Counting All My Cufflinks

Counting all my cufflinks You tied my perfect tie Another night by the bay Lost within the foggy sky Seeming to float as you walk Affection rose by a mere kiss Evening air cool upon your soul Never knew we could be like bliss Your dress flailing behind Setting down an opaque trail Everything aContinue reading “Counting All My Cufflinks”

Telling Stories After Dark

Telling stories after darkOccasionally with Tom Waits in the leadFantastical little allegoriesBringing a light to those souls in need No need to whisper in the shadowsLuminous words to prepare the wayRemoving barriers to our enlightenmentWitticisms fleshed out & on display Short tales to get creative juices flowingHarking back to dreams that we might meetSubtle differencesContinue reading “Telling Stories After Dark”

Don’t Tell Me How’s Its Gonna Be

  Don’t tell me how’s its gonna beWhen you’ve never beenI’ve seen the angry seaYou’re not among the salty menDon’t act like you have a clueClinging to the dirtYou’ve never seen a color that blueNever felt your soul cringe & hurtYou’re looking for easy praiseDon’t want to be a weathered cogRiding waves on endless daysYou’reContinue reading “Don’t Tell Me How’s Its Gonna Be”

Released From The Burden Of Perfection

  Released from the burden of perfectionOnward to complete this chanceSoaking in my soul’s refractionI’m not grandiose, but I’ll enhanceRipening with a golden ageThis is nothing but a jagged gleamA smudge on the stark white pageDetermined to be more than a dream

My Whole Life On Scraps Of Paper

My whole life on scraps of paperMy soul jotted down on the pagePlot lines between scribblesCharacter development as we ageEverything that I am, right herePushing to further keep my mind trainedMy heart’s secret smudgedWithin these lines my identity is contained

The Tyranny Of Our Modern Age

  The tyranny of our modern ageThe repulsive nature of our exploited rightsComing for us before the dawnAnother stolen soul in the night But pump the brakes there Swamp ThingFlorida is basically the Outbreak MonkeyWe can’t be too safe these daysBesides, a lot of y’all were already funky I’ll be hunkered down, away from idiotsThisContinue reading “The Tyranny Of Our Modern Age”

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

Seeing All The Pretty People

Seeing all the pretty people Seeing them encased in glass All their assets on display Trimmed in polished brass Prancing & strutting proudly Unaware of their obligation Souls such as these Come with a re-appropriation Trade off for their gifts Liabilities detrimental & hyper Left in an excited state when It comes time to payContinue reading “Seeing All The Pretty People”

Low Evenings Persistently Intrude

Low evenings persistently intrude Fancy parties & sensitive souls Facades draped in lush decor Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels Witnessing dancers locked in solitude Push away the day We don’t need another slow reveal

It’s A Sparse Paradise These Days

It’s a sparse paradise these days Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn She’s still the poor pretty rich girl Never could get off the same page Repeated struggles to survive Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage Reality is an emotion detachedContinue reading “It’s A Sparse Paradise These Days”

My Love Rests Beyond The Ocean

My love rests beyond the ocean Beyond the miles I can’t control The one I need to return to The one whom is intertwined with my soul Marking stitches upon the globe I’m stuck on faraway shores Missing the girl who makes my heart smile Knowing I don’t want to travel anymore The world holdsContinue reading “My Love Rests Beyond The Ocean”

The Wind Howling At Midnight

  The wind howling at midnightBroken windows – open to the outside airExposed to the communal by-passerHer soul had fallen into disrepairFatigue & listless emotions manifestingImmune to careless complimentsTime to pause & regroup her focusHappiness born from common sense

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

Perfection laid out on satin sheets Beauty dripping away piece by piece Every dream slipped right through Life & loss masked by laughing creases He said you were everything he desired Burning deep in his soul, but you refused Moving too fast to stop & notice him Yet you cry foul, saying you were abusedContinue reading “Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets”

Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups

Drinking black coffee out of Delta cupsThe cheap seats listening to Empire BurlesqueMixed metaphors crawling in the nightStill pondering why a raven is like a writing desk Dislodged tea parties & cries of NevermoreThe world swiftly swirling all around meReducing myself into my wordsHiding now within punctuation & necessity Unsure of our place in timeTriangulationsContinue reading “Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups”

I’m Still A Child 

  I’m still a child I don’t care for your haughty tones Such an upright citizen Plugged your soul into your phone But I’m still telling stories of Neverland I’m the Pan – crowing wild & free Not living within your societal realms I wouldn’t want you to forget I’m still me Image by Steve Bidmead from Pixabay

A Cup Of Coffee Sounds Mighty Nice

A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice Talking away hours in the sun Warmth after this long cold winter Experiences overall count as one Coming times to start all over No need to hesitate or soften your walk Forced feelings fall a little short Take time & measure when you talk A friend is aContinue reading “A Cup Of Coffee Sounds Mighty Nice”

I Never Said I Was Good At This

I never said I was good at this I have no fancy training or school I just close my eyes & spill my soul Without any regard if it will be cool I’m a bush league hack at my best Wandering my way through eternity Endless reams within your dreams But I’ll never be aContinue reading “I Never Said I Was Good At This”

SkyFall

  It’s not a crime to be pretty Wearing rented dresses, searching for a breadwinner Socialites & other plastic people No redeeming qualities, but she wants to be thinner Her vagina will accept almost anything Whether it be dollars, pounds, marks or kroner A consummate professional at all times She expects to be well paidContinue reading “SkyFall”

Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface

Running my fingers upon the smooth surfaceKeeping them always against the grainI know my way through the RedwoodsThey’re my protection against the dark stains Born in the high desert among the cactiFaint echoes from mission bells of yoreGreat things come from fools with faithMisguided souls remain thirsty for more Stubborn & obstinate as hardwoodNeeding myContinue reading “Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface”

I’m Not Anywhere Near Perfect

I’m not anywhere near perfect Contrary to your fictitious notions Examining me through a skewed lens Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean I’m not what you think you want Flawed in all the wrong places Underlining fragility & a fractured soul But you’re still focused on the pretty faces I can’t explain all theContinue reading “I’m Not Anywhere Near Perfect”

Searching Cavernous Souls

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 justContinue reading “Searching Cavernous Souls”

Most Guys

Most guys Will tell as many lies As it takes to get between your thighs But that’s not my goal I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole That has been left in my soul *this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94Continue reading “Most Guys”

I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life

  I’m trying to find the rhythm to life The way for our souls to feel fresh & free Purging the endless stress & strife Standing open in the sunshine, just you & me I’m trying to find more substance in life While being cleansed by the Lord’s cool sea Forever embracing my beloved, beautifulContinue reading “I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life”

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 inContinue reading “Surviving By The Bright Light of Day”

Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes

  Can we puncture our transcendent eyes Feeling fantasies no one can understand Trapped behind responsibility & expectation Failing to grasp foundations as we planned The difference in our souls transmit Expounded by the beatings of our hearts Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired But their might will never sever our parts You cannotContinue reading “Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes”

I’m Not Feeling Strong These Days

  I’m not feeling strong these days With my soul in traction Weakness seems to manifest itself Sustaining a chain reaction I’m not feeling invincible anymore With my heart on the gallows block Life can crush your spirit While we’re busy serving the clock I’m not feeling perfect, quite honestly But I know there’s toughnessContinue reading “I’m Not Feeling Strong These Days”

Picking Out Tunes From A Lost Childhood

Picking out tunes from a lost childhood Icons from an isolated life; memories fleeting Can’t keep track of my overblown tragedies My own imagination responsible for these beatings My past is a weight, tugging at my fragile soul Written missives, but she flew off to Ontario Shunning my offerings for a comprehensive life I speakContinue reading “Picking Out Tunes From A Lost Childhood”

Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned

  Attempting to maintain where imperfections shunned Marching toward time with the burden of flaws Waking to find age has not been kind Slowly decaying according to physics and natural laws Mortality; a stark reminder of life Leaving me kneeling with a heart full of hymns My soul rejecting this modern existence Yet, no matterContinue reading “Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned”

Emerging From The Cool Waters

Emerging from the cool waters Morning swim to ease my mind My soul’s been hacked I needed an escape to unwind Society is advancing But merely on the people’s rights Media’s a crooked lapdog We’re doomed if we refuse to unite

Creep Villanelle 

Resisting the urge to flatter Never taking such a leap Beauty the heart of the matter Ignored in your idle chatter Left feeling like a forgotten heap Resisting the urge to flatter The thoughts come, but soon scatter Keeping me from peaceful sleep Beauty the heart of the matter Love served on a silver platterContinue reading “Creep Villanelle “

Riding The Cooler Winds Back East

  Riding the cooler winds back east Someday my simple dreams will prevail Spent too many nights frozen & cold Once again lost, I know he’s on my trail Speak to me, for I’ll know if you tell the truth Look at me, so I’ll know we’ll make it through This soul damaged in theseContinue reading “Riding The Cooler Winds Back East”

Bumper To Bumper Traffic

  Bumper to bumper traffic Snarls, passive aggressive smiles Suburban assault vehicles & this goes on for miles Botox, plastic & hollow souls Perfection to drive you insane The things real housewives will do To get their child from the pick up lane     Image by Erich Westendarp from Pixabay

I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me

  I think you have the wrong notion of me I could be wrong, but it’s what I believe I’m neither the saint nor the villain In which your notions are trying to achieve I’m not nearly as arrogant as I portray That’s merely the manifestation of a fictional role I know confidence is sexyContinue reading “I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me”

A Palpable Desire

A palpable desire Feeling it from deep within Drowning my anxiety Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin Supposed to be a functioning adult But I say bollocks to all that noise It wasn’t all that long ago, still Running the streets with the boys Though I dress better now The soul leaking through the cracksContinue reading “A Palpable Desire”

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 dressContinue reading “Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls”

I Won’t Judge You

  I won’t judge you for your past I don’t care how your body looks Inward – we all contain equal souls We can all absorb the beauty of books Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats Great words are forever here to stay It is solely up to youContinue reading “I Won’t Judge You”

She’s Shakin’ Those Hips

She’s shakin’ those hips Drivin’ me wild with thirst If I try to tag along My mind’ll surly burst Please loosen my tie Could I have a slug of wine If I close my eyes Could she ever be mine It’s a delicate inferno Blazin’ through the night I find myself dry Only she’s inContinue reading “She’s Shakin’ Those Hips”

The Government Wants To Lock Me Up

    The government wants to lock me up For I don’t fit into their diabolic plan Turning society into robotic morons I just can’t continue to work for The Man Trying to sell us artificial stimulants Fickle airwaves that their bully pulpit bought Falsified histories & professional victims The system wipes us away withoutContinue reading “The Government Wants To Lock Me Up”

There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside

There’s something to be said for going outside Wallowing in the dirt, smearing it on your skin Returning your soul to the Earth, to be truly free There’s only one life; you’ve got to get it in Remove society’s reign over your instincts Dance unhindered; strip & frolic completely bare Be at peace with theContinue reading “There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside”

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 likeContinue reading “I Often Catch Myself”

Counting Out The Steps

Counting out the steps Crawling on all fours One, two three, one two, three You deny the circus, but they’re really yours Giving her another twirl We’re standing naked & stark You speak your pretentious slang Only exposed in the dark I’m here with your midnight medicine My beautiful babe, bottoms up! But I remainContinue reading “Counting Out The Steps”

Faith In A Baby Child

    I put my faith in a baby child & He will lead me I will follow in His path Being shown what I need to see I give Him my whole life I will seek His truth In my soul He does dwell Guiding me through days of youth His love will liftContinue reading “Faith In A Baby Child”

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 starsContinue reading “Tonight We’re Going To Step On Out”

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

Perfectly lined rows of trees Our escape from the mundane Shaking away tilted visions Of a ghostly morning train Remembering her latent beauty No place for such fickle motions Return to living your current life Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean

The John Wayne Type

I admit I’m not the John Wayne type I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe intoContinue reading “The John Wayne Type”

My Eye Keeps Twitching

My eye keeps twitching My soul being crushed by this stress No one wants to hear my bitching Pondering how to get out of this mess I’ve got to look out for #1 Everyone else is doing the same Need to survive until the setting sun I’ve always heard I’m in a losing game

The Man Has You Grinding Away

The man has you grinding away The organ makes the monkey dance You’re looking for the Promised Land But you never really had the chance You’re writing your soul on the page Friends support & love all they heard But the critics cry foul & laugh bitterly You’re only as good as your last word