Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

Hanging with beach bums & bashful babesSwimming in the surf on late Spring daysColorful flavors poured gently over iceSkin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sandThough she revealed herself to be a SirenCoaxing & teasing me with her demure allureWhispering that I might be aContinue reading “Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes”

Just A Guy With A Pen

I’m not an artist, just a guy with a penUpon a lonely night, I started to writeI jotted down some rhymes for meTeen angst channeled into the lightI’ve never looked back to thinkI just keep writing over the decadesI don’t edit my feelings nor judge youPurely an attempt for the soul not to fade

My Whole Life On Scraps Of Paper

My whole life on scraps of paperMy soul jotted down on the pagePlot lines between scribblesCharacter development as we ageEverything that I am, right herePushing to further keep my mind trainedMy heart’s secret smudgedWithin these lines my identity is contained