Make sure you call her beautiful Don’t refer to her as merely ‘hot’ Don’t say tits or tatas Be respectful of all that she’s got
Be charming when you speak of your lady Be a gentleman; know how the game is played Don’t divulge any of her secrets When you shut your mouth; a better chance to get laid
Finding the energy to jump up To start the day in the sunshine Collecting smiles from fresh faces & always returning to the love that’s mine
Pouring another coffee to revive my soul The blacker the better; deeper than the sea Knowing secrets which youth will always deny That happiness is real & it’s forever free
Nonsense & miscalculations they always spew For they see glitter & everything they never tried But experience will tell you simple is better & anything worth fighting for is kept on the inside
The winds foretell the secrets to come & that there are no innocents after the war Footprints left in the muddy ground Muted whispers we were never waiting for
Plastering the interweb with fragmented thought
Cultivating an insane kind of fame
Convincing an illiterate society
That you’re more than just a silly name
Penning out frivolously piddly odes
Basking in the lack of their attention span
Trying so hard to be cool, plus
Your slams make me not want to give a damn
The barely legible equivalent of an Insta-model
Don’t you know, writers write & speakers squeak
A farce played out in bits & bytes
Preying on the vapid, the stupid & the weak
You’ve grown your hipster beard
You fancy yourself as suave & dapper
But I know your dirty little secret
That you’re no PaRappa the Rapper
Searching cavernous souls
Racking what I might believe
Splitting hairs of fragrant
Ideas wandering down my sleeve
But I’m not more righteous
Than the boys down on the beat
I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger
Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat
There’s quiet secret I might contain
Love & passion bubbling just beneath my skin
I think in poetry, but you desire a hero
Can’t compete with expectations; our mutual chagrin


Waking early before the morning
Monitoring the world, as I sip my achromatic brew
The front window, my porthole to beyond
From this security, I decipher what is true
I try to formulate tangible creations
Converting inspiration into mere words
Observations from my suburban perch
Sharing stories with Poe’s bleak-hued bird
Writing down the secrets she might share
Enlivening my dreams on this quiet block
Churning thoughts into hopeful spools
In which might allow my mind to dynamically unlock
Its been a long, hard ride To get where we’ve found Bumps & bruises are everywhere Keeping our souls on solid ground
There’s a small humility Hidden within the secrets of Spring rain Heartache never fully goes away But what made you take a Westbound train
There’s no escaping the pressures But by embracing love we’ll be able to cope Turn towards the hearts that beat for you Open your eyes, know there’s always a semblance of hope
Walking quietly along the dusty rows I’ve forgotten dreams, but that’s how it goes Bought the leather bound tome for 35 quid Trying to uncover God, but she remains hid Secret to life on the page, but that’s all anyone knows
There’s so much talk of being wild
Like there’s a constant harness holding us back
But its just an illusion for others to see
You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack
These false pretenses are keeping you low
Images of a manicured life on your social media feed
Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions
When these aren’t the actions a happy life really needs
It’s difficult to perceive any truth as you focus the camera
The projection of crazy as you manipulate your reputation
Here’s a secret, the honest people don’t really care &
The real wild ones don’t bother with perfect punctuation
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
Our olden fantasies Not quite matching casual conversation The heart’s silent secrets Masked by our gilded incantations
A kind smile to hide our fears The dreams left by the tragic shore But there’s always a way back home To drink from the hopeful waters to finally restore
I want to know the secrets The ones you have buried deep within I want you to whisper your love Kiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin
Running away from sunsets & goodbyes Feeling the lead of stained windowpanes These houses don’t hold strained memories Washed away in the softening of Winter’s rain
I’m freely exposed in these dimmer days Wrap me with the sound of rigorous hymns I listen, but don’t fathom your parlance I can’t keep up with your acronyms
Evading their ongoing tragedies Forty summers spent down in the dirt Withstanding the weight of apocalypse Emerging; though slightly less overt Blast furnace of the afternoon sun Dali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shores Pale riders within unabsorbed light Embracing purity through perception’s doors The paint of our secret love notes But can only be read through the keyhole Shying away from all public renditions Her passionate words left imprinted on my soul
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
Midnight arrives by candlelight
My imagination takes over as before
Secretive scribbles in an unlit corner
Wine & a woman coaxing me for more
Uncertain of what we should divulge
An intrigue for sure, this darling flower
I’m intimidated, yet oddly disarmed
Casually containing remarkable brain power
A smart woman in a beautiful exterior
Society isn’t prepared for this conglomeration
But I know a woman is at her most alluring
When engaged in interesting conversation
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
The curtains rose gently
Caught in the morning breeze
An undisputed beauty
My heart soaring above the trees
Our feet sore from the dancing
Closest to perfection I ever saw
All the while her lips were sealed
& she was hiding secrets in her bra
You have your notions of me Whether it’s my rugged good looks Or I’m a notorious scalawag Though, I’m neither a hero nor a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion Nor am I a wild west outlaw I choose to wear the eyepatch But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws
I write fast & love slow Without a care of what they say about me When you have faith You never have to wait & see
I quietly find my secrets within Descended from that beautiful literary brogue To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun I’ll be your host tonight, the swash-unbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style But you of good taste & renown class Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile