A naked soul
Freshly laid open
Raw & exposed
Tease out the secrets
Make her yearn
Discard false modesties
& allow me to finally see
Your heart
Release what you hold dear
For they are safe with me
Remain vulnerable
Feel joy without
Trying to control
Just be truly free
As God intended
Some nights I feel the echo of the falling sand
Time advancing with the stacking of fear
But I hope for bravery as I take a stand
Eyes wide open, yet confused & cannot hear
Cloaked; rhythms in darkness remain unclear
Mornings creak abruptly open With the mind beginning to spool We’re out here prayin’ & hopin’ That I won’t always be a damn fool
The promise of a new day can look glib But I believe this soul can still be smitten Look to the potential of a fresh nib I know the best notes are always handwritten
In defense of the outcasts & weirdos
Those strange fellows who demand to be free
Exposing thought & sincerity to open air
To live one’s own life & forever reject conformity
Counting oneself amongst the abnormal
Involuntarily immersed in thought & deed
The action of creating poetic existence
For some days, that might be all we need
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 without consent, it seems to me
Take your dreams & exit stage left
You tried to court & failed, life’s not fair
Let a true gentleman whisper elegant words
She’ll open up her passion, exposing her silky pair
Gimme a minute till I look pretty I don’t want to go out there without my cologne I can’t deal with the sketchy people You know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phones I don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coats The shadows are weary with their demodulation Open your windows to the rain – expect justice I shall bare my raw breast in hopes of emotional rehabilitation
Remaining free & open to exist
It surely shouldn’t be this much of a hassle
A teetering balance of confused souls
We lost it all once the Puritans stormed the castle
You don’t see me when you look my way Like a ghost – I just don’t seem to appear Faded into the background of life Unable to compete with all you hold dear
My kind smile & open arms aren’t a reality Merely static in your fashion-conscious day I’m over here trying to catch your eye Yet my shadow is not even in your way
What more can I do to attract you
The uncool of America Not enough flash Eagerly & quietly industrious But we’re still short on cash
You’re out here ridin’ high on your horse I’m down here with my heart broken You’re clearly oblivious to my existence I wonder if you’ll ever be woken
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
The freedom to move is vastly underrated The need to take refuge in the open air Release yourself from these modern bonds Get back out there if you still care
I reject their basic version of normalcy Those rules don’t apply as formulated Reality was never calibrated for us Mere common folk to be granulated
Refusing to remain quiet is necessary Return to nature – turn off that broadcast Be elusive, for they’re coming for you You’re necessary as long as you have a vote to cast
Oh, where does our journey end Or begin, as it so often might seem Futile attempts to erase the past The unknown details of our dreams
The open road panders to a false escape The mere opportunity to rewrite a sojourn Jesus perambulating with Uncle Walt Debating the path; perchance to learn
Shaky prospects in apportioned time Manifest destiny teases Ginsburg & Kerouac Further roads leading to ornate wisdom & we keep it concealed out in the back
Thoreau mocking society with his solitude Knowing alone is the greatest we could ever be Thoughts come to us in gentle waves That perhaps our visions should become the sea
A reinterpretation of westward expansion Route 66 cross-contaminating Highway 61 All roads have never led us home Emily tempting Death with her life left undone
The growing wisdom of our consumed space Emerson’s penning pre-revolutionary blues Introducing our souls to unrefined grace The Good Lord providing Her unfiltered muse
Feeble humanity; lost across the tracks Original sin that we’ve taken on the chin Sifting thought; we might be welcomed again But knock off the Devil’s dust before you come in
My fetish is powerful women Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no? When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean
Paddling around the remotest parts Looking for hope where there’s no merriment Our souls evaporating in the open air Put through this vise of a social experiment Living out here minus the love & support There’s only so much a man can endure Mother Nature whirling up the darkest storms Blowing away my dreams I’m terribly sure
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
Thankful for a little spit of dry land Feeling a bit wobbly & out of sorts Having a nice cold one under a palm Time to recharge my batteries in this port Soon enough, we’ll be back floating Feeling the Earth’s rotation upon this burn Long days of sweat & toiling work Wearing my body out before I return
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
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
Passion failing all around me We’re all exposed on the battleground Hearts breaking wide open Sketchy footing, leaving the night unsound
Cautiously looking out into the world I’m safely behind doors & my windowpane A vicious society who always destroys Forcing love to wither & die in vain
Cherishing the woman I’ll forever desire Who wears my great-grandmother’s ring Upon us to ensure it doesn’t happen here With her in my arms, I’ll always I’ll cling
Summer mornings; rising without the alarm Open the windows while we’re still in the shade God’s fresh air can’t do any lasting harm Yet, snuggle up close; no sense in letting this warmth fade
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 comin’ at me like the damn plague
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
There’s a truth down there you can’t feel
Displacement registered in the silence
Absolutism shook along the keel
I still know you in spite of your success
For I knew you when you were poor
Beauty does not replace kindness
It merely opens up another door
I am a seeker of truth In the darker moments of existence When our souls are hurt & freedom is at an unfathomable distance
Broken frameworks & deep mistrust Will you take me home after I’ve done my bit Honesty is the only way we’ll survive Open & earnest with the unblemished truth of it
The weird specifics of a dream The foundering theories of the sunrise Possibilities for an endless dawn Dispelled traits when we finally open our eyes These are our prosperous times When we find the inspiration to achieve Minutes into hours of falling sand But once we wake, can you still believe
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 close
You’re merely a ghost my heart can feel