Life should have more dancing More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me
A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off her shoulders
I wish to caress her by candlelight Looking into my eyes, asking for more Whispering all the things she wants Dancing close until our bodies are sore
Not to keep returning the subject to myself
But there are certain truths I must understand
I’m no one special, a mere footnote
A history to be written, though not as planned
Dreams & hopes that never came to be
A rakish poet nor grizzled old typesetter
Through the years & false daily realities
It is inexplicable the mundane became better
So I find myself with a specific freedom
To be able to move without any sort of cosmic retort
For I have faith in love, fate & ultimate grace
Allowed to live without any innate need to stop short
It’s a sparse paradise these days Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn
She’s still the poor pretty rich girl
Never could get off the same page
Repeat struggles to survive
Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage
Reality is an emotion detached from my soul You never needed everyone to love you Instilled confidence to merely exist Forethought is a luxury that might just be true
Transcripts of the past’s failures We’ve learned, but not out of society’s grip False starts & then some Rising, but we’re still not quite hip
This is life. This is reality.
When the pretty words drip away
When the party’s over
You’ve still got to wake & face the day
Digital lovers lavish heaps of praise
Complimenting you on your magnificent blog
While you neglect the physical world
Always remember that pain & loneliness are analog
The beat making my Diesels sweat This is beyond my usual scene Usually I can’t dance without regret Needing a lot more alcohol & caffeine
Glow sticks & the whole lot to lampoon I can’t live life with digitized crap Moving my body like an analog buffoon I need to find a pretty lady to sit upon my lap
I spy one in my dizzied & frazzled state I could definitely make her my new habit She’s smiling at my attempt to communicate My God, I see curves like Jessica Rabbit
I shake my head allowing reality to seep Good fortune has shined down in this nightlife culture I straighten my clothes; thinking ‘don’t be a creep’ & I flash the Cheshire grin of a hungry vulture
Snark doesn’t make you what you want to be You’re infatuated with being cool throughout Constantly proving your wit for all to see Reality is you’re hiding & putting your soul in doubt
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
Disturbed themes & distant thrombosis A hitch in your giddy-up when it’s time for tea Transcendental visitations From dreams may come answers to our makeshift reality
Pouring over the brackish tomes with devotion Gentlemen & ladies of letters; luminaries of thought But truth doesn’t cure our limited capacities Bare harbingers of the illiterations we’ve wrought
We’ve taken ill in our posh-marked libraries Leaving fingerprints on memories we loved the most We maunder through our raging debates Knowing full well they’re all books about ghosts
Darkness creeps in on our musty resolve Syntax prescribed with an utmost surgical query Descending by the light of our candelabra If we survive, we’ll be counted amidst the weary
I’m not worried what you think is silly or weird I’m not concerned with judgements nor opinionated chatter The world exists outside any of my control I refuse to change & become another useless natter
Let me continue on & be steadfast in being me The strength of a persevering personality Shining on with a decorous grin Jaunting forth; shunning your beliefs in reality
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
But the simple fact is grace is unearned We live our lives as if we’re undeterred Ignorant to sin & repercussions thereafter Yet hoping for the winds to remain unstirred
Truth & love are bound to our dreams The inconvenient reality of the harsh pain of day Trudging through our irksome tasks Bright light stuns us into a stuttering delay
Fall to your knees in complete repentance Submit your soul to the warmth of His sunshine Release the burden of mortal expectation Forever embrace the perfect love of the Divine
Where are the heroes for our own time The poets & warriors to lead the charge I’m not the effigy of your incompetent apathy Merely the pirate of record, by & large
Who will join me among these ranks To beat back the mind-numbing attitudes To hell with society & its reality television Taking my crew to more temperate latitudes
Perhaps I’m a bit more prudish Than I ever expected myself to be Shying away from their exhibitions Folding my soul back into propriety
Maybe I’m not as cool as you thought I’m more of a meandering old fellow Writing out lines of cautious fantasy Whereas reality reveals itself to be rather mellow
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
I’m not going to forfeit this life
Grasping at reality along the way
Running headlong into risk
Finding out what the youth have to say
Nurturing growth & development
Truth remains after their neglected lie
Sweat falls from my brow – a start
We can’t let the dream of freedom die
Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch
Pirate Prep Slow reveal behind the mask But there’s no dick pics No matter how politely you ask I’m gonna keep something for me Reality to keep up with illusion You’re drooling over my secrets Obviously tainted by your delusion
Life rocks us silently Rising & falling with the boat Visions held most dear Within these stories I wrote Removed my choice of reality But here I’ll take my stand Firm between the swells With gentle reminders of Neverland
Maybe those were the days I wasn’t so perfect, structured or neat Rebelling against all humanity Couldn’t tell the difference in defeat A crooked line to follow A wrinkled brow upon the figurehead Our dreams fractured when applied Lost within reality’s pragmatism instead
Feeling a great need to create
This is a crazy world today
When will we ever thrive when
We don’t remember what we say
Hidden slowly in your dreams
Reality hinders our solutions
Time tocks against us now
Feeling abstract absolution
Perhaps I appear confident in print The paper expands arrogance’s pitch I can hide behind my words for a stint Though the return to reality can be a bitch