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
I’m trying to listen to your body Trying to feel my way to your heart I’m looking to recover my innocence That which I lost from the start
I’m decidedly envious of your hands For they always remain with you Forever within reach of your flesh When I must bow & bid thee adieu
I’m continuously jealous of your locket & the home it has been given to rest The natural glories akin to Heaven God alone could bestow such a treasured chest
These are the only days we can still see
Taking strides forward whether or not it rains
Dry rotted ponchos & other survival gear
Though its through our capacity to forgive that we’ll remain
True to life, but hard to digest the pain
Adversity compounded living without rest
Altered dreams when slumbers can’t remain
Been ages since she authentically felt her best
The gentle fog of last night’s revelry
Walking the streets before the sun
Overcorrecting the crooked events
Getting myself right before the day’s begun
Dreamscapes fading in these early hours
Scars to tell tales of an alternate narrative
Truth impedes the recital of our union
Clinging to our bodies not always so imperative
Setting the scene amidst several libations
Resulting in sloppy notes from the underground
These aren’t mundane epitaphs from stone
Rather just trinkets for creation to remain unbound
Scars last when everything else fades away A juvenile memory from the long, soft coast Only those remaining with a raspy voice Remind you they don’t make homes for ghosts
It is not a sin, no matter what they say For love triumph over all — beyond how we explain For truth is greater than words Thus loyalty & devotion shall forever remain
I’m not worried what the preacher says For he doesn’t understand our match Too ancient to grasp our harmonization He has his own itch he can’t scratch
All that matters is how we feel inside True love is not a notion they can reject Our bodies & souls eternally intertwined Upon a higher calling our passion connects
The passing of time is a mixed blessing Tapping your foot with your vision blurred Doing our best, but remaining guilty Still searching for a way to be cured
Wrapping wrists around the tarnished rosary Youthful dreams faded from when I wanted to be a saint My heart still ticks, albeit a little weaker Remembering those days, but the voices now faint
Watching the paper soak up errant coffee Spillage; correcting the bland, empty page Blocked before you wasted the elixir of life Words summoned now like a pensive sage
Freely letting loose a volley of images We are released to our new mode of narration Blinded aesthetics on a crisp winter morning Forever allowed to remain alive in short bursts of inspiration
Let me get out into the world
While everyone else is still in bed
Let me move these old bones
I need to get fresh air into my head
Too many stagnant mornings
With nothing to show for the exertion
Feeling low in my spirits
Like I’m a soul still prone to desertion
I need to discover a permanent solution
To rid my life of heartbreak & pain
I don’t want to struggle anymore
Results from my effort & not simply remain
Surviving by the bright light of day
Pouring coffee directly into my weary eyes
Can’t sleep at night since I must remain alert
Anxious; trying to hide my soul’s invisible cries
Gathering my wits to merely successfully exist
Waiting for the other shoe to drop & Hell to begin
Tired of cowering away in forgotten silence
Appearing strong since no one sees the enemy within
Dark clouds forming over the horizon Storms threaten to assuredly comply A day drifting away without recourse Dreams hang-dogged in the evening sky
The slow buildup to another slumber I tried to be reasonable, but I think too deep Took a leap, but might’ve been too far In the end, relegated to remaining the black sheep
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
The Winter winds keep us bundled Sending us shivering & reeling Dreams of a warm drink by the hearth Caught up in those distant feelings
Our checklists remain unchecked Hustle, bustle & we’re forever hurried There must be a moment to calm ourselves To enjoy coffee in the midst of this flurry
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
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
Transitional glories of the forlorn Where do we begin to find solace Ancient cries of those forgiven Trading a reckoning for eternal bliss
Standing high on a sailor’s mount Searching for souls in which to confide A bounty shall be easily & surely lost Yet remaining steadfast with the coming tide
Our fragile egos remain outright Yet still free – not compelled by those In the trenches we find disaster Inspired to richly & sullenly compose
How do we heal? How do we grow? Absorbing vibrations & her headspace blues Redefinition of cool among the vulnerable Rising morale since she turned off the news
Erratic dreams of dismantling love The early signposts to the apocalypse Gentle rise becomes glaring to our eyes Summer mornings feel fresh on our nips
Ground control to juxtaposed fallacies Squandering purest moments we’ll know With no intention to rattle a dull saber Paradise; when I only wanted a cup of joe
Won’t sit idle, watching from the sidelines Letting the Man throw away the key Remaining passive in the Shadows All because I have the improper pedigree
Poets, artists & mischievous folk
Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories
Stories of unfounded revolutions
Their propaganda always makes me a little leery
Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion
Allowing me to remain high on dopamine
Though I’ve never been one for public consumption
Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen
Dimples; the marks of the fairies
Their love touched upon the very faces
Chosen to endure above the others
Dimmed, but remaining vague traces
Magic’s residue upon your life
Nature knowing what is true
Selected to be special
Out of all the woods, they settled upon you
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
The world is burning around us So much hate & confusion in the crowd Misdirection & a body of lies Truth has no relation to just how loud Don’t know if you can trust anyone these days But I refuse to remain ignorant anymore Shutting out all their aggressions Returning to peace with the click of my door
Incomplete rants are broken thoughts Antique shutters dangle in the breeze Vaccinated by expired truth serums Eye twitches; our hostess is ill at ease
Yet remaining upright on the page Our fate wrapped in a trickster’s charm Subtle strokes without remorse Only dried ink leaves us disarmed
Subverting all the easy answers Sacred is our fundamental right to choose However your speculations drift Cut the devil’s throat and wrap him in Winter’s hues
Unplugging from the mainframe Remaining forever off the grid Don’t need their connections Don’t know if we ever truly did
The final tragic hero of a modern culture The soul survivor of a discarded revolution Histories & experience outside the norm Dreams of freedom with divine attribution
Dealing with the conceits of perfection The concepts of loneliness & betrayal This world isn’t what we were promised Token hints lost behind a fractured veil
The answers are hidden beyond this life It may look bleak, but don’t you fret We have the Source of Light & they’re still riding that ol’ dialup internet
Faded perceptions of underlying joy Time weathers away what is true Hard residue of the glittering spoils Returning everything back to you The sun bleaches your most precious Salt-laden & resolving to remain Chipped & authentically real Beauty seldom exists without pain
I have a secret
Scribbling in the margins
The poetry of opera halls
Burning drinks of gargled sin
A letter to the editor
Words chosen for us tonight
The opinions of a fool
With only a pretty girl left to recite
Shipwrecked. Isolated on foreign shores since then Surrounded by predators Judgement & leers by creepy men Can only do her best to survive Keeping quiet in their midst Don’t want to provoke the beast Won’t fade to obscurity she insists It’s complicated to remain equal These days one must be agile She keeps them at bay with a grin While remaining firm but not fragile
A naked woman upon the figurehead Standing proud in the breeze Calling to the Sirens & wenches Knowing the truth of these seas Her beauty remaining firm & intact The ship around her orange with rust The sailors with splinters in their palms For she has a wooden bust
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
A crooked tiara Perched over tear stains Smudged makeup drying Only the pain now remains But the sunshine emerges Hope rises after the ashes Don’t give up on me, for I’m Here to kiss wet eyelashes
Gripping lightly to the banister Our lives slipping away into the ether’s shadow Gracefully stepping down each marble step Never succumbing to their expectations of the afterglow Holding your head up high in dignity Wear the fancy clothes; wear your favorite scent Knowing they’ll despise your happiness anyway Remaining this awesome was never an accident
The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor
Lost to the world Locked in her own device Once sought after Remaining temperate of ice Beauty a lesser value now Hiding behind electronics Binary thoughts; needs a reboot Now she’ll need Hooked on Phonics
The sultan of suntan Smelling like oils & lotions Sand clinging to your soul Cleansed by the water’s motion Purged of evaporating dreams We can focus on existence Wringing it all out At love’s steadfast insistence All secrets illuminated Nothing remains within Cover of cheap shades Truth permeates the skin