Life Isn’t As Perfect As We Make It Seem

Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seemIt gets a little messy outside our dreamsBut newly rise in the early morning hoursSex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a showerTime to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream

I’m Not A Perfect Dream


I’m not a perfect dreamBut I’m not a perfect messI’m somewhere in betweenBut I’m probably a little lessI’m out here trying my bestUsually in darkness before the dayI find at times I just need a hug& for her to tell me I’ll be okay

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”

We’re Allowing The Modern World To Dwindle

  We’re allowing the modern world to dwindle We’ve neglected love & now slowly it dies Crashing back to from where it came We’ve messed up this most recent of our tries A fragmented society in this world of hate Our streets filled with torch bearing vigilantes  But I’m choosing compassion & joy I’d ratherContinue reading “We’re Allowing The Modern World To Dwindle”

Weight Of The World

Weight of the worldFalling on my shouldersRising early to attack the dayAnother coffee – going to need to grow bolder The stress that defines lifeThe mess that we’ve madePerception fades to blackSuccumbed to the frustrations we’ve displayed Sympathetic to Atlas’ condemnationUnderstanding his modern fatePremonition this load might explodeKnowing somehow I’ll eventually drop this weight

She’s Watching Me

She’s watching me Trying to act shy & coy She wants me to think I’ll be her very first boy She’s loving me Sold on a negative trip Acting so confident Notice her exposed slip She’s needing me What a beautiful mess Pick up her dreams & her fallen dress

My Eye Keeps Twitching

My eye keeps twitching My soul being crushed by this stress No one wants to hear my bitching Pondering how to get out of this mess I’ve got to look out for #1 Everyone else is doing the same Need to survive until the setting sun I’ve always heard I’m in a losing game