Her Scent

  My sweatshirt still lingers with her scentPondering what all the flirting meantRemembering the clouds glowing from the lightsSitting on the hood, enjoying her company that nightI can still see her –  with her long blonde hairShe looked so beautiful standing out there

I Won’t Judge You

I won’t judge you for your past I don’t care how your body looks Inward – we all contain equal souls We can all absorb the beauty of books Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats Great words are forever here to stay It is solely up to you To

One Must Be A Seeker

One must be a seekerTo discover unique truth amongst the thornsHead down, hiding that grime I feel insideI’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn Trying to eek out a stable existenceWith all these storms heading my wayBut you have to want to be something moreNever content at the beginning of the day We’re bordering on

Sailing Out On The Good Ship

Sailing out on the good shipPrevailing winds ensuring a clear pathForegoing the unexplained existenceForging headlong into nature’s wrathArctic waters surrounding our viewDiligent sailors crewing this steel boatPerpetually longing for a illusive homeBut buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat

Ducking My Head Between The Pages

Ducking my head between the pagesThis mounting pile – high on my deskPicture postcard from the far goneLost her to traveling’ roadside burlesque Hiding my mind between the sheetsBut my coffee had long grown coldWritings spilled slightly on the saucerLoneliness steeped until its forever bold

Reading Dog Eared Love Letters

Reading dog eared love lettersSmelling of her French perfumeLonging to be with her againClinging to memories, I consumeThe candlelight quietly fadingThe only sound is my pen’s scratchScribbling missives & shantiesAcknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch

I Want To Know The Secrets

I want to know the secretsThe ones you have buried deep withinI want you to whisper your loveKiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin Running away from sunsets & goodbyesFeeling the lead of stained windowpanesThese houses don’t hold strained memoriesWashed away in the softening of Winter’s rain I’m freely exposed in these dimmer

Saddle Up To The Counter

Saddle up to the counter Anxiety requiring a shot or two Feeling warmth of liquid bliss Slowly beginning to feel like you Tension of these recent events But knowing he’s always on your side Methodically flirting for good measure You’re aglow; his fair-haired bride Hand in hand to go dance in the rain Never letting

No Matter How Bad The Day Is

No matter how bad the day isI’m always going to be here for youThe world will seek to destroy& They’re going to want to kill me tooAs long as we stand togetherWe’ll repel horrors too evil to describeOur love linked arm in armDrowning out their heinous diatribe

Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies

I’ve Been Thinking About You

I’ve been thinking about you Draped in straps & buckles that push Silks, lace & any cloth at all Stretching thin across your tush The day has been long & tiring & your love is exactly what I need Let my eyes devour every curve No promise to be gentle in my greed

Sometimes I Don’t Want To Love You

Sometimes I don’t want to love youBut I know there’s no real choiceMy heart longs for your touchYour kisses give my soul a voiceSometimes you don’t make it easyBut we always make it throughThis world is a beautiful placeMuch better since I share it with you

Let Me Borrow A Glass Of Your Mom’s Wine

Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wineI get thirsty in these evening hoursNoticing silhouettes moving in the kitchenBefore too long I might need a quick showerThis humidity is slowly trying to roast meI’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleevesHer beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consentI’m merely appreciating that in which I believe

Perfect Tags & Titles

Perfect tags & titlesSimple little namesFitting nicely into a boxYou should be ashamedHow long did we fightFor the people to be freeYou fold under pressureNot the way it’s supposed to be

We Kept Dancing

We kept dancing Long after the record stopped spinning On the verge of your dreams The fire’s low; the air is thinning What happens tomorrow  & long after we’ve awoken Will these dreams ever return Will this spell be forever broken

Choosing Certain Words

   Choosing certain words With connotations to stir The hearts of the audience Cocked crow with pubic fur Sitting uncomfortably – like whaa? Where the hell is he going with this Delusional in this rehabilitating fatigue Longing for the peace that I miss

A Cup Of Coffee Sounds Mighty Nice

A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice Talking away hours in the sun Warmth after this long cold winter Experiences overall count as one Coming times to start all over No need to hesitate or soften your walk Forced feelings fall a little short Take time & measure when you talk A friend is a

A Palpable Desire

A palpable desire Feeling it from deep within Drowning my anxiety Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin Supposed to be a functioning adult But I say bollocks to all that noise It wasn’t all that long ago, still Running the streets with the boys Though I dress better now The soul leaking through the cracks