Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

  Emerging from the night of lost souls A rough morning with make-up in your eyes Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies Another exhilarating night of sin extinguished But your heart now belongs to the man of flames You don’t remember how your dress

Wash Away My Sins

  Wash away my sins Lightning striking us twice Coming summer rain (soft & light) That lovely woman – cold as ice Yet I head for her still Not one to be dissuaded She’ll warm to my charms When I leave her hair unbraided      

I Want To Know The Secrets

I want to know the secretsThe ones you have buried deep withinI want you to whisper your loveKiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin Running away from sunsets & goodbyesFeeling the lead of stained windowpanesThese houses don’t hold strained memoriesWashed away in the softening of Winter’s rain I’m freely exposed in these dimmer

Ill Reputed Minstrel & Her Fancy Dolls

Ill reputed minstrel & her fancy dolls Forever punished for my dated sin A hushed wish for something more Images of the whiteness of porcelain Do not lead me through vacant doors No need to become another mistake Removed from that dreadful life Sparing additional pain for her own sake Dancing lightly in the darkness

Sheets & Reams Of The Nonsensical

Sheets & reams of the nonsensicalLiterary blood lost in the shadow of inkThe lifeforce of a simmering soulMarginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sinkLeaving behind the caricature of an artistContributions to society felt in these empty sheetsFingersmudges marking pages not so whiteStarkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streetsTraces of hereditary ideals eroding awayIgniting

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

Dowager Queen Dressed Like A Nun

Dowager Queen dressed like a nun Looking for courtesies in murky nights Whispering to me “this is gonna be fun” Shadows dance in tranquil candlelight I’m all in as she shucks her brassiere Mixing metaphors with her gin Titillated whenever she comes near Pulling lace away from her original sin

You Didn’t Sell Out, You Bought In

You didn’t sell out, you bought inAt least that’s what you regurgitateBut you, yourself, are a cog in the machineGrinding out this state sponsored hateYou speak of crying in the streetsHeartbroken your flavor of evil didn’t winBut it’s a system of corruption throughoutWith each career politician speaking the sinWhere did all our heroes & leaders

Stepping Out Into The Light

  Stepping out into the light My eyes can’t adjust to the sunshine Night left me with nary a sleep Stumblin’ home to all that’s still mine Life comes at you hard & fast on the inside Wondering when the pitches stopped comin’ in underhand Won’t wallow in misery nor memory of elsewhere’s joy These