Now That I’m Old…

Now that I’m old, there’s no chance to be cool I’m that creepy lurker passing the delicates isle Finding myself lost in nebulous thought Youth dropping their eyes while I try to smile You can’t be friendly when you’re a certain age Somewhere along the line, I missed my cue Oblivious to the graffiti onContinue reading “Now That I’m Old…”

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

I Fell Out Of Jerry’s Beard

  I fell out of Jerry’s beard That trip was critical & weird Pushin’ the limit in this life Don’t confuse me with strife Keep your learned looks I’ll steal a trove of books Answers come when they please Send me back to sail the seas I’ll dry off at the Westward Ho! For itContinue reading “I Fell Out Of Jerry’s Beard”

Reading The Errant Pages

Reading the errant pagesCrumpling after each one is readA gentle eye befallen the paperRevising what each one has pleadWastebasket- a lifetime awayHoping it’s not the destiny of them allSlowly, sacred thoughts formLiving in the weird space of my scrawl

I’m Not Worried What You Think Is Silly Or Weird

I’m not worried what you think is silly or weirdI’m not concerned with judgements nor opinionated chatterThe world exists outside any of my controlI refuse to change & become another useless natterLet me continue on & be steadfast in being meThe strength of a persevering personalityShining on with a decorous grinJaunting forth; shunning your beliefsContinue reading “I’m Not Worried What You Think Is Silly Or Weird”

Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes

  Can we puncture our transcendent eyes Feeling fantasies no one can understand Trapped behind responsibility & expectation Failing to grasp foundations as we planned The difference in our souls transmit Expounded by the beatings of our hearts Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired But their might will never sever our parts You cannotContinue reading “Can We Puncture Our Transcendent Eyes”