Why are we out here struggling
Working our asses off to make ends meet
Inflation keeps on rising
Can only afford to walk down the street
Searching for the righteous path
So I won’t hinder my sisters & brothers
Don’t want to dislodge Oliver’s bowl
Please Mr. President, may I have another?
But he’s in the back, fiddling slowly
Inhaling the fumes from foreign petroleum
While the value of the dollar mmm drops
Loose strings dangle, but he’s not controlling ‘em
Ready to tax any of the alms we might receive
Taking our currency without any thanks
Not looked upon as human beings
Merely a vote they use as their personal piggybanks
Like this: Like Loading...
I reject most of society’s notions
With no desire to live by the sword
I feel no need to prove myself
I shall put eternal trust in my Lord
I follow my own path these days
Oscar Wilde said I could only be me
A world of distractions & hate
But, only through love can we be free
Like this: Like Loading...
Riding the cooler winds back east
Someday my simple dreams will prevail
Spent too many nights frozen & cold
Once again lost, I know he’s on my trail
Speak to me, for I’ll know if you tell the truth
Look at me, so I’ll know we’ll make it through
This soul damaged in these distant years
Wanting to be pure & return back to you
I need to shine down a path for your life
I want to be an example for you as you grow
May you always have shelter to weather a storm
I contain a perfect love you’ll come to know
You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to save me
A lifetime of joy just waiting for us to find
Adventures & endless discoveries ours to share
A new life, released from that which binds
*written many moons ago before the birth of my first child
Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com
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 Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by ArtHouse Studio on Pexels.com
& so I taught myself
Digging deep into classical books Borrowing from their bright words Until some knowledge overtook
Then I broke free of their grip Slicing my own path & charging off I sit by the fire, gathering my wits I block you out – you merely scoff I don’t care for your opinion You regurgitate falsehoods & lies I’m running through the wilderness & now I’m the Lord of the Flies Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Archie Binamira on Pexels.com
My hands shake
As I raise an overfull cup of coffee Perhaps already had enough But I’ll continue to be me
These roads, waterways & paths
The most beautiful moments I’ve come across I love you, but I sometimes I have needs Today I’m going to purposely get lost Like this: Like Loading...
Life isn’t so perfect
We’ll all get bumps & bruises
Nightmares will find a way
But the path is the one she chooses
Victims are merely lame footnotes
She’s the heroine of her own script
Casting off their burdens/ flipping the bird
“Fuck off, society” she blatantly quipped
engin akyurt from Pixabay Like this: Like Loading...
I’m sitting here morose
Reading pages & thumbing my nose Bored by the status quo Breaking off from the path we chose I’m searching for a worthy woman To take by the waist & forever dance Who desires to explore love & live by the seat of her underpants
Image by Amanda Zhang from Pixabay Like this: Like Loading...
Meandering down an etched path
With vines & foliage on all sides The overgrowth keeps secrets locked & provides the perfect place to hide
I know where I always wish to be
A forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to look Reality, hatred & cruelty forever expunged I’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Maria Orlova on Pexels.com
Sailing out on the good ship
Prevailing winds ensuring a clear path Foregoing the unexplained existence Forging headlong into nature’s wrath Arctic waters surrounding our view Diligent sailors crewing this steel boat Perpetually longing for a illusive home But buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Denniz Futalan on Pexels.com
Willfully getting lost in the woods with my woman
Far from the hordes of the sick & infected Shutting doors & leaving society behind Once away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected
Outside, I can find the crispness of nature
& my pure, unencumbered path to be free Wrapping my soul within Winter’s chill These unharnessed elements might be the key Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Alex Azabache on Pexels.com
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing
I’m just trying to feel my way through This existence offers many pitfalls Working within our struggles, those Blues There’s only one way to survive here You’ve got to continue to fight your urges Finding the right path to paradise Piecing together words to sing the dirty dirges Like this: Like Loading...
Never smart enough to succeed
My numb fingers worked to the bone
Dreams of providing a good life
But I need another path to be shown Like this: Like Loading...