A Dancing, Twirling Girl

A dancing, twirling girlCaught up in the bedglowFree from the concernsA proper lady to surely knowChamber chorus versus JazzShe couldn’t guess where I’d beThat’s what kept us apartImprovisational styles she couldn’t seeCocktails in the early afternoonShe liked her whiskey neatA traditional, proper beautyBut couldn’t meet when it came to the sheetsStriking poses within silhouettesAdmittedly swooningContinue reading “A Dancing, Twirling Girl”

Unfettered and Unlined

Unfettered and unlinedDrinking coffee deep into the nightUnfiltered; seeing life as it truly isFeeling raw, returning to my machine to write I’m pulling the strings, creating fictional talesA life breathing under these mechanical keysSlowly coming to the surfaceA birth in words, triumph in moment’s like these

Catching Her Skirt In The Wind

Catching her skirt in the windWeathering this day nonethelessHair whipping across her faceFlustered; such a beautiful mess A chilly day among the HighlandsHer tartan blowing in the breezeThe magic of something almost seenMy mind caught up in nature’s tease

Sitting In Front Of The Vanity

Sitting in front of the vanityDeciphering all your beauty marksYou see lines, wrinkles & blemishesI see my very own Domestic Monarch You’ll never see what my soul knowsBut, I know how lucky I am to have this viewI’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherishI’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you

There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

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 perceptionsContinue reading “There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild”

Knowing There’s Life Out There

  Knowing there’s life out there Between the barren branches Tying your coat a little tighter To fend off the avalanches Winter will try to kill you You must fight to see the Spring Warm each other under sheets Flip over & let me do my thing

Headed Downtown For The Literary Type

Headed downtown for the literary typeSearching for the scribes of our weary dayTo heal my heart with words that matterI’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way Falling stars may not mean much to youBut I’m here without any expectation or hopeWhere do we find our reasons for loveEven we can kill our dreams,Continue reading “Headed Downtown For The Literary Type”

The Frivolity Of Her Words

The frivolity of her words Wishing they had deeper meanings Sunk down low in her chair The cafe the source of her scheming Dim lights allowing her to see Answers within these tea leaves Burned memories & villainous hexes It only mattered if she truly believed

Seeing The Outline Of Curves Beneath Your White Shirt

  Seeing the outline of curves beneath your white shirtI’m trying to focus on the words you so eloquently sayI respect you completely, but I’m a weak manAllowing my primal urges to get in my mind’s way

I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

  I’m not your reluctant heroI’m nothing along those linesDon’t think so highly of a foolWith your lips crumbling into your winePlease don’t raise me up to be muchI’m not what you see with your eyesA figment of an imagination’s dreamI’m lost within these warm Florida skies

I’m Doing My Best

  I’m doing my best, can’t you seeAmidst the horrors of our modern dayThe ghost stories rising in the mindThe times when you’re in your own wayYou grab at your head in painThe frustration of structured expectationPressures of their unintended demandsPrompting proclamations of demarcation

Flipping Through Magazines

Flipping through magazines Trying to find my darling girl She’s been gone awhile now She left to see the world She’ll be coming home soon & we can end this silly game My God, I love her so But she doesn’t know my name