off the daily strugglesOur only choice is to circumnavigate

Gripping Lightly To The Banister

Gripping lightly to the banisterOur lives slipping away into the ether’s shadowGracefully stepping down each marble stepNever succumbing to their expectations of the afterglowHolding your head up high in dignityWear the fancy clothes; wear your favorite scentKnowing they’ll despise your happiness anywayRemaining this awesome was never an accident

Sitting Above The Town

Sitting above the town Talking low in the neon’s glow Discussing romance & bathtub gin We’re no experts, save what the shadows know Rejecting chemical imbalance theories Sunshine blocked out by the billboards Late afternoon excursions to avoid reality A gentle touch to escape the heinous hordes But the truth cannot be forever skirted SomeContinue reading “Sitting Above The Town”

Finding The Energy To Jump Up

  Finding the energy to jump upTo start the day in the sunshineCollecting smiles from fresh faces& always returning to the love that’s minePouring another coffee to revive my soulThe blacker the better; deeper than the seaKnowing secrets which youth will always denyThat happiness is real & it’s forever freeNonsense & miscalculations they always spewForContinue reading “Finding The Energy To Jump Up”

Please Don’t Question My Reality

Please don’t question my reality You’re pandering to a common goal I’m eradicating acute boredom Freeing another fractured soul Redefining fantasy on a personal level The subtle witness under the veil Finding happiness outside expectation Wishing our dreams weren’t so frail

The Wind Howling At Midnight

  The wind howling at midnightBroken windows – open to the outside airExposed to the communal by-passerHer soul had fallen into disrepairFatigue & listless emotions manifestingImmune to careless complimentsTime to pause & regroup her focusHappiness born from common sense

Endless Hours

  Endless hours of love on café sidewalks The world was beautiful & we were free We were together; we were holding hands & we were as happy as we could be But then we were separated & deprived The days are not so lovely & bright I shall never let them get the betterContinue reading “Endless Hours”