Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hotTyping your best to empty all thought Pouring your soul into force upon the keysYour woman walks past with a dress above the knees Now you can’t think or type or stammer straightThe hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late You pray to the spirits of procastrinationContinue reading “Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot”

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”

Perhaps I’m A Bit More Prudish

Perhaps I’m a bit more prudishThan I ever expected myself to beShying away from their exhibitionsFolding my soul back into propriety Maybe I’m not as cool as you thoughtI’m more of a meandering old fellowWriting out lines of cautious fantasyWhereas reality reveals itself to be rather mellow

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”

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”

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”

Picturesque; Popular Version Of Perfection

Picturesque; popular version of perfectionFlawlessly designed for an afternoon trystBut there’s something broken in her smileIt appears her panties are in a twist Few could have complaints on her formWith that yoga toned & sculpted derrièreFeeding on kale & interweb attentionBut her soul smelled more like dairy air

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 without any thoughtContinue reading “The Government Wants To Lock Me Up”

The Man Has You Grinding Away

      The man has you grinding awayThe organ makes the monkey danceYou’re looking for the Promised LandBut you never really had the chance You’re writing your soul on the pageFriends support & love all they heardBut the critics cry foul & laugh bitterlyYou’re only as good as your last word

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

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 you ToContinue reading “I Won’t Judge You”

One Must Be A Seeker

One must be a seekerTo discover unique truth amongst the thornsHead down, hiding that grime I feel insideI’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn Trying to eek out a stable existenceWith all these storms heading my wayBut you have to want to be something moreNever content at the beginning of the day We’re bordering onContinue reading “One Must Be A Seeker”

Two Lost Souls, Like Beachcombers

Two lost souls, like beachcombersLooking for lost things; love & suchDistant memories of happinessThe feeling of being needed; a touchNestled within a Siren’s lullabyWe never could grasp our fateShrugging off the daily strugglesOur only choice is to circumnavigate

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 ScarsContinue reading “Unfolding Broken Dreams”

Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon

Disquieted moments in the afternoonThese Springtime rays have a golden hourReflecting youth into my weary eyesThe reassuring notion of dreampower Yet gone are the mornings we woke afreshOur mortal flesh reeling down on EarthLife; the thorn in the side of this existenceInternal fire requires our souls a wider berth The slings & arrows shall neverContinue reading “Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon”

An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPaleContinue reading “An Innocent Looking Soul”

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”

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”

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 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 sexy &Continue reading “I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me”

Blue Skies Are Returning

Blue skies are returningWe’re running headlong into SpringShake out all these Winter cobwebsLet the sunshine wake my soul to sing The flowers are returning to the earthSeasons change and its turning warmLet’s smile as we head outsideTime to stretch out your glorious form Your dress looks lovely upon your skinAlas, its time to remove someContinue reading “Blue Skies Are Returning”

Willfully Getting Lost In The Woods With My Woman

Willfully getting lost in the woods with my womanFar from the hordes of the sick & infectedShutting doors & leaving society behindOnce away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected Outside, I can find the crispness of nature& my pure, unencumbered path to be freeWrapping my soul within Winter’s chillThese unharnessed elements might be the key

Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration But that’s not the way you remembered they bled Choosing the perfect wording for posterity A trembling shadow of what the poets once said We once set out to create a fresh universe But that’s not the way I can any longer think Falling in love withContinue reading “Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration”

For Whom The Bell Jar Tolls

For whom the Bell Jar tollsChasing demons down the dark hallScratching an itch until it bleedsBeyond a fantasy that wasn’t there at all Never letting the imposter take holdGrowing larger in our own impressionSizing up unquestioned confidenceSurviving in spite of a soul’s transgression

Returning To Simplicity

Returning to simplicity Tossing out these fledgling fates Stunted growth increasing these days Hindered by our technological rates I don’t want to watch my soul wilt I want to break free & soak up the sunshine I’m through with this culture of victims You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine

I Am A Seeker Of Truth

I am a seeker of truthIn the darker moments of existenceWhen our souls are hurt& freedom is at an unfathomable distance Broken frameworks & deep mistrustWill you take me home after I’ve done my bitHonesty is the only way we’ll surviveOpen & earnest with the unblemished truth of it

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 lift me upContinue reading “Faith In A Baby Child”

Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies

Evading their ongoing tragediesForty summers spent down in the dirtWithstanding the weight of apocalypseEmerging; though slightly less overtBlast furnace of the afternoon sunDali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shoresPale riders within unabsorbed lightEmbracing purity through perception’s doorsThe paint of our secret love notesBut can only be read through the keyholeShying away from all public renditionsHer passionateContinue reading “Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies”

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 awayIgnitingContinue reading “Sheets & Reams Of The Nonsensical”

Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis

Trying to overcome an existential crisisHarking back to those foundational yearsEmerging out of my own wounded shadowStriving headlong into those ancient fearsTransitionally limping along these daysBut my injuries aren’t those to be seenNor the stretch marks upon my soulYearning for the notion of becoming cleanThroughout it all, forever fond of the BlondeWoman, hold me closeContinue reading “Trying To Overcome An Existential Crisis”

The Twinkling Of Stars At Night

The twinkling of stars at nightDispatched souls with nothing to loseOur lost matchbook fantasiesDwindling into aging suburban bluesNot fond of Covid nor the Spanish FluI’d rather have some Spanish FlyMix it in my cup, “yo baby, what’s up?”I’m still that awkward ass, abnormative guyFading time to time into darknessBut I try to emerge into theContinue reading “The Twinkling Of Stars At Night”

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 whatContinue reading “Unplugging From The Mainframe”

I’m Seeking A Truth

I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropesContinue reading “I’m Seeking A Truth”

She Controlled His Soul

She controlled his soulWigglin’ when he spooned herFrom the very first introductionHe knew he’d never be immune to herShe took these matters of seductionSeriously – made him sound like a croonerBut she still had those butterfliesWhenever he came home for a nooner

Just Because You’re The Inspiration

Just because you’re the inspiration Doesn’t mean you’re the intended Taking what life gives us Even those not comprehended Just because you’re the muse Doesn’t mean you’re the truth Finding open sores upon the soul Lingering there since early youth Just because you’re the source Doesn’t mean you’re all that real Gone once my fingersContinue reading “Just Because You’re The Inspiration”

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”

The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls

The world is full of villains & misguided soulsTrying to drag us down to where they forever dwellThey take advantage & find ways to get elected on liesSummoning their teams of bureaucrats to send us to hellThey have money, power & zero regard for the truthYou’d have to be deaf, dumb & blind to notContinue reading “The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls”

Just A Guy With A Pen

I’m not an artist, just a guy with a penUpon a lonely night, I started to writeI jotted down some rhymes for meTeen angst channeled into the lightI’ve never looked back to thinkI just keep writing over the decadesI don’t edit my feelings nor judge youPurely an attempt for the soul not to fade

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 realnessContinue reading “Awake Early In The Naked, Teal Morning”

Aviation Exhaust & Diesel Fumes

Aviation exhaust & diesel fumesHands, face & soul; covered in grimeExpectations placed firmlyI’ll relax when we have the timeWandering this lonely vesselBefore passageway lights go redSlowly searching these oceansWhen I’d rather be with you instead

Sometimes I Don’t Want To Love You

Sometimes I don’t want to love youBut I know there’s no real choiceMy heart longs for your touchYour kisses give my soul a voiceSometimes you don’t make it easyBut we always make it throughThis world is a beautiful placeMuch better since I share it with you

These Stories Are Figments Of Hope

These stories are figments of hope Simple words from a mind of an everyday man These theatrics of an unknown sort Living through each day without scope or plan Journey to the water’s edge to find a salve To bathe our souls in God’s great sea I’m not close to your idea of perfection ButContinue reading “These Stories Are Figments Of Hope”

Offering Up A Minimalism

Offering up a minimalismFinding cool without effortNot weak enough to shareTough; never going to revertA mental state removedNot allowing for them to killMy soul still beating todayThe essence won’t be distilledTry as you forever mightI won’t be boiled down to a wordNo single thought or characterAll my expressions slowly heard

It’s Not About Me

It’s not about me Focus away from my chipped soul Fragile dreams creaked as I reach daylight Caught in our midsummer’s lull Drinking wine out of a teacup This soul embarrassing when exposed Hoping to numb our sensibilities While we lay naked & juxtaposed

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”

Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses

Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed assesSpending the morning listening to the BluesAn old soul within that youthful mindframeToe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoosI begin to think I’m the one luredBut all we have between us is coffee stained mug ringsEmbrace the possibilities of the momentJoin in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BBContinue reading “Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses”

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”

Another Day Of Cold Coffee & Inspirational Songs

Another day of cold coffee & inspirational songs I’m trying to survive with all my might I’m not looking to be acceptable Merely wishing to cherish what’s in my sight Ink smudges quietly upon my palms Unsure of my words, failing with adequate prose Years fall into decades, but still I’m flailing; conjuring an incompleteContinue reading “Another Day Of Cold Coffee & Inspirational Songs”

Dodging Trains With The Lost Boys

Dodging trains with the Lost BoysFeeling free in the midnight hourNothing can keep us on the groundLaughing in faces of those who wish us dourFreedom begins with your own soulNo matter the toilsome tasks or nautical milesI’ll smirk & continue to playFor there’s a revolution within my smile   Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

The Indoctrination Is Complete

  The indoctrination is completeThey molded you just rightRemoving the will to struggleStripping you of the desire to fightYou work for them these daysA concise, common goalGone are the thoughts of freedomAn iron fist smashing your soulNo longer an individualLost all your character traitsYou belong to the system nowLet your bones fill with hate

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”

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”

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 “

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

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