Unfettered and Unlined

Unfettered and unlinedDrinking coffee deep into the nightUnfiltered; seeing life as it truly isFeeling raw, returning to my machine to write I’m pulling the strings, creating fictional talesA life breathing under these mechanical keysSlowly coming to the surfaceA birth in words, triumph in moment’s like these

Perhaps I’m A Bit More Prudish

Perhaps I’m a bit more prudishThan I ever expected myself to beShying away from their exhibitionsFolding my soul back into propriety Maybe I’m not as cool as you thoughtI’m more of a meandering old fellowWriting out lines of cautious fantasyWhereas reality reveals itself to be rather mellow

The Government Wants To Lock Me Up

The government wants to lock me up For I don’t fit into their diabolic plan Turning society into robotic morons I just can’t continue to work for The Man Trying to sell us artificial stimulants Fickle airwaves that their bully pulpit bought Falsified histories & professional victims The system wipes us away without any thoughtContinue reading “The Government Wants To Lock Me Up”

Sitting In Front Of The Vanity

Sitting in front of the vanityDeciphering all your beauty marksYou see lines, wrinkles & blemishesI see my very own Domestic Monarch You’ll never see what my soul knowsBut, I know how lucky I am to have this viewI’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherishI’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you

Junky Little Notes

Junky little notesThrowaway lines on the postmodern stageCultural fragmentation in empty streetsTruth whittled away on an evaporating pageThe disillusionment of an appropriated lifeWhile the world’s on fire; downright ablazeThe American Dream sold off to the lowest bidderFeeling dissociative in these recent raucous daysOur dishonest & unaccountable governmentAre trying to sell you their uninspired visionTrying toContinue reading “Junky Little Notes”

Those Matchbox Fantasies

Those matchbox fantasiesGunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dotsShe placed a stiletto on her wooden legCharacter assassination plots go all for naughtUnassuming by way of distractionShe’s hiding a switchblade under that dressShe’s dangerous down to her coreA beautiful woman – you don’t want to messBeware of their corrosive accoladesThere’s no exoneration in the lineContinue reading “Those Matchbox Fantasies”

Maybe Those Were The Days

   Maybe those were the daysI wasn’t so perfect, structured or neatRebelling against all humanityCouldn’t tell the difference in defeatA crooked line to followA wrinkled brow upon the figureheadOur dreams fractured when appliedLost within reality’s pragmatism instead

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

I’m Tired Of All The Mouthpieces & Talking Heads

  I’m tired of all the mouthpieces & talking heads I don’t trust anything on the network news Congress & corporations are intertwined Aimed at denying our dreams if they could choose But I’m not going to buy into their systems I’m not going to line up for them to call me by name WeContinue reading “I’m Tired Of All The Mouthpieces & Talking Heads”

Teetering On The Perilous Line

Teetering on the perilous line The internet reflecting our shame Depending on exterior approvals Our doubts are surely to blame Where do we find some confidence The ability to recharge our cheer I know I always feel much better When the bride of my heart is near