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”

A Wink from Her To Get My Heart A-Revving

  A wink from her to get my heart a-revving Her pink negligee hanging below her knee Soft skin turns into hardened intentions The promise of a night of debauchery A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom Visions of adulation thoroughly taut I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency A fine suited man removing aContinue reading “A Wink from Her To Get My Heart A-Revving”

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”

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”

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

Life Rocks Us Silently

Life rocks us silentlyRising & falling with the boatVisions held most dearWithin these stories I wroteRemoved my choice of realityBut here I’ll take my standFirm between the swellsWith gentle reminders of Neverland

I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It

  I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system I don’t care if kindnessContinue reading “I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It”

Life Should Have More Dancing

Life should have more dancing More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off herContinue reading “Life Should Have More Dancing”

Summer Girls/Winter Women

Summer girls/winter womenRefreshing my sullen mindTaste of joyous inspirationLove heightened upon rewindBasking in the light of sunshineEnergized by glorious visionsThe heat dwells deep withinPassion rising in absolute precision Image by mskathrynne from Pixabay 

Finding Refuge In My Dreams

Finding refuge in my dreamsTraipsing through Baudelaire’s flowersI sing a silent dirge to my soulTracing her petals within Summer’s showerCaught in the currents of misstepsFormer words no longer voicedLightness of a delicate visionWe heard the morning’s rain rejoicePolitely declining a dreadful umbrellaWalking out, always been man enough to weepSoaked; tears all the way throughDrowning; maybeContinue reading “Finding Refuge In My Dreams”

Looking For A New Sunshine

Looking for a new sunshineEclipses as the morning growsCoffee slowly loses its warmthThe way only the fatigued might knowSleepless nights convort to visionsDreams well placed into our eyesCaffeine not enough to shake soulsWaking to these cotton candy skiesSpinning my empty cup on the tableAttempts at any fully formed thoughtMy mind completely wiped cleanI spy myContinue reading “Looking For A New Sunshine”

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