Pushing Away The Storms

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 Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

Our Fragile Egos Remain Outright

Our fragile egos remain outrightYet still free – not compelled by thoseIn the trenches we find disasterInspired to richly & sullenly compose How do we heal? How do we grow?Absorbing vibrations & her headspace bluesRedefinition of cool among the vulnerableRising morale since she turned off the news Erratic dreams of dismantling loveThe early signposts to

I Often Catch Myself

    I often catch myself Glancing up at your windowpane Occasionally seeing a silhouette Memories of youth still remain   Possibly spying a lacy chemise But now you’re wearing the curtains Or maybe there was nothing on But I couldn’t know for certain   The morning light not quite seen I might feel like

II. Won’t sit idle

Won’t sit idle, watching from the sidelinesLetting the Man throw away the key
Remaining passive in the ShadowsAll because I have the improper pedigree

Crawling Away From Sudden Shores

Crawling away from sudden shores Locked away in anterior rooms Sunlit beauties try to remain pale Complexities of intimate bedgloom Modern mermaids express themselves Repelled by their former clamshell Their silence betrayed the insane Meeting up again behind the bandshell Eastbound Portola around the curve Writing hard to retain your shape Lost in the Inner

Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk

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 Image by Karolina Grabowska from

Unfolding Broken Dreams

Unfolding broken dreams The distant & diluted flow Our hopeless choices astound The truth? We still don’t know But we can never give up Clinging to the last of our visions Memories cultivated on dark nights Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions How do you translate a morning When your soul bears undiagnosed pain Scars

Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    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

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   Image by Tibor

The World Is Burning Around Us

The world is burning around usSo much hate & confusion in the crowdMisdirection & a body of liesTruth has no relation to just how loudDon’t know if you can trust anyone these daysBut I refuse to remain ignorant anymoreShutting out all their aggressionsReturning to peace with the click of my door

Incomplete Rants Are Broken Thoughts

Incomplete rants are broken thoughtsAntique shutters dangle in the breezeVaccinated by expired truth serumsEye twitches; our hostess is ill at ease Yet remaining upright on the pageOur fate wrapped in a trickster’s charmSubtle strokes without remorseOnly dried ink leaves us disarmed Subverting all the easy answersSacred is our fundamental right to chooseHowever your speculations driftCut

Unplugging From The Mainframe

Unplugging from the mainframeRemaining forever off the gridDon’t need their connectionsDon’t know if we ever truly did The final tragic hero of a modern cultureThe soul survivor of a discarded revolutionHistories & experience outside the normDreams of freedom with divine attribution Dealing with the conceits of perfectionThe concepts of loneliness & betrayalThis world isn’t what

Faded Perceptions Of Underlying Joy

Faded perceptions of underlying joyTime weathers away what is trueHard residue of the glittering spoilsReturning everything back to youThe sun bleaches your most preciousSalt-laden & resolving to remainChipped & authentically realBeauty seldom exists without pain

I Have A Secret

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

Forevermore Villanelle

It’s not too much to ask for Cold chilling to our bones When we’re together forevermore Wrap yourself tightly, I implore Through love, we must atone It’s not too much to ask for Briskness recalls days of yore Nostalgia to which we’re prone When we’re together forevermore Battered ships upon the same shore Knowing we’re

Shipwrecked.

Shipwrecked.Isolated on foreign shores since thenSurrounded by predatorsJudgement & leers by creepy menCan only do her best to surviveKeeping quiet in their midstDon’t want to provoke the beastWon’t fade to obscurity she insistsIt’s complicated to remain equalThese days one must be agileShe keeps them at bay with a grinWhile remaining firm but not fragile

A Naked Woman Upon The Figurehead

A naked woman upon the figureheadStanding proud in the breezeCalling to the Sirens & wenchesKnowing the truth of these seasHer beauty remaining firm & intactThe ship around her orange with rustThe sailors with splinters in their palmsFor she has a wooden bust

Awake Early In The Naked, Teal Morning

Awake early in the naked, teal morning Still wet from dancing in the rain My subconscious kissing her femininity But the memories remain love-stained Her fingers gripping my shoulders Our souls constantly trying to absorb Soft, low moans quietly evident I’m enchanted by her fleshy orbs We’re exposed in the light of dawn A realness

Ravens Flocking From The Bell Tower

Ravens flocking from the bell tower The monks making sure they’re rung Her beauty remains alone inside Time enough for our song to be sung

I Lean In Close

  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

A crooked tiaraPerched over tear stainsSmudged makeup dryingOnly the pain now remainsBut the sunshine emergesHope rises after the ashesDon’t give up on me, for I’mHere to kiss wet eyelashes

Gripping Lightly To The Banister

Gripping lightly to the banisterOur lives slipping away into the ether’s shadowGracefully stepping down each marble stepNever succumbing to their expectations of the afterglowHolding your head up high in dignityWear the fancy clothes; wear your favorite scentKnowing they’ll despise your happiness anywayRemaining this awesome was never an accident

We Exist In A Fortuitous Moment

We exist in a fortuitous moment Together in a Summery field Sipping delightful wines Writing verse on our intercollegiate yields They want us to come in from the cold But I’m not concerned about their rules I’d rather remain isolated with you Bosh to their arbitrary ordinances to reign in fools

The Blazing Summer Sun

The blazing summer sun Attacking my pigment White thighs Gonna need aloe vera treatment Tender pink meat exposed Another bout of the Irish curse Naked flesh so easily burnt Need to be saved by a smokin’ hot nurse Can’t speak like that in 2020 I assure you, I truly understand But my perverted tendencies The

Tonight We’re Going To Step On Out

    Tonight we’re going to step on out Letting the cool breeze touch our souls Watching the darkness quietly creep in Holding hands as we take gentle pulls The whiskey settles into a familiar burn Nothing remaining but what we are Excluding the day’s negative traits Naturally only wearing the glow from the stars

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  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

Lost To The World

    Lost to the worldLocked in her own deviceOnce sought afterRemaining temperate of iceBeauty a lesser value nowHiding behind electronicsBinary thoughts; needs a rebootNow she’ll need Hooked on Phonics Image by Karolina Grabowska from Pixabay 

The Sultan Of Suntan

  The sultan of suntanSmelling like oils & lotionsSand clinging to your soulCleansed by the water’s motionPurged of evaporating dreamsWe can focus on existenceWringing it all outAt love’s steadfast insistenceAll secrets illuminatedNothing remains withinCover of cheap shadesTruth permeates the skin

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory Writing

Remember The Old Ways

Remember the old ways Scribbling out passionate jots Secret notes to my beloved Sharing all my lucid thoughts Remember feelings of yesteryear & how we were perfectly aligned Don’t lose who we used to be Through time – love remains undefined

Pushing Away The Storms

      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       Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

Surviving By The Bright Light of Day

  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