There are answers in the words Take time to look between the manual scrawl Feel your body physically push ideas Deliberate reflection of perfection before the Fall
Hypnotized by the handwritten thought The slow meditation; pen gripped without pain Effortless release of mental blocks To be proud of these scars, but they’re mere ink stains
Low evenings persistently intrude Fancy parties & sensitive souls Facades draped in lush decor Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full
Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels Witnessing dancers locked in solitude Push away the day We don’t need another slow reveal
I don’t use umbrellas, dear I’d rather dance in the rain Let it cascade gently over Cleansing us of lingering pain Let me take you in my arms Into your dreams – my words will push Looking deep into my eyes As I squeeze your tush
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
Drinking black coffee out of Delta cups The cheap seats listening to Empire Burlesque Mixed metaphors crawling in the night Still pondering why a raven is like a writing desk
Dislodged tea parties & cries of Nevermore The world swiftly swirling all around me Reducing myself into my words Hiding now within punctuation & necessity
Unsure of our place in time Triangulations are stretch marks on the soul Society wants me to be all shiny But more often than not, I’m tired & dull
Where do we find our inspirations The formulations upon our existence Personalities discarded to the rubbish pile Pushing us further away within time & distance
Seeking a spiritual remedy For my soul isn’t quite whole Burnt out & emotionally drained Tea cup’s empty & I’m no longer in control
Midcentury motif & I’m peeling paint Shrinking violets & closing in walls Pushing back against our growing pains Energy to create, but my life remains a free fall
She said I was, “trying to conjure the ghost of Bukowski” I told her there was better writers to admire I’m not in college anymore Drinking & degrading women won’t light my fire
I’m looking for inspiration to ignite my soul A need to be revolutionized from the daily grind Normalcy & the mundane will kill my spirit I’m pushing forward to nurture & excite this weary mind
So you think you want to be wild But you’ve never left the city gates Living within such structure Organizing a lush, manicured fate
Pushing forth the semblance of influence Yet, outwardly needing to create a scene Dreaming of an adventurous existence & what breaking free could possibly mean
I lean in close
Brushing your hair over an ear
Whispering how I want you
To me, it’s startlingly clear
You blush & push me away
But I remain firmly by your side
For I am happiest here
My stunning, beautiful bride
I’ve been thinking about you
Draped in straps & buckles that push
Silks, lace & any cloth at all
Stretching thin across your tush
The day has been long & tiring
& your love is exactly what I need
Let my eyes devour every curve
No promise to be gentle in my greed