Discovering the nun on the radio Still bleeding, but only in black ink Desert highways from a distant youth Debated truths & now fallen out of sync
Wiping fingerprints from the Dial Our subscription long ago expired Shifting hemlines & the fate of love Reception’s attenuated; must’ve crossed wires
Haven’t seen a service station in hours Sweating profusely with not a cloud in the sky She presses the accelerator & coyly winks I’m dizzy & both our throats are terribly dry
Y’all, we have soccer moms trying to ban books
Wishing to shield things they don’t want you to know
But revolutions & thoughts just won’t burn
Intellect cannot be stopped, you merely make them slow
These fundamentalists get hot under the collar
When they see repression, they begrudgingly swoon
A weird fetish to extinguish ideas & desire
Appalled by anyone thinking of Love before noon
The censorious are coming for your hearts & minds
Seething with hate for anything silently inappropriate
Your Book declares thou with sin cannot cast thy stone
Minor scandals not so obscure when karma retaliates
Being fallacious isn’t as grand as it sounds
Yet, ya’ll out here in the streets committing slander
I refuse to pander to your anger & delusions
You’re just waiting to be shut in, unloved; smelling of dander
Do you ever find yourself lost within your misguided intent
I realize you’re genuinely hoping to shield the youth
But they don’t need your unfounded reservations
Nor do they respect your faulty judgement in hiding the truth
Please, cease & desist with your moral hubris
You’re foolish, stop before you fulfill the prophesies of 1984
You’re Orwellian without the perfect irony
But, you’re not ready to deal with the weight of evermore
Bradbury warned us about erroneous application of law
I can see we won’t keep our rights without a fight
Justice leading us into a deprivation of choice
You need to remember Jesus hung with ladies of the night
Within your imprudent latching, you’ve been misled
Matters not if you have delicate sensibilities, the Piper will get paid
I believe you to be rash, but I’m no one of any consequence
I may be deluded, but I believe you gotta get properly laid
Events like Watergate come & go Revealing to the public our national shame We no longer trust the government Any effort to deceive us is just plain lame
Our capitalistic masters heading for disaster These pathetically absurd Creating content for the algorithm But they don’t care about our words
Dr. Strangeglove is plotting The folly of the Pentagon staff Making old ladies weep When only evil men can still laugh
Time keeps ticking, even when we hurt Old white men will begin to campaign Dropping promises like forgotten love notes The people cast aside once they pop champagne
You ask me frivolous questions Who shall I vote for I don’t know who cares But, I’m rooting for no one in 2024
My wineglass perched on your ass After the night we spent tonguing in cursive Stagnant & installed as my petrified goddess Wishing modern love was more immersive
Making memories of stained glass Naked with our flesh intertwined Fresh thoughts I need to write down Either way, I know you’re forever mine
I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it
This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight
Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other
If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night
Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system
I don’t care if kindness long ago went out of fashion
Don’t accept your options, make your own way
We need return to art, return to love & compassion
‘They’ are anyone who’ll tell you we can’t survive
Without stooping down to unconscionable degrees
Rebel, refuse & reclaim enlightenment & love
Lead ourselves away from their dysfunctional societies
God reserves a place in Hell for those who spout hate
Whether you believe in Christ or what Buddha taught
Love doesn’t see the differences between us
We can do better; a peaceful way must be sought
Politicians are no more than door to door salesmen
Fraudulent purveyors of the American dreamscape
But we, the silent underground, emerging each day
Fed up with their vision, proof that heroes don’t wear capes
I just want to dance in the living room Twirling you in your thrift store dress I want to ignore the impending doom Taking you in my arms always relieves stress
Together, forever united, we cannot fail Though you might roll your eyes & scoff When I tell you my pants are also on sale For soon they too will be half off
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Waking up with a distracted mind Aftershocks from a week on the grind Trying to find value before the end of life’s lease Notes on the venerable self & a lyrical muse to find
Walking up the cold steps of Old Main A place to encounter books out of the rain An affinity for the ones with the creases A shared notion of binding pain
Wondering what fresh barriers to get through But, I’m not here to explain anything to you I’m here to love you as we search for peace That our story & passion continue their rendezvous
You don’t want to admit That you possibly have some feels The epic curve of your bosom Heaving with a thought that I’ll steal
Your subtle plaid skirt laid out nicely Legs tucked behind your shapely derriere Forever might be nice if you accept Together we meld into a love extraordinaire
Who are you when you aren’t the woman of my dreams? Slight hesitation in the shimmer of your cocktail dress Writing poetry when we should be making love In a world of tragedy, how’d I become this blessed?
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
You might find me boorish A buffoon with sensibilities from another age An undereducated hack with perverse interests Jotting down any ol’ thought on the page
I can be oblivious, sullen & exhausting Rarely the life of the party, it’s true You might find me infuriating But I assure you, my wife does too
I know you no longer read my words But I’m still sending notes into the air A simple handwritten melody of love May they float away & one day you’ll be there
Feeding page after page into the typewriter I feel like a Saint from a forgotten realm They could really write back then Keeping an even keel with one hand on the helm
I’m not the pirate you bargained for Simple words of varying degrees I write of the love you’ve desired But when I only smile, you call me a tease
The infinity of love The entirety of a single breath Odd footnotes to a shapely evening After kissing the feet of Sister MaryBeth The important ones are those you forgot Distant notes too unbelievable to remember But there’s a gravity to these infatuations Still wearing Fair Isle, though it no longer December Our dreams aren’t always tangible by birth Effort & perseverance required, but you can’t relate You won’t know it, but it’s worth the heartache We’re doomed to live our days as humans & it’s called fate
Delayed motion of her hand Lost in thought; unable to translate The slippery notion of time Within the energy of a tangible fate
Let us remain discrete in our words She tries to focus as I obnoxiously flirt Concentrating on writing proper forms Caught her unaware as I reached up her skirt
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
I may be an eccentric lover Quirks, kinks & otherwise secrets of sensual scale The deliberate & passionate engagement Though a mere man; my love will never fail
Standing wobbly-legged
Spread stance, with a mock salute
Whispering; describing her desires
Soon, I hope she won’t be so mute
Passion of an fantastical nature
Possibly seeming like it’s unreal
Motioning me to come forth
Promises of a love I can feel
Building to a palpable potency
A tangible form of bemused intrigue
Charmed to dizzying arousal
Winding to a whirlwind fatigue
With which note to thoroughly enchant
Steps so sure that time cannot lapse
A smirk; mouthing words to erupt
But knowing I’ll finally leave her unclasped
Sitting here dissenting all forms of gov’t Looking for answers in these coffee grounds Uncovering more & more hatred, with less hope These political ovations do nothing but compound
Society has gone astray, Jesus take the wheel We’re all being watched by a perched black bird Incoherent shrieks & mumbles of “Nevermore” Universities stacked with all the quotes they misheard
Where are the heroes to protect democracy of the republic In the wake of fraudulent saints & a presidential pretender We must devise a prophecy to overtake our future Lady Liberty’s hem is ablaze; with no elder statesmen to defend her
We’re led by fools, fractures & frauds Finding ourselves at crossroads armed like Checkpoint Charlie History won’t be kind to the weak or evil all the same Needing a guardian like Justice Ginsburg on a Harley
I’m raising a small army of Lost Girls Feminist soldiers marching – in all but the name Seeking love, peace & equality for all the people Hindering harmony will leave you squarely to blame
We all have our differing loyalties But truth will prevail when time comes to an end Our trials will be but mere footnotes to antiquity Faceless angels guiding youth; they shall forever be a friend
Sheets & reams of the nonsensical Literary blood lost in the shadow of ink The lifeforce of a simmering soul Marginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sink
Leaving behind the caricature of an artist Contributions to society felt in these empty sheets Fingersmudges marking pages not so white Starkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streets
Traces of hereditary ideals eroding away Igniting pages shall still be a stilted sin Yet we rise again from our desert floor Eternally grateful our finite letters aren’t porcelain
Sitting above the town
Talking low in the neon’s glow
Discussing romance & bathtub gin
We’re no experts, save what the shadows know
Rejecting chemical imbalance theories
Sunshine blocked out by the billboards
Late afternoon excursions to avoid reality
A gentle touch to escape the heinous hordes
But the truth cannot be forever skirted
Some days you must wake & simply endure
But the beauty of life will shine on though
With a taste of happiness that’s always pure
I trace your lips with my finger Such pouty perfection in this face I want to devour you right here But in public is not the proper place So I whisper one word: “tonight” & let you think upon that all day You’ll stew & simmer & imagine How all this love will be conveyed
The magic of the Holidays still gets to me You’ll find me wiping my tears with a sleeve I’m not ashamed to outwardly proclaim it I still believe
These days I walk the streets with childlike innocence Searching for anything with the Christmas spirit But I find most of the world has become Scrooge A sad truth & many of you don’t wanna hear it
But I know we can be better than this All of us can always return back here To the love & magic of the Holidays Let me be the first to pour you a cup of cheer
This Pirate is an old wives’ tale Passed on by sorority sisters these days Mythical pleasure & infatuation – Fluttering love; let them count the ways
World renowned for his nautical exploits But it’s not true they were all naughty Legends told of a bad boy untrue, for That infamous passion belongs to only one hottie
We’ve been here before
But that shouldn’t assuage our fear
Experience doesn’t equal conformity
Is it a virtue we’re still here?
For the dregs are apocalyptic survivors
Fated to exist forever it seems
Is there anything to contribute
Through (within) a love we might be redeemed(?)
Where is my absurd little coffee this morn Claiming to be something or other I rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyes Never forget the dreams they try to smother My gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefully Our love burnt brightly into a passionate fire I stretch my legs & smile at a job well done She’ll slumber for a while, for she’s kind of tired
Those matchbox fantasies Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots She placed a stiletto on her wooden leg Character assassination plots go all for naught Unassuming by way of distraction She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress She’s dangerous down to her core A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess Beware of their corrosive accolades There’s no exoneration in the line of fire She’s insolent about your theoretical love In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire
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I love you, dear woman
You make this life worth living
You always know how to make me smile
You really care & are always giving
I’m proud to call you my wife
You’re beautiful with ample –
Damnit –
Don’t love me because I’m beautiful
Love me in spite of the darkness of my soul’s shade
I’m trying to outlast the setting sun
To still be relevant after your attention begins to fade
Writing sonnets for my beloved
But I cannot speak in pentameters
The lines & sentiment lost on my tongue
Erasing the stray marks upon the parameters
Mother Nature is exhausted
Discovering it’s time to hibernate
Humble beauty of the landscape
Folding into herself unto the infinite
Hearing the last strains of Autumn
But the air is still hot
Clinging to a customary belief
While we hide behind a fig leaf
But we all know leaves fall and rot
Let’s normalize matrons flashing I fancy the unexpected & a little brash She gets my eyes swirling & I’m lightheaded Fully transfixed; my heart’s going to crash
I can’t help but stare at her dancer’s legs My eyes keep placing them in second position The way they move without effort My pulse quickens; a love in transition
To the glee of an unsuspecting audience The mesmerized & enchanted crowd Now forever willing to do her bidding She winked at me & couldn’t be more proud
Calico woman came calling to me
Hushed words within a poised stance
Lingering, but pale stars falling
Returned with dislocated underpants
Thinning with ulterior motives
Never forgot her hocus-pocus
An underlying pain feeding through
Life left when love slips from focus
I like candles with the best of them Soothing music is always a good start Dim the lights for a softer mood That perfume always quickens my heart Take me in your arms tonight Whisper every detail of your plans Let me watch you move & sway Notice how much I love being your man
You have your notions of me Whether it’s my rugged good looks Or I’m a notorious scalawag Though, I’m neither a hero nor a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion Nor am I a wild west outlaw I choose to wear the eyepatch But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws
I write fast & love slow Without a care of what they say about me When you have faith You never have to wait & see
I quietly find my secrets within Descended from that beautiful literary brogue To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun I’ll be your host tonight, the swash-unbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style But you of good taste & renown class Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile
Broken umbrellas & sturdy desks Making no distinctions for the loss of time Sketching out all the possible plots Willful heartache remains the worst kind of crime
Put away your stencils & fountain pens These days call for someone to be original & bold Toss aside oaken casks of yesteryear’s notion This world isn’t ready for those who shattered their own mold
Tea cups & china dolls should stay by the wayside They won’t last long out here if they can’t put up a fight Early days already simmering, making my coffee feel cold Survivors must gather; let love be the fruit by which we write
Answers lurking in the shadows Though sometimes never found We may have loved & lost & our hearts forced underground There is always some eternal truth Traipsing back from your forgotten youth
Transactionally stealing poetry from her diary
Thinking pretty thoughts, my lady crooner
Shedding our shared idealized past
Ravishingly disheveled from another nooner
These things are seldom spoken aloud
Angels sing out; no longer so distant
Breached actions distorting our thoughts
Heartbroken; leaving you feeling resistant
I’m out here worshipping my secular goddess
Looking for quiet now & avoiding unsolicited advice
Passion not always akin to pleasure
Focused to ensure my kisses are nice & precise
Not to keep returning the subject to myself
But there are certain truths I must understand
I’m no one special, a mere footnote
A history to be written, though not as planned
Dreams & hopes that never came to be
A rakish poet nor grizzled old typesetter
Through the years & false daily realities
It is inexplicable the mundane became better
So I find myself with a specific freedom
To be able to move without any sort of cosmic retort
For I have faith in love, fate & ultimate grace
Allowed to live without any innate need to stop short
It’s a sparse paradise these days Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn
She’s still the poor pretty rich girl
Never could get off the same page
Repeat struggles to survive
Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage
Reality is an emotion detached from my soul You never needed everyone to love you Instilled confidence to merely exist Forethought is a luxury that might just be true
Transcripts of the past’s failures We’ve learned, but not out of society’s grip False starts & then some Rising, but we’re still not quite hip
Taking time to exist in faded dreams
The errant thoughts of a noble mind
Our hands smoothing the stray lines
The margins left blank & us unrefined
Ripped pages scribbled with defaulted hope
We try to emerge from the harrowing sea
But what more can we write about love
The caution of trying to speak of what might be
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
Two plus two does not equal five You’re subversive by remaining alive By thinking independently, you’re disputin’ A rouge in the night like the fellow Rasputin
You don’t have to pick a side with these villains Coming after the people with their fists clenched Instead choose love, honesty & compassion That will always be enough for a soul to be quenched
Sometimes I’m an awkward lover I try to slap your ass & pull your hair But I don’t always have confidence But I’m doing my very best down there But I can promise you one thing, dear I will love you and only you forevermore I may be a gentleman at public events But I’ll be your pirate behind locked doors
Evading their ongoing tragedies Forty summers spent down in the dirt Withstanding the weight of apocalypse Emerging; though slightly less overt
Blast furnace of the afternoon sun Dali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shores Pale riders within unabsorbed light Embracing purity through perception’s doors
The paint of our secret love notes But can only be read through the keyhole Shying away from all public renditions Her passionate words left imprinted on my soul
Good morning, Beautiful
I’ve brought some coffee to share
Bathe me in your deep caresses
Make me abandon my laissez faire
Intentions have never been pure
I exist in complicated ways
I believe in healthy love & lust
& setting fire to our communiques
Not much I could do
She was out of my league
Pretty sure she didn’t know
My soul filled with intrigue
Flashing my humble smile
Women don’t fall in love with wit
Transitioning my pride
In this world, I appear wholly unfit
I’ve bought you fancy dresses & heels Those diamonds – symbols I’ll always care I love to see pearls upon your décolletage But still – a smile is my favorite thing you wear
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
I can use all the proper words When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete
I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowly reveal My God woman! You have the loveliest rack!
Make sure you call her beautiful Don’t refer to her as merely ‘hot’ Don’t say tits or tatas Be respectful of all that she’s got
Be charming when you speak of your lady Be a gentleman; know how the game is played Don’t divulge any of her secrets When you shut your mouth; a better chance to get laid
I’m out here trying my best to contribute
But in the end, you drank me dry
Never thought this life would be a crapshoot
I said forever. It wasn’t meant to be a lie
Each day I feel your eyes searching for flaws
Things aren’t right, this is no way to live
Even with love, there’s a line we must draw
For now I’ve got nothing left to give
I’m too old to chase you
Regardless of beauty, understood
Taking a step back to see if you wish to continue
For I never want you to walk away for good
Times are tough- its not easy to love forever
I can’t guess how you feel or what it will take
But silence leads to a sharpened sever
I wish to stop this inevitable heartbreak
I’m not naive enough to think things shiny & new
But my pulse is weak; unsure what it can go through
We have different moments to emerge Life telling us uniqueness isn’t enough Parsed moments of steadfast tranquility Rendered improbable when mixed in the slough
But sunshine will eventually return We’ll rise up beyond the hindered clouds Proving to the world our love conquers Truth & evidence transcend once we get that loud
Resisting the urge to flatter
Never taking such a leap
Beauty the heart of the matter
Ignored in your idle chatter
Left feeling like a forgotten heap
Resisting the urge to flatter
The thoughts come, but soon scatter
Keeping me from peaceful sleep
Beauty the heart of the matter
Love served on a silver platter
A tarnished memory much too cheap
Resisting the urge to flatter
My soul simmered to splatter
But our dreams aren’t that deep
Beauty the heart of the matter
Your image makes me all a-patter
Never wanting to come off as a creep
Resisting the urge to flatter
Beauty the heart of the matter
Summer girls/winter women Refreshing my sullen mind Taste of joyous inspiration Love heightened upon rewind Basking in the light of sunshine Energized by glorious visions The heat dwells deep within Passion rising in absolute precision
Within doctrines of the former realms Secular atonements when you cannot reap Our distorted narratives no longer at the helm Parched souls shudder when you cannot sleep
Notebooks wrapped in twine, lubricating my dreams Thinly veiled entitlements, rushing to meet the golden hour Misplaced refugees; tugging on our heart seams Stomp on rose colored lenses/before the vine turns sour
Standing tall amidst populism, still reading banned books Rejecting capitalism before you win a shopping spree Your enemy’s dilemma might be worth a look While upholding the realization of love’s prophesy
Embracing goblets of celebratory wine & errant notes Time to return to glory; fire dance upon wooden boats
Get those hands out of your pockets
& love someone
Spread flirtatious innuendos so she’ll firmly understand
Whispers roll off my lips upon naked skin in the sun
& she knows this passion is worth all the misplaced sand
Hanging out a local’s joint Homegrown & authentically bonafide The rupture of a coming Summer Basking in the heights of a rising tide The heartbreak of loving a society girl Though it’s worse when you realize That lovely creature never lied
Finding the energy to jump up To start the day in the sunshine Collecting smiles from fresh faces & always returning to the love that’s mine
Pouring another coffee to revive my soul The blacker the better; deeper than the sea Knowing secrets which youth will always deny That happiness is real & it’s forever free
Nonsense & miscalculations they always spew For they see glitter & everything they never tried But experience will tell you simple is better & anything worth fighting for is kept on the inside
I know you don’t want to be looked upon
But I can’t help keeping your beauty in view
You feel self-conscious
Though I’m whole heartedly in love with you
Please do not hinder my sight
I want you to always be at my side
You’re the nearest thing to perfection
I’ll be devastated if you run off & hide
I’m trying to listen to your body Trying to feel my way to your heart I’m looking to recover my innocence That which I lost from the start
I’m decidedly envious of your hands For they always remain with you Forever within reach of your flesh When I must bow & bid thee adieu
I’m continuously jealous of your locket & the home it has been given to rest The natural glories akin to Heaven God alone could bestow such a treasured chest
Dancing in a moody cabaret Your hand in mine Wondering your thoughts Your soul I can’t define Clutching your hip Feeling your energy now Falling without remorse Unrestrained; anything you’ll allow
Love & heartbreak do little to assuage the guilt
Where we were sullen & hoping to save our souls
Marooned far past the realms of sanity
Peeling the plastered propaganda on Bikini Atoll
The impossibilities of transcribing the heart Finding the usual tricks do less than impress Flustered; tripping over language Like when you see Summer’s first sundress
Yet we still have to exist in nature Bodies moving slowly as the sun rises Love’s hibernation deliberately stretched The disguises that passion often emphasizes
Cautiously keeping patience in this heat As the mercury continuously expands Rushing to the shore to discover relief Risking the mirage & being burnt by the sand
On the shores of Ol’ Patagonia While the citizens did sleep Youthful fear of affection Yet into the woods, they silently creep
Don’t let on how you feel For you might get what you want The pain of admitting you care & perchance it might forever haunt
The burden of carrying embarrassment & possibly feeling regret this long Thy youth’s clear true love But hindsight tells me I was wrong
For I wasn’t brave enough to trust Too busy being incorrect by name Fear welling into my soul But I loved her all the same
It’s not fair to bring up old times Immaturity & self-reject are not a virtue I don’t deserve her thoughts nor sentiments In the end, never good enough for you
Still thinking of what might’ve been Or an excuse to freshly misbehave Angst & teenaged awkwardness Take a shot & take it all to my grave
“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
It is not a sin, no matter what they say For love triumph over all — beyond how we explain For truth is greater than words Thus loyalty & devotion shall forever remain
I’m not worried what the preacher says For he doesn’t understand our match Too ancient to grasp our harmonization He has his own itch he can’t scratch
All that matters is how we feel inside True love is not a notion they can reject Our bodies & souls eternally intertwined Upon a higher calling our passion connects
Crafting words & dilapidated feelings Withdrawing the essence of existence Distilling the meaning of love’s texture To stir my soul to our mutual subsistence
Perfection laid out on satin sheets
Beauty dripping away piece by piece
Every dream slipped right through
Life & loss masked by laughing creases
He said you were everything he desired
Burning deep in his soul, but you refused
Moving too fast to stop & notice him
Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused
The sun rises no matter who is pained
Recall broken hearts when you’re the cause
Plump out your pretty pink lips
In the quiet of night, please retract your claws
Calm thyself, you know your own heart
Time to realize you’re the fatal flaw
I’m not anywhere near perfect
Contrary to your fictitious notions
Examining me through a skewed lens
Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean
I’m not what you think you want
Flawed in all the wrong places
Underlining fragility & a fractured soul
But you’re still focused on the pretty faces
I can’t explain all the improper deviations
I’m not what you’ve wished you might discover
You’ve transcribed me into a possibility
But I’m already tethered to my perpetual lover
Don’t sacrifice your dreams
For what probably won’t ever be
Hold tight to your illusions
For only then can life set you free
The dispassionate sunshine emerges
Calling out my dulled & weary name
Feeling downtrodden so early in the morn
Slowly licked by the sun’s eternal flame
Stretching as I rise from my sheets
Needing reservoirs of coffee in times like this
Stark forms in prospective movement
Daylight meets love’s surefire kiss
Searching cavernous souls
Racking what I might believe
Splitting hairs of fragrant
Ideas wandering down my sleeve
But I’m not more righteous
Than the boys down on the beat
I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger
Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat
There’s quiet secret I might contain
Love & passion bubbling just beneath my skin
I think in poetry, but you desire a hero
Can’t compete with expectations; our mutual chagrin
Running my fingers upon the smooth surface Keeping them always against the grain I know my way through the Redwoods They’re my protection against the dark stains
Born in the high desert among the cacti Faint echoes from mission bells of yore Great things come from fools with faith Misguided souls remain thirsty for more
Stubborn & obstinate as hardwood Needing my love to keep from being truculent Even though our touch doesn’t always soften conditions Nevertheless, she is still my favorite succulent
Its been a long, hard ride To get where we’ve found Bumps & bruises are everywhere Keeping our souls on solid ground
There’s a small humility Hidden within the secrets of Spring rain Heartache never fully goes away But what made you take a Westbound train
There’s no escaping the pressures But by embracing love we’ll be able to cope Turn towards the hearts that beat for you Open your eyes, know there’s always a semblance of hope
Picking out tunes from a lost childhood
Icons from an isolated life; memories fleeting
Can’t keep track of my overblown tragedies
My own imagination responsible for these beatings
My past is a weight, tugging at my fragile soul
Written missives, but she flew off to Ontario
Shunning my offerings for a comprehensive life
I speak of love, but she merely turns up the stereo
I admit I’m not the John Wayne type I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight
I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe into which we’ll fully immerse
Knowing the bottom of the depths Untold theories where passion lies Encased all in a delicate French lace The truth that logic & gravity defies
Earthbound creatures can’t be understood It’s simply not in our fallible DNA Attempted in conversational tones But we’ve lost connection anyway
Trying to find a way back to the meaning Reason doesn’t apply to moments like this Disregard the pressures of our past That we might create our own sustainable bliss
Riding the cooler winds back east
Someday my simple dreams will prevail
Spent too many nights frozen & cold
Once again lost, I know he’s on my trail
Speak to me, for I’ll know if you tell the truth
Look at me, so I’ll know we’ll make it through
This soul damaged in these distant years
Wanting to be pure & return back to you
I need to shine down a path for your life
I want to be an example for you as you grow
May you always have shelter to weather a storm
I contain a perfect love you’ll come to know
You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to save me
A lifetime of joy just waiting for us to find
Adventures & endless discoveries ours to share
A new life, released from that which binds
*written many moons ago before the birth of my first child
I’m not feeling strong these days
With my soul in traction
Weakness seems to manifest itself
Sustaining a chain reaction
I’m not feeling invincible anymore
With my heart on the gallows block
Life can crush your spirit
While we’re busy serving the clock
I’m not feeling perfect, quite honestly
But I know there’s toughness somewhere
Upon a solid foundation I shall rise
With a firm grip on love & a fist in the air
Waking up, smelling of love Sore & stiff from our imaginations A late night of enlightened feelings Letting moans be our primal narration
Accompanied by jazzy tones & chilled wine Perfect decorations for our eternal passions By any means necessary to ensure That our mutual desire never goes our of fashion
Sitting at the windowsill Fingers stained by my ink Face red & tranquilly humbled Cold & tumbled; too frozen to think
The nights are dropping temps I’ll need to do everything to keep warm Though I’m unwrapping each layer Eagerly embracing your gracious form
Life is a fine chance to love you Trading kisses as I adjust your weary crown Telling stories of our younger days & the magic that happened in a little Arizona town
Carefully chosen sentence structures The love of words keeping you from the cold Bundled in that threadbare cardigan But you never allowed your spirit to be sold
The world wishes to destroy your soul & watch gleefully as you wither & cry But as long as you keep on writing You’ll learn that you can never really die
I can’t write with this cluttered mind Too many tabs pulling at my attention Structures of thought too often recede Failing me when I most need comprehension
I’m tired of dreaming of the love I want I’m tired of writing peace line by line Where do we find a comforting solace Lasting longer than the crystals of winter sunshine
Time to toss that hate on the Yule log ’tis love I wish to venerate Another year rapidly diminished No more sand to disseminate
It is time to let it all burn away Unburden ourselves of anything hollow No better than a dollar store chocolate Santa Time to honor the Savior you claim to follow
Feeling her sharp features essential Stretching perfection with a single greying hair Pulling the sweater tight on a provincial frame Opportunity sparse so go loaded for bear
Cold front blowing through for a bit The supplies stocked for our love is finite Outward appearances leave me shivering In a world such as this, I need something to ignite