Knowing There’s Life Out There

  Knowing there’s life out there Between the barren branches Tying your coat a little tighter To fend off the avalanches Winter will try to kill you You must fight to see the Spring Warm each other under sheets Flip over & let me do my thing

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”

Headed Downtown For The Literary Type

Headed downtown for the literary typeSearching for the scribes of our weary dayTo heal my heart with words that matterI’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way Falling stars may not mean much to youBut I’m here without any expectation or hopeWhere do we find our reasons for loveEven we can kill our dreams,Continue reading “Headed Downtown For The Literary Type”

The Voices Come Calling

The voices come calling Like shattered visitors in the night Darkness expunged within thought Auditioning words; trying to get it right Vapid orations coming from the podium Stacks of the wrong books & loose leaf notes The dumbing down makes a tedious existence But ideas are the traditional spark of an antidote

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 toContinue reading “Junky Little Notes”

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”

I’m Not A Perfect Dream


I’m not a perfect dreamBut I’m not a perfect messI’m somewhere in betweenBut I’m probably a little lessI’m out here trying my bestUsually in darkness before the dayI find at times I just need a hug& for her to tell me I’ll be okay

I Don’t Know What The Hell I’m Doing

I don’t know what the hell I’m doingI’m just trying to feel my way throughThis existence offers many pitfallsWorking within our struggles, those BluesThere’s only one way to survive hereYou’ve got to continue to fight your urgesFinding the right path to paradisePiecing together words to sing the dirty dirges

Stayed Up All Night Trying To Write

  Stayed up all night trying to write I still can’t get you out of my head Sleep didn’t come easy this night Giving anything to only go to bed The clock ticks past two & three Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be Another scotchContinue reading “Stayed Up All Night Trying To Write”

Dancing Socialites & Reformed Ladies

  Dancing socialites & reformed ladies Choices of the malevolently absurd Not really what you figured to be Those weren’t the chances you heard Life tries to knock us all off The rugged seem tenacious & alive Tapping toes with your perfect partner Where do we step when we want to survive

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 WritingContinue reading “It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn”

Floating Through The World

Floating through the world Soaking up life like a sponge Trying hard to wipe away pain To rid yourself of this grunge Each night another debacle Colorful dusk marking time set Building your wall before alarm Shredded by demons not yet met

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”

She’s Watching Me

She’s watching me Trying to act shy & coy She wants me to think I’ll be her very first boy She’s loving me Sold on a negative trip Acting so confident Notice her exposed slip She’s needing me What a beautiful mess Pick up her dreams & her fallen dress

The Sea Villanelle

  A love that’s only known to me Weigh anchor – Sail with the tide When I’m off exploring the sea A lass that’s sassy & steadily free Couldn’t forget her, Lord knows I tried A love that’s only known to me When the winds cry like a Banshee The ocean will be my endlessContinue reading “The Sea Villanelle”

Flipping Through Magazines

Flipping through magazines Trying to find my darling girl She’s been gone awhile now She left to see the world She’ll be coming home soon & we can end this silly game My God, I love her so But she doesn’t know my name