Smelling Coffee Long Before

  Smelling coffee long before These tired eyes were ever meant to open Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people No time like now, so here’s to hopin’ The day started & it’s past time to rise One foot out & eventually the other leg I’m going to need more of this magic juice I feel society

Overcast Navy Sailing Away

Overcast Navy sailing away Pull up your trousers (black silk) Your stay here has been cut short Prominent sundresses & of that ilk Humid weather slowing me down Manicured hands releasing winds to blow Settle into your newly structured mind We never asked you to row so slow Not listening to rumors on the deckplates

I Am A Seeker Of Truth

I am a seeker of truthIn the darker moments of existenceWhen our souls are hurt& freedom is at an unfathomable distance Broken frameworks & deep mistrustWill you take me home after I’ve done my bitHonesty is the only way we’ll surviveOpen & earnest with the unblemished truth of it

The Weird Specifics Of A Dream

The weird specifics of a dreamThe foundering theories of the sunrisePossibilities for an endless dawnDispelled traits when we finally open our eyesThese are our prosperous timesWhen we find the inspiration to achieveMinutes into hours of falling sandBut once we wake, can you still believe

Finding The Sunshine

Finding the sunshineFeeling the glorious heatRemembering the timeOur lonely lips did meetSaving me from despairA slow march to the seaLoosening of our tonguesAnother chance to be freeGetting our bodies outsideA good stretch in open airI love your everything, butYou’re best when you’re bare

Just Because You’re The Inspiration

Just because you’re the inspiration Doesn’t mean you’re the intended Taking what life gives us Even those not comprehended Just because you’re the muse Doesn’t mean you’re the truth Finding open sores upon the soul Lingering there since early youth Just because you’re the source Doesn’t mean you’re all that real Gone once my fingers

Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day

  Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludes

Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty

Gimme a minute till I look prettyI don’t want to go out there without my cologneI can’t deal with the sketchy peopleYou know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phonesI don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coatsThe shadows are weary with their demodulationOpen your windows to the rain – expect justiceI shall bare my

Returning To The World

  Returning to the world Finding life left unraveled A smile never so grand Home the best place traveled Warmth of simple comforts Never trading precious delights Beauty in these open arms Darkness eclipsed by light