Another Rainy Afternoon

Another rainy afternoonI’m just your normal kinda dudeYet, I’m feelin’ rather confinedFor, it’s too cold to do my chores                                  in the nude But I’ll persevere anywaySometimes dedication is all we can holdA robust attitude to lead usLife is more

Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress

Wading through seawater in your dressClinging to your delicious curvesExposing the universe to meStanding at attention; all my nerves You’re the anomaly of this worldVirtue & flexibility of our seamsWrap your legs around my mindAllow me the most sensuous dreams Never to rejoin this delinquent societyLet me lead you with hands on your hipsTo paradise

For Whom The Bell Jar Tolls

For whom the Bell Jar tollsChasing demons down the dark hallScratching an itch until it bleedsBeyond a fantasy that wasn’t there at all Never letting the imposter take holdGrowing larger in our own impressionSizing up unquestioned confidenceSurviving in spite of a soul’s transgression

Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis

Trying to overcome an existential crisisHarking back to those foundational yearsEmerging out of my own wounded shadowStriving headlong into those ancient fearsTransitionally limping along these daysBut my injuries aren’t those to be seenNor the stretch marks upon my soulYearning for the notion of becoming cleanThroughout it all, forever fond of the BlondeWoman, hold me close

Oh, How I Want To Be Your Loofah

Oh, how I want to be your loofahI want to get into your nooks & cranniesI’m gonna love you forever, WomanC’mere, let me grab ahold of that fanny

The Cool Breeze

The cool breeze under your dressHiking the hem well past your kneesHoping for the glories held withinKnowing you’ll tease me any way you please

Our Dreams Hold Us Hostage

Our dreams hold us hostageChained to our high idealsLost to our intemperate youthThe past reaches out & stealsTime lost to us; never againWhat’s forgotten can’t be regainedOur lives are our creationFigments we’ll never fully explain

It’s A Special Moment

It’s a special moment When I can hold you near Taking your hands in mine Comforting you from fear I can only give you me I hope that’ll be your desire My soul listening to yours Dancing until love transpires

Looking Past Clear Stars

Looking past clear starsEach universe has a split seamStretch your fingers wideLeave behind your American DreamBe easy & think yourself freeOur minds hold us back in chainsSilently slip through the holeNever following you with their pains

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

Life Should Have More Dancing

Life should have more dancing More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off her

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 Writing

You’re Holding Expectations

You’re holding expectationsNeeding me to be a better guyWishing I was more successfulHating my truth; you’d prefer a lieSo I wander within my own skinTo become what you want in a manEach day, I’m ever more the pirateSoon, they’re be no more Peter Pan

Bobbe Sommer

  “Having a low opinion of yourself is not ‘modesty.’ It’s self-destruction. Holding your uniqueness in high regard is not ‘egotism.’ It’s a necessary precondition to happiness and success.” ― Bobbe Sommer

Streamlined.

  Streamlined Stripping away excess fluff Gingerly stepping The water’s never hot enough Holding you tight Of your red lips, I’ll drink deep Whispering my intensions Loving you until we fall asleep     Image by nahid hatamiz from Pixabay

The Sea Villanelle

  A love that’s only known to me Weigh anchor – Sail with the tide When I’m off exploring the sea A lass that’s sassy & steadily free Couldn’t forget her, Lord knows I tried A love that’s only known to me When the winds cry like a Banshee The ocean will be my endless

I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper

I have stacks of unused paper Like the untouched dreams in my head We all have the forks in our roads But often take the easier path instead So many distractions in my way To give in to them would leave me mundane I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence I’d much rather push