Finding Refuge In My Dreams

Finding refuge in my dreamsTraipsing through Baudelaire’s flowersI sing a silent dirge to my soulTracing her petals within Summer’s showerCaught in the currents of misstepsFormer words no longer voicedLightness of a delicate visionWe heard the morning’s rain rejoicePolitely declining a dreadful umbrellaWalking out, always been man enough to weepSoaked; tears all the way throughDrowning; maybeContinue reading “Finding Refuge In My Dreams”

Don’t Look Her In The Eye

  Don’t look her in the eyeFor it might tip your moveJust a simple guyWith nothing to proveShe wants nothing from you& your humble waysSociety envies herStack that against the straysDon’t show her any interest& she’ll question her worthTwisting this back on youLike you’re the last man on earthKeep to yourselfDon’t be any more thanContinue reading “Don’t Look Her In The Eye”

You’re Holding Expectations

You’re holding expectationsNeeding me to be a better guyWishing I was more successfulHating my truth; you’d prefer a lieSo I wander within my own skinTo become what you want in a manEach day, I’m ever more the pirateSoon, they’re be no more Peter Pan

Most Guys

Most guys Will tell as many lies As it takes to get between your thighs But that’s not my goal I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole That has been left in my soul *this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94Continue reading “Most Guys”

I’m Rockin’ This Dad Bod

I’m rockin’ this dad bod & making it look good Unapologetically localized Home in Suburban neighborhoods I’m not trying to distract Any of the ladies living nearby I’m just trying to live my life I’m just a normal boring guy I’m prematurely grumpy A hermit; writing down in the dungeon Devastatingly handsome, locked away KeepContinue reading “I’m Rockin’ This Dad Bod”

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

  Emerging from the night of lost souls A rough morning with make-up in your eyes Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies Another exhilarating night of sin extinguished But your heart now belongs to the man of flames You don’t remember how your dressContinue reading “Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls”

Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day

    Been listening to Chet baker all day A friend said it’d make me a better person I’m closing my eyes while the sounds take over I’m imagining a lost era Every man knowing how to wear a suit Every lady in a tailored dress Mad Men fiction – but with a tangible feelContinue reading “Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day”