Returning To The World

  Returning to the world Finding life left unraveled A smile never so grand Home the best place traveled Warmth of simple comforts Never trading precious delights Beauty in these open arms Darkness eclipsed by light

Transitional Glories Of The Forlorn

Transitional glories of the forlornWhere do we begin to find solaceAncient cries of those forgivenTrading a reckoning for eternal bliss Standing high on a sailor’s mountSearching for souls in which to confideA bounty shall be easily & surely lostYet remaining steadfast with the coming tide

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”

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

Swapping Daisy Buchanan For Lady Brett

Swapping Daisy Buchanan for Lady BrettDreams & visions traded for a martini glassThe swirls of ice resemble their heartsThe disappearing notion of the dignified classSo we raise a toast for decent luckThese three olives constitute her daily menuDancing off silently out onto the verandaSubtly becoming her own performance venue

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our youngerContinue reading “Sitting At The Windowsill”

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”

I’d Trade All Those Gold Doubloons

I’d trade all those gold doubloonsFor another morning with youTasting your sweet nectarInspiring the day to be fresh & newI don’t want fame nor gloryI just want to be naked under the coversSatisfying & emotionally preparing youSending you out into the world; a happy lover

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”