I’ll allow you space to grow older gracefully You are free to live however feels just right I’m not one to interfere nor infringe Just remember me before you blow out the lights
Let us not count, pluck nor dye the grey hairs I’m going to love you long after life permits Our souls commingling in the afterlife With all that said, I’ll still think you have great tits
Riding out these rough seas
Trying to shield our shipwrecked daughters
Storms moving in on us rather quickly
Feeling Hell’s heat & it’s only getting hotter
From port to port, not knowing where to go
Remaining free & clear is the only way to live
Every day out on this cleansing ocean
I pray to the Lord, in the chance He might forgive
I’m not a joiner
I’m deliberately choosing not to join your group
Breaking free of these inconsistencies
Past sins & missteps on an endless loop
I inherently distrust any gathering of people
Seeing we’re doomed to live out the follies of youth
We lost our way & never came back
Now spurned forward by the allure of truth
In defense of the outcasts & weirdos
Those strange fellows who demand to be free
Exposing thought & sincerity to open air
To live one’s own life & forever reject conformity
Counting oneself amongst the abnormal
Involuntarily immersed in thought & deed
The action of creating poetic existence
For some days, that might be all we need
I can still make mature women blush Knowing the proper placement of words Using my tongue to enunciate firmly The rhythm of recitement, she slowly purred
The fertile experience of rapturous joy Pause a moment, so she won’t catch her death Letting her pulse settle to reasonable levels Returning to the living, joy in each & every breath
The bold blonde with big, bouncy curls Much-maligned missionary souls Falling in love was always my fatal flaw Especially once I’ve relinquished control
Just leave me to my own amusements
I’m not looking to bother nor interfere
Allow me to remain spectacularly awkward
I still have no idea what I’m doing here
Permit me to live this adventurous life
In spite of love being impossible to arrange
I’m still seeking peace for this peculiar soul
& a hope I can remain delightfully strange
She’s not hurting anyone What’s your inherent need to control Let her be to live her life free Treating her like there’s no sovereign soul
She’s young, trying to have fun Release her from your archaic notions You fear unbridled joy & autonomy Unable to handle her natural range of emotion
Time to hand the world over to the youth No need to continue your attempts to entrance We had our time & we failed miserably With their fresh blood, we might have a chance
Don’t forget to repeat our truth in unison Stand up straight with proper military bearing Forget your conscience; such things are done Keep on moving toward the triumph of the daring
Unfurl the banners so that we might recite Let the people know what we’re fighting for Light the fires, so the boys may march by night Let them live out their dreams in the glories of war
Remain focused- don’t live within your heads For the battle is real, so is the carnage by the blade You need to stay loyal or your sons will wind up dead Listen to the drums, forget the thoughts we’ve forbade
This existence is painful, but hell will be hotter Don’t return with blood soaked memories to spurn Live up to the fullest; embrace the full-bodied slaughter Raise your swords to the sky & let the traitors burn
Surrounding myself with ancient friends Wisdom & experiences laid upon my shelf Bare for all to quietly consume Providing a chance for a better version of self
Absorbing past lives without pause Silhouettes of women from long ago Angst from existential rights in time Visions of dreams I wish to forgo
These books are mere placeholders For the contents of my heart upon hardwood Gentle reminders of our former intellect & the hope we might return to being good
“Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor… Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting.”
–Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta
There’s magic in knowing the soul you cannot live without Is more precious than anything in front of you The inability to cease from a scream or shout
The seas have parted Allowing visions to reach us within earshot You can only see the beauty of a cherished soul Neither are we perfect, but we’re all we’ve got
Translucence when we slumber Taken away to the shores of our dreams The impossible comfort of paradise Allowing for beliefs to be more than they seem


Waking early before the morning
Monitoring the world, as I sip my achromatic brew
The front window, my porthole to beyond
From this security, I decipher what is true
I try to formulate tangible creations
Converting inspiration into mere words
Observations from my suburban perch
Sharing stories with Poe’s bleak-hued bird
Writing down the secrets she might share
Enlivening my dreams on this quiet block
Churning thoughts into hopeful spools
In which might allow my mind to dynamically unlock
So you think you want to be wild But you’ve never left the city gates Living within such structure Organizing a lush, manicured fate
Pushing forth the semblance of influence Yet, outwardly needing to create a scene Dreaming of an adventurous existence & what breaking free could possibly mean
Thoughts of another calendar year The hopes & dreams you wish to achieve Dropping needless burdens – disappear Regrouping; returning to what you believe How do we move forward toward our goal To be resolute & live to be heart-whole *** Authentically alive with a smile & a pure soul
But the simple fact is grace is unearned We live our lives as if we’re undeterred Ignorant to sin & repercussions thereafter Yet hoping for the winds to remain unstirred
Truth & love are bound to our dreams The inconvenient reality of the harsh pain of day Trudging through our irksome tasks Bright light stuns us into a stuttering delay
Fall to your knees in complete repentance Submit your soul to the warmth of His sunshine Release the burden of mortal expectation Forever embrace the perfect love of the Divine
Paddling around the remotest parts Looking for hope where there’s no merriment Our souls evaporating in the open air Put through this vise of a social experiment Living out here minus the love & support There’s only so much a man can endure Mother Nature whirling up the darkest storms Blowing away my dreams I’m terribly sure
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
Thankful for a little spit of dry land Feeling a bit wobbly & out of sorts Having a nice cold one under a palm Time to recharge my batteries in this port Soon enough, we’ll be back floating Feeling the Earth’s rotation upon this burn Long days of sweat & toiling work Wearing my body out before I return
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
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
We have to figure out a better way
Or we’ll all be taken under by institutionalized shame
I don’t want to live in a world propelled by evil
I believe this hateful environment is only getting hotter
Can we not treat our neighbors as equals
What kind of world are we leaving for our daughters?
I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake
Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth
I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling
A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth
Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse
To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed
To seek out joy & embrace hope where it lives
A stroll in pure sunshine; to be regeneratively bathed
No longer shall I listen to competing voices
I’m going to soak up compassion until I’m through
Outside of the distractions, I’ll grow softer
Finding contentment admits love’s eternal residue
I’m sitting here morose Reading pages & thumbing my nose Bored by the status quo Breaking off from the path we chose I’m searching for a worthy woman To take by the waist & forever dance Who desires to explore love & live by the seat of her underpants
But the machine will keep on rolling
Until we end the tolerance of systematic lies
This is the only chance we have here
Life is not lived if it ends in a tempered sigh
There’s no need to get bogged down By the regime or other Negative Nancy Our world is tough enough these days Our lives aren’t here to stroke some evil fancy
Longboarding in a sundress
Unusual, yes, but don’t complain
She’s free within her soul
A spiritual moment in the rain
Do not hinder
Those who are not afraid
Let them live as they please
For you motivate when you forbade
We’re trying to stretch out & live Embracing the crispness of the blue sky Let the sun wash over us once more Let us live without any more reasons to cry
Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch
Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seem It gets a little messy outside our dreams But newly rise in the early morning hours Sex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a shower Time to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream
Stop telling me How to live my life Your organic kale yoga Won’t end this strife I’m 3 dimensional Not an internet meme panda Your trendy solutions Are merely hipster propaganda
*This is an older poem. It has nothing to do with the image, but clearly an excuse to display one of my favorite memes. Please don’t twist my words or meaning. We should all be trying to eradicate hatred in the world through love each and every day.