Unfolding Broken Dreams

Unfolding broken dreams The distant & diluted flow Our hopeless choices astound The truth? We still don’t know But we can never give up Clinging to the last of our visions Memories cultivated on dark nights Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions How do you translate a morning When your soul bears undiagnosed pain ScarsContinue reading “Unfolding Broken Dreams”

Touched By The Whim Of God

Touched by the whim of God Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips My benign lunacy comes in traces Diluted measurements by midmorning With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee Bringing small obsessions in my mind When the local widows invite me for tea Entering only after a courteous introductionContinue reading “Touched By The Whim Of God”

Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon

Disquieted moments in the afternoonThese Springtime rays have a golden hourReflecting youth into my weary eyesThe reassuring notion of dreampower Yet gone are the mornings we woke afreshOur mortal flesh reeling down on EarthLife; the thorn in the side of this existenceInternal fire requires our souls a wider berth The slings & arrows shall neverContinue reading “Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon”

An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPaleContinue reading “An Innocent Looking Soul”

Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

A Woman Not Marked

A woman not marked, boiled in thought Slowly escaping melancholy with each sip Sitting, staring out her kitchen window Contentious dreams emitted from parted lips Coffee can stimulate a bored mind The house to be prepared for a festive banquet A morose morning, lingering in the cool air Providing a bounty for the Heavenly set

I’m Just Trying To Live My Life

  I’m just trying to live my life Extending some gratitude along the way Showing the people how I can love For we never know when it’ll be our last day I don’t always wake up with a smile But it’s always easier if I somehow do Grabbing black coffee & my woman’s ass TogetherContinue reading “I’m Just Trying To Live My Life”

Maybe The Morning

Maybe the morning Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be You rise a little softer on that day Emerging from a cocoon for me to see Winter blankets fall away like nebulae Taller than is expected from a Belle Not so confident at first light The arching sun; the pillory of hell Stretching in myContinue reading “Maybe The Morning”

The Molten Life-Sustaining Elixir

The molten life-sustaining elixir Down the gullet another cup is poured Pitch black; the only way to drink An awakening that just won’t be ignored Stretching my arms into the morning Reaching to take the sun in my embrace Another sip; life will be mine Success is surviving; sunshine on your face

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

The Glories Of A Sunny Morning

The glories of a sunny morningSmiling into my coffee; subtle credoTrying to create my masterpieceBut, I’m distracted by my libidoLooking for my stunning brideMaybe get a little taste under her skirtA surefire way to get artistic juices flowingInterest shifted; she can only help, never hurt

Life Has A Way

Life has a way of working outWhen you rise in the early morning hoursSip your coffee & focus on the positiveYou’ll find inner strength, not superpowersQuietly sending out the proper vibesSome days – be humble & pay your duesKeep calm & marinate in your good karmaFor soon, you’ll be running around in your Underoos

Awake Early In The Naked, Teal Morning

Awake early in the naked, teal morning Still wet from dancing in the rain My subconscious kissing her femininity But the memories remain love-stained Her fingers gripping my shoulders Our souls constantly trying to absorb Soft, low moans quietly evident I’m enchanted by her fleshy orbs We’re exposed in the light of dawn A realnessContinue reading “Awake Early In The Naked, Teal Morning”

I Don’t Need All That Chaos

I don’t need all that chaos I’m content with simple taste Up early in the morning To ensure the day isn’t a waste A prayer, a pen & a book Foundations to a solid grin Society can’t take it from me In control as the world spins

The Curtains Rose Gently

The curtains rose gently Caught in the morning breeze An undisputed beauty My heart soaring above the trees Our feet sore from the dancing Closest to perfection I ever saw All the while her lips were sealed & she was hiding secrets in her bra

Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses

Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed assesSpending the morning listening to the BluesAn old soul within that youthful mindframeToe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoosI begin to think I’m the one luredBut all we have between us is coffee stained mug ringsEmbrace the possibilities of the momentJoin in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BBContinue reading “Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses”

I’d Trade All Those Gold Doubloons

I’d trade all those gold doubloonsFor another morning with youTasting your sweet nectarInspiring the day to be fresh & newI don’t want fame nor gloryI just want to be naked under the coversSatisfying & emotionally preparing youSending you out into the world; a happy lover

Aroused By The Typewriter’s Bell

Aroused by the typewriter’s bellI’m salivating like Pavlov’s dogImagining caffeinated morningsWalking the Sunset within the fogThough those were forgotten emotionsI’m not able to repeat that formSo I do my best to feel the originalSometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching forContinue reading “The Carcasses Of Inspiration”

Good Morning, Beautiful

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

Standing In Line For A Morning Cup

Standing in line for a morning cupAfter a pot or two, I’ll be contentBut you’re holding up progressYour specialty is causing me to resentMy anger is slow to riseBut the barista is soaking in your beautyThe rest of us are dying of fatigue & thirstAll the while methinks you’re a bit too snooty

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”

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory WritingContinue reading “It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn”

The Greatest Coffee Ever.

“No, you have to pour more in.” “This is okay. You don’t want to use too much.” “The color is off.” “I’m getting there.” “Okay, I think it is time to stir.” “Yeah, I think so.” The elves were perched upon his old coffee mug. Together they were stirring the creamer in with all theirContinue reading “The Greatest Coffee Ever.”

Looking For A New Sunshine

Looking for a new sunshineEclipses as the morning growsCoffee slowly loses its warmthThe way only the fatigued might knowSleepless nights convort to visionsDreams well placed into our eyesCaffeine not enough to shake soulsWaking to these cotton candy skiesSpinning my empty cup on the tableAttempts at any fully formed thoughtMy mind completely wiped cleanI spy myContinue reading “Looking For A New Sunshine”

Pushing Away The Storms

      Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead       Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

Emerging From The Cool Waters

Emerging from the cool waters Morning swim to ease my mind My soul’s been hacked I needed an escape to unwind Society is advancing But merely on the people’s rights Media’s a crooked lapdog We’re doomed if we refuse to unite

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”

Dancin’ On The Dew Drops

  Dancin’ on the dew drops Behind the magic of the unseen Lettin’ the sun shine through Another morning light & serene Duck & dive past negativity Run free; barefoot on the grass Soak up all of nature’s joy I’m gonna go pinch my woman on the ass     Image by Olichel Adamovich fromContinue reading “Dancin’ On The Dew Drops”

I Often Catch Myself

    I often catch myself Glancing up at your windowpane Occasionally seeing a silhouette Memories of youth still remain   Possibly spying a lacy chemise But now you’re wearing the curtains Or maybe there was nothing on But I couldn’t know for certain   The morning light not quite seen I might feel likeContinue reading “I Often Catch Myself”

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

Perfectly lined rows of trees Our escape from the mundane Shaking away tilted visions Of a ghostly morning train Remembering her latent beauty No place for such fickle motions Return to living your current life Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean