Sailing Out On The Good Ship

Sailing out on the good shipPrevailing winds ensuring a clear pathForegoing the unexplained existenceForging headlong into nature’s wrathArctic waters surrounding our viewDiligent sailors crewing this steel boatPerpetually longing for a illusive homeBut buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat

Our Olden Fantasies

Our olden fantasiesNot quite matching casual conversationThe heart’s silent secretsMasked by our gilded incantations A kind smile to hide our fearsThe dreams left by the tragic shoreBut there’s always a way back homeTo drink from the hopeful waters to finally restore

I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal

I didn’t mean to get too personalI merely noticed your exposed slipMy thoughts took me to uncharted watersThinking of us – alone- a subtle skinny dipAn abandoned wedding gown crumpledThe satin too white against your laceI didn’t know what I was supposed to feelThough I could see the muted joy in your faceYou kicked offContinue reading “I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal”

Only Loyal To The Dead

Only loyal to the deadKeeping faith with those gone beforeThoughts hard to shake looseMy left foot dragging on the floorWhat did I drink last nightHer voice pounding in my headRegret fills me from withinI know I should have drank water instead

Lost Beneath The Shipwreck

Lost beneath the shipwreckDown at the bottom of the coveSuffering from the scurvyWith scant upon our old wood stoveNo fresh water nor ripe fruitAlone with only countless talesDoomed with no audience nor friendFate of those who chase the whale

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

These Stories Are Figments Of Hope

These stories are figments of hope Simple words from a mind of an everyday man These theatrics of an unknown sort Living through each day without scope or plan Journey to the water’s edge to find a salve To bathe our souls in God’s great sea I’m not close to your idea of perfection ButContinue reading “These Stories Are Figments Of Hope”

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

I’m Tired Of Being So Dry

I’m tired of being so dry In need of an outlet to release my brain Creativity gone; leaving me stagnant Building into a wreck of anxiety & pain My thoughts stunted by vapid feelings Finding myself too tense, filled with stress Needing to drink from restorative waters Like those I found under her dress

Emerging From The Cool Waters

Emerging from the cool waters Morning swim to ease my mind My soul’s been hacked I needed an escape to unwind Society is advancing But merely on the people’s rights Media’s a crooked lapdog We’re doomed if we refuse to unite