Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk

Poets, artists & mischievous folk Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories Stories of unfounded revolutions Their propaganda always makes me a little leery Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion Allowing me to remain high on dopamine Though I’ve never been one for public consumption Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen Image by Karolina Grabowska fromContinue reading “Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk”

Trying To Recreate Life

Trying to recreate life In spite of these ink-stained fingers The smudges in the interior margins Forgotten, yet where light tends to linger These days aren’t so easily understood I contradict back onto myself Leaving traces in my erratic wake All I know – Love has been my only true wealth

Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    Dimples; the marks of the fairies Their love touched upon the very faces Chosen to endure above the others Dimmed, but remaining vague traces Magic’s residue upon your life Nature knowing what is true Selected to be special Out of all the woods, they settled upon you

thinking nostalgic thoughts

thinking nostalgic thoughtson an empty stomachrediscovering grunge tunesstuck at home in a pandemicremembering the pain of high schoolcouldn’t fit in anywherereliving dark momentswhere it could’ve endedremembering lost loves& how warm they made you feelbut you know it wasn’t realleaving you cold & aloneabandoned until life truly began.

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”

Faded Perceptions Of Underlying Joy

Faded perceptions of underlying joyTime weathers away what is trueHard residue of the glittering spoilsReturning everything back to youThe sun bleaches your most preciousSalt-laden & resolving to remainChipped & authentically realBeauty seldom exists without pain

This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale

This Pirate is an old wives’ talePassed on by sorority sisters these daysMythical pleasure & infatuation –Fluttering love; let them count the waysWorld renowned for his nautical exploitsBut it’s not true they were all naughtyLegends told of a bad boy untrue, forThat infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day

  Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludesContinue reading “Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day”

Avoiding Those Trendy Spots

Avoiding those trendy spotsIt’s just never been my styleI’m a bit more low key than thatNo sense in unnecessary trialsCrowds are wildly irrationalI have no desire to submit myselfLet me recoil from this societyContentment in solitude is my true wealth

These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration

These notebooks drip with inspiration Thoughts of passion in so many words Raw relations developed from a focused mind You want more, but you used to call me a nerd Back in school, you were the height of popularity I still remember how your indifference stung Time does wonders in both directions Beauty fades evenContinue reading “These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration”

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

Seeking Out The Sunshine

  Seeking out the sunshineGrasping at anything brightEchoes from the hauntingHowls from deep in the nightTaking the long way homeAway from all things too muchAvoiding stress & transgressionsTrappings of modernity & suchWe shall find an answerWithin the confines of peaceOur aims are good & trueSeeking out love until the end of life’s lease

Public Declarations Of My Love

Public declarations of my loveLetting all the people knowShouting to the HeavensInto the gusts my words shall flowTaking the high road to oblivionA world testing my ability to be trueBattered & fatigued, but not beatenThey’ll realize all I want is you

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”

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”