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

Smelling Coffee Long Before

  Smelling coffee long before These tired eyes were ever meant to open Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people No time like now, so here’s to hopin’ The day started & it’s past time to rise One foot out & eventually the other leg I’m going to need more of this magic juice I feel society

The Molten Life-Sustaining Elixir

The molten life-sustaining elixir Down the gullet another cup is poured Pitch black; the only way to drink An awakening that just won’t be ignored Stretching my arms into the morning Reaching to take the sun in my embrace Another sip; life will be mine Success is surviving; sunshine on your face

Blue Skies Are Returning

Blue skies are returningWe’re running headlong into SpringShake out all these Winter cobwebsLet the sunshine wake my soul to sing The flowers are returning to the earthSeasons change and its turning warmLet’s smile as we head outsideTime to stretch out your glorious form Your dress looks lovely upon your skinAlas, its time to remove some

The Weird Specifics Of A Dream

The weird specifics of a dreamThe foundering theories of the sunrisePossibilities for an endless dawnDispelled traits when we finally open our eyesThese are our prosperous timesWhen we find the inspiration to achieveMinutes into hours of falling sandBut once we wake, can you still believe

Attempting To Maintain Where Imperfections Shunned

  Attempting to maintain where imperfections shunned Marching toward time with the burden of flaws Waking to find age has not been kind Slowly decaying according to physics and natural laws Mortality; a stark reminder of life Leaving me kneeling with a heart full of hymns My soul rejecting this modern existence Yet, no matter

Waking Up To Exposed Sunshine

Waking up to exposed sunshineI find myself easily seducedOnce I tried become a StoicBut with my heart, it’s no useI’m a hopeless romanticBut I try not to let anyone knowIn this disheveled morningI’ll have another merlot

I’ll Take My Coffee Black

I’ll take my coffee blackDarker than my dreamsWake from this slumberShake her from the reams

Waking Up Before The Sun

Waking up before the sunTo quietly drink coffee & readI have this worn & aging bodyBut a youthful intellect to feedTake advantage of the still hoursBefore the chaos of my daughtersSoon I’ll be tied up like Gulliver& this coffee won’t get any hotter

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching for

Sitting Above The Town

Sitting above the town Talking low in the neon’s glow Discussing romance & bathtub gin We’re no experts, save what the shadows know Rejecting chemical imbalance theories Sunshine blocked out by the billboards Late afternoon excursions to avoid reality A gentle touch to escape the heinous hordes But the truth cannot be forever skirted Some

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

We Kept Dancing

We kept dancing Long after the record stopped spinning On the verge of your dreams The fire’s low; the air is thinning What happens tomorrow  & long after we’ve awoken Will these dreams ever return Will this spell be forever broken

The Greatest Coffee Ever.

“No, you have to pour more in.” “This is okay. You don’t want to use too much.” “The color is off.” “I’m getting there.” “Okay, I think it is time to stir.” “Yeah, I think so.” The elves were perched upon his old coffee mug. Together they were stirring the creamer in with all their

This Is Life.

This is life. This is reality. When the pretty words drip away When the party’s over You’ve still got to wake & face the day Digital lovers lavish heaps of praise Complimenting you on your magnificent blog While you neglect the physical world Always remember that pain & loneliness are analog

You Have All Your Beautiful Decorations

You have all your beautiful decorations Your Louis bag & Burberry coat Flaunting everything which couldn’t be Knowing how to get my bloody throat You’ll find your adornments gone someday They’ll suddenly be missing as you wake Feeling distraught with nothing left You’ll be lonely without any Real Estate You’ll have no glamour & no