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 on

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 Scars

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 never

Overcast Navy Sailing Away

Overcast Navy sailing away Pull up your trousers (black silk) Your stay here has been cut short Prominent sundresses & of that ilk Humid weather slowing me down Manicured hands releasing winds to blow Settle into your newly structured mind We never asked you to row so slow Not listening to rumors on the deckplates

I’m Not Going To Forfeit This Life

I’m not going to forfeit this life Grasping at reality along the way Running headlong into risk Finding out what the youth have to say Nurturing growth & development Truth remains after their neglected lie Sweat falls from my brow – a start We can’t let the dream of freedom die   Image by Tibor

The World Is Burning Around Us

The world is burning around usSo much hate & confusion in the crowdMisdirection & a body of liesTruth has no relation to just how loudDon’t know if you can trust anyone these daysBut I refuse to remain ignorant anymoreShutting out all their aggressionsReturning to peace with the click of my door

A Study In Inexact Notions

A study in inexact notionsDifferences upon the prospective sceneOur unruly burdens confound usNothing to save us when life turns mean Yet we can never let apathy rule the dayIn these times, we must be all the more awareKnowing truth can be unpopularYet compassion is the way to genuinely care

Ghosts In The Library

Ghosts in the library – off the rackWhere truth far outweighs the proseTender voices of passed miraclesRemembering eventually that’s how life goes

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

Incomplete Rants Are Broken Thoughts

Incomplete rants are broken thoughtsAntique shutters dangle in the breezeVaccinated by expired truth serumsEye twitches; our hostess is ill at ease Yet remaining upright on the pageOur fate wrapped in a trickster’s charmSubtle strokes without remorseOnly dried ink leaves us disarmed Subverting all the easy answersSacred is our fundamental right to chooseHowever your speculations driftCut

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 up

Junky Little Notes

Junky little notesThrowaway lines on the postmodern stageCultural fragmentation in empty streetsTruth whittled away on an evaporating pageThe disillusionment of an appropriated lifeWhile the world’s on fire; downright ablazeThe American Dream sold off to the lowest bidderFeeling dissociative in these recent raucous daysOur dishonest & unaccountable governmentAre trying to sell you their uninspired visionTrying to

Lost In A Deteriorating Moment

Lost in a deteriorating momentWhat more can we do to be freeClose our eyes to the darknessTiptoeing quietly, down to the seaSearching franticly for the answerBut the obvious truth is often a ghostFalse memories are unruly traipsesInclinations leading me, down the coastIs there a way to be clean againTo bathe in the ocean’s gentle roarHope

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 misanthropes

If You Met Me In Person

If you met me in personYou’d think I was an uninteresting guyThat I had no personalityBut the truth is I can be painfully shyBut if you let my words speakI can flourish & blossom before your eyesThere might be something worthyIf only you can wait for the surprise

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 fingers

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 not

Sheep In Wolves’ Clothing

    Sheep in wolves’ clothing Alone in the natural spirals A delicate peace teetering In a time when hate’s gone viral A profound wilderness With the Shepherd long forsaken Truth & reason at risk With Faith’s foundations shaken Does compassion still exist Love faltering/dreams now monochrome The Devil removing his mask Once he’s comfortably

Love Letters To Myself

Love letters to myselfA hug written upon a notecardScribbles for no one elseSometimes life is just too hardTaking moment away from the herdBreak off from all that I knowLosing myself in nature’s gloryWords can slow the overflowBreathe – just letting it happenSoon, I’ll be able to take some moreReflecting my small truthsIt’s easier to recover

A Naked Woman Upon The Figurehead

A naked woman upon the figureheadStanding proud in the breezeCalling to the Sirens & wenchesKnowing the truth of these seasHer beauty remaining firm & intactThe ship around her orange with rustThe sailors with splinters in their palmsFor she has a wooden bust

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 realness

Answers Lurking In The Shadows

Answers lurking in the shadowsThough sometimes never foundWe may have loved & lost& our hearts forced undergroundThere is always some eternal truthTraipsing back from your forgotten youth

Such A Beautiful Specimen

Such a beautiful specimenAs I’m sailing through a mirageBlue waters falling into crystal eyesMore interested in her décolletageAspirations following the deep nightKnowing the truth of a certain fashionToe to toe & inequality reignsMy only hope lies in enthusiastic passion

I’m Driving Down By The Beach

I’m driving down by the beach Radio tuned to Lana Del Rey Trying to turn back the clock Warm, salty air to celebrate the day Looking for a moment to feel alive To relive the trappings of youth Ignoring the aches of aging To deny the inescapable truth

The Blazing Summer Sun

The blazing summer sun Attacking my pigment White thighs Gonna need aloe vera treatment Tender pink meat exposed Another bout of the Irish curse Naked flesh so easily burnt Need to be saved by a smokin’ hot nurse Can’t speak like that in 2020 I assure you, I truly understand But my perverted tendencies The

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 these

Sitting Here Dissenting All Forms Of Gov’t

Sitting here dissenting all forms of gov’t Looking for answers in these coffee grounds Uncovering more & more hatred, with less hope These political ovations do nothing but compound Society has gone astray, Jesus take the wheel We’re all being watched by a perched black bird Incoherent shrieks & mumbles of “Nevermore” Universities stacked with

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

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

We Have Different Moments To Emerge

Image by Attila Marosi from Pixabay 

Feigning The Glamorous Life

Her Concept

      Closing my hand around her conceptThe starkness of her blonde aspirationSeeing the truth behind her veilMy ministrations lead to her liberation

It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory Writing

Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth

Cavernous depression falling down without truth Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box Finding out the little control we have while we’re here Knowing the

You’re Holding Expectations

You’re holding expectationsNeeding me to be a better guyWishing I was more successfulHating my truth; you’d prefer a lieSo I wander within my own skinTo become what you want in a manEach day, I’m ever more the pirateSoon, they’re be no more Peter Pan

Don’t Pull Myth Out Of The Truth

Don’t pull myth out of the truth Don’t strip me of a certain beauty Reality is far too painful for reason To ease the hurt, our fortuitous duty

Knowing The Bottom Of The Depths

Knowing the bottom of the depthsUntold theories where passion liesEncased all in a delicate French laceThe truth that logic & gravity defies Earthbound creatures can’t be understoodIt’s simply not in our fallible DNAAttempted in conversational tonesBut we’ve lost connection anyway Trying to find a way back to the meaningReason doesn’t apply to moments like thisDisregard

Disturbed Themes & Distant Thrombosis

Disturbed themes & distant thrombosisA hitch in your giddy-up when it’s time for teaTranscendental visitationsFrom dreams may come answers to our makeshift reality Pouring over the brackish tomes with devotionGentlemen & ladies of letters; luminaries of thoughtBut truth doesn’t cure our limited capacitiesBare harbingers of the illiterations we’ve wrought We’ve taken ill in our posh-marked

Stephen Fry

“I am a lover of truth, a worshipper of freedom, a celebrant at the alter of language and purity and tolerance.” – Stephen Fry

Unlocking Inspiration In The Night

Unlocking inspiration in the nightEmerging from the shadows & dark placesRising from a migrant slumberNew life without any of the fragile tracesA travesty banished to the pastAlong with all heartache & fearEndless scribbles upon discarded paperThe truth within ink stains & pencil smears

Tracing Toes To Thighs

  Tracing toes to thighs Knowing how the game is played & the truth I’ll never deny Everything I do, I do to get laid

Tired.

Tom Waits

  “If you’re in the middle of the ocean, with no flippers and no life preserver and you hear a helicopter, this is music. You have to adjust to your needs at the moment.” – Tom Waits

While We Were Off Sleeping

  While we were off sleeping The rains whipped themselves up in a squall The flowers rose from their dormant stature We were left to discover what never was at all Stripped away our delinquent delusions Forced to find the truth of this precipitation Life is a fragile balance of our dreams Love draws us

Celestial Bodies Writhe

Celestial bodies writhe She may not be an answer But perhaps she’s the key At the end of the Earth You find no more ground Dust falling off the coast Sail around for awhile Nurture love & freedom Return to find me here Within her, I find truth A value to be upheld Know the

Joss Whedon

  “Remember to always be yourself. Unless you suck.” ― Joss Whedon

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