Sliced limes from a rusty-handled dagger Placing erratic value on worn objects Mundane property holders for our words Soaking quietly into the meaning of the text
The sun still feels warm even at this hour Tangible heaviness keeps the mind sane We survived; regardless your thoughts on America Tomorrow we return to fight, so others may remain
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 shoulders
I wish to caress her by candlelight Looking into my eyes, asking for more Whispering all the things she wants Dancing close until our bodies are sore
Lost in the silhouette of a shadow
Emerging as the heat begins to recede
We cannot know what the day holds
Only the way our imagination feeds
Getting outside while the city still sleeps
Early, but I need to get air into these lungs
Darkness illuminates my quiet solitude
Exposing the songs we need to be sung
I feel lost & ineffectual most days
But I haven’t given up living yet
Stretching this old body once more
Finding answers once I’ve sweat
Trying to overcome an existential crisis Harking back to those foundational years Emerging out of my own wounded shadow Striving headlong into those ancient fears
Transitionally limping along these days But my injuries aren’t those to be seen Nor the stretch marks upon my soul Yearning for the notion of becoming clean
Throughout it all, forever fond of the Blonde Woman, hold me close to your breast Tell me this life is going to be all right That together, entangled; we’ll always be blessed
I’m being teased by the soft pink
Visions held by my fragile mind
Beauty only holds a certain firm
Your words delve until I find
I am strong enough to last
Though you tighten the noose
You know the subtle power
Let us declare a proper truce
You don’t see me when you look my way Like a ghost – I just don’t seem to appear Faded into the background of life Unable to compete with all you hold dear
My kind smile & open arms aren’t a reality Merely static in your fashion-conscious day I’m over here trying to catch your eye Yet my shadow is not even in your way
What more can I do to attract you
The uncool of America Not enough flash Eagerly & quietly industrious But we’re still short on cash
You’re out here ridin’ high on your horse I’m down here with my heart broken You’re clearly oblivious to my existence I wonder if you’ll ever be woken
The world can only hold so many poets
Woefully claiming Bukowski as their inspiration
Worshiping a habitual womanizer & drunk
Answering questions with little to no imagination
I’m doing my best to fill up the lines & empty spaces
With these ink splotches spreading upon the page
Distinct notions of what I believe to be right
But I’m only displaying the curmudgeon side of my age
Shove off from those heroes & clip art stick figures
We need fresh voices with an authentic feel
No more grave-robbing stale words & artifacts
We need to release the future & embrace what’s real
Still sleeping on the edge Your side is far too cold The house feels empty Without you here to hold Never washed your lipstick Off the wine glass at the table I can’t lose everything I have Missing you makes me unstable
My fetish is powerful women Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no? When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean
I’m standing under swaying palms Holding a delicious boat drink I especially like the little umbrella Time away from life – don’t have to think
Smelling like lotion, salt & a sunburn My soul has truly needed this rest But without you here by my side My heart is still a million miles from Key West
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 the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you
“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
There’s so much talk of being wild
Like there’s a constant harness holding us back
But its just an illusion for others to see
You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack
These false pretenses are keeping you low
Images of a manicured life on your social media feed
Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions
When these aren’t the actions a happy life really needs
It’s difficult to perceive any truth as you focus the camera
The projection of crazy as you manipulate your reputation
Here’s a secret, the honest people don’t really care &
The real wild ones don’t bother with perfect punctuation
Wading through seawater in your dress Clinging to your delicious curves Exposing the universe to me Standing at attention; all my nerves
You’re the anomaly of this world Virtue & flexibility of our seams Wrap your legs around my mind Allow me the most sensuous dreams
Never to rejoin this delinquent society Let me lead you with hands on your hips To paradise removed from their hate With nothing but flirtation on your lips
Gimme sass with a shake of that ass Raising toasts to love in a crystal chalice Our passion overflows conventional wisdom Since I’m directed by the sapience of my phallus
I promise to hold you close all our days & to occasionally provide your kind of cuddle But I’ll always do that thing you like so well The one that never fails to leave you in a puddle
For whom the Bell Jar tolls Chasing demons down the dark hall Scratching an itch until it bleeds Beyond a fantasy that wasn’t there at all
Never letting the imposter take hold Growing larger in our own impression Sizing up unquestioned confidence Surviving in spite of a soul’s transgression
Our dreams hold us hostage Chained to our high ideals Lost to our intemperate youth The past reaches out & steals Time lost to us; never again What’s forgotten can’t be regained Our lives are our creation Figments we’ll never fully explain
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 Each universe has a split seam Stretch your fingers wide Leave behind your American Dream Be easy & think yourself free Our minds hold us back in chains Silently slip through the hole Never following you with their pains
Gripping lightly to the banister Our lives slipping away into the ether’s shadow Gracefully stepping down each marble step Never succumbing to their expectations of the afterglow Holding your head up high in dignity Wear the fancy clothes; wear your favorite scent Knowing they’ll despise your happiness anyway Remaining this awesome was never an accident
You’re holding expectations Needing me to be a better guy Wishing I was more successful Hating my truth; you’d prefer a lie So I wander within my own skin To become what you want in a man Each day, I’m ever more the pirate Soon, they’re be no more Peter Pan