I Won’t Judge You

I won’t judge you for your past I don’t care how your body looks Inward – we all contain equal souls We can all absorb the beauty of books Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats Great words are forever here to stay It is solely up to you ToContinue reading “I Won’t Judge You”

Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk

Poets, artists & mischievous folk Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories Stories of unfounded revolutions Their propaganda always makes me a little leery Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion Allowing me to remain high on dopamine Though I’ve never been one for public consumption Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen Image by Karolina Grabowska fromContinue reading “Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk”

Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek

Poseurs, pacifists & poets reek Sitting high on a lifeguard shack Nighttime cloaked down upon us Words in darkness never taken back Ocean waves break the silence tonight Only our thoughts to be heard otherwise Isolation not what you thought it’d be Tearing out your incessant broken eyes Midnight sounds to be held on tightContinue reading “Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek”

What Do I Do With My Words

What do I do with my words How do I contain when they start to leak Like the Little Dutch Boy Who’s listening when I start to speak But I can’t worry about the audience I’ve got to keep playing my own tune The steady groover with the proper notes When it comes to ourContinue reading “What Do I Do With My Words”

I’m Enthralled By The Details Under Your Dress

    I’m enthralled by the details under your dress I’m focused on lace & the embroidered rose I’m here to pay attention & relieve your stress Whispers words that won’t leave your legs closed   Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

This Head Won’t Be Controlled

This head won’t be controlled There’s no way you can tame Wild by its very nature Sweet by any other name Don’t judge me, lady Savage, feral & barbaric for sure My words might be, but my Hair’s anything but demure

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”

Watching Them March You Down The Hall

Watching them march you down the hallEmpty auditoriums to drown out your wordsWriting out rants my mouth will never reciteThe world run not by the cool but angry nerds Step away and log out of their data systemsWe’ll send out love & peace in serial formNever trusted anyone with such confidenceWe’ll burn their egos toContinue reading “Watching Them March You Down The Hall”

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

Transfiguring Lips Into Fabergé Petals

Transfiguring lips into Fabergé petals Feeling decadent painting the night sky Let us rejoice with our illustrious words Palpitating deliberately when bliss is nigh These fanciful & bountiful thoughts of yonder Possibly plentiful but not quite enough for us Imaginative; creating a softer substantial side We’re most serene when we’re a bit mussed

I’m Seeking A Truth

I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move Typing on this old handmedown machine to transform My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropesContinue reading “I’m Seeking A Truth”

If You Met Me In Person

If you met me in personYou’d think I was an uninteresting guyThat I had no personalityBut the truth is I can be painfully shyBut if you let my words speakI can flourish & blossom before your eyesThere might be something worthyIf only you can wait for the surprise

Feeding Page After Page Into The Typewriter

Feeding page after page into the typewriterI feel like a Saint from a forgotten realmThey could really write back thenKeeping an even keel with one hand on the helmI’m not the pirate you bargained forSimple words of varying degreesI write of the love you’ve desiredBut when I only smile, you call me a tease

With The Inmates Running The Asylum

With the inmates running the asylum The cavernous tunnels are cold & dank It can be difficult to remember the faces The ones who put you here, the ones to thank But we’re not twiddling our thumbs at night We’re sharpening our words for vengeful retort You think we’re numbed & harmless fools Our bunker:Continue reading “With The Inmates Running The Asylum”

We’re Painting The Roses Red

We’re painting the roses red When I spill my bottle of wine Laughing the silly words we said Running through the sunshine Gathering inspiration to write Leaning against their picket fence Together & the songs we recite Friendship allows life to make sense

I Don’t Use Umbrellas, Dear

I don’t use umbrellas, dearI’d rather dance in the rainLet it cascade gently overCleansing us of lingering painLet me take you in my armsInto your dreams – my words will pushLooking deep into my eyesAs I squeeze your tush

Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day

  Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludesContinue reading “Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day”

I’m Pounding These Keys

I’m pounding these keysTrying to create a landmarkSomething to last through timeA rhyme to set off a sudden sparkI’m vain in ways I won’t admitA schedule of words upon the pageFormulas/equations for me to disconnectMemories for after I’ve withered into age

I Have A Secret

I have a secret Scribbling in the margins The poetry of opera halls Burning drinks of gargled sin A letter to the editor Words chosen for us tonight The opinions of a fool With only a pretty girl left to recite

Love Letters To Myself

Love letters to myselfA hug written upon a notecardScribbles for no one elseSometimes life is just too hardTaking moment away from the herdBreak off from all that I knowLosing myself in nature’s gloryWords can slow the overflowBreathe – just letting it happenSoon, I’ll be able to take some moreReflecting my small truthsIt’s easier to recoverContinue reading “Love Letters To Myself”

Guiding Honor Of The Fallen

Guiding honor of the fallenValkyries of the nightWith ragged & rugged wingsTaking to unheralded flight They’ve had their warsThey returned, albeit brokenSurviving the tragic gameInternalizing words not spoken Silenced trumpets by the sideUndying love of those who protectCan’t fathom the burdens they carry& for everything, you have my respect

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

These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration

These notebooks drip with inspiration Thoughts of passion in so many words Raw relations developed from a focused mind You want more, but you used to call me a nerd Back in school, you were the height of popularity I still remember how your indifference stung Time does wonders in both directions Beauty fades evenContinue reading “These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration”

Awake Early In The Naked, Teal Morning

Awake early in the naked, teal morning Still wet from dancing in the rain My subconscious kissing her femininity But the memories remain love-stained Her fingers gripping my shoulders Our souls constantly trying to absorb Soft, low moans quietly evident I’m enchanted by her fleshy orbs We’re exposed in the light of dawn A realnessContinue reading “Awake Early In The Naked, Teal Morning”

Picking Up My Girl Along The Way

Picking up my girl along the way A short enough skirt that’ll surely tease Soft tones upon the extinguished day Wine & song that I might forever please Snapping fingers & popping buttons Ample latitude that I might play her fool Admittedly; for her touch I’m a glutton My own words reveal me to stillContinue reading “Picking Up My Girl Along The Way”

The Frivolity Of Her Words

The frivolity of her words Wishing they had deeper meanings Sunk down low in her chair The cafe the source of her scheming Dim lights allowing her to see Answers within these tea leaves Burned memories & villainous hexes It only mattered if she truly believed

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”

I Just Want You To Love Me Enough

I just want you to love me enough To be impressed by these words I write To be flattered & thoroughly aroused Granting us a bacchanalian night I just want you to love me profusely Passionately; all the years through To be by my side until the Pearly Gates For that’s how I feel aboutContinue reading “I Just Want You To Love Me Enough”

Seeing The Outline Of Curves Beneath Your White Shirt

  Seeing the outline of curves beneath your white shirtI’m trying to focus on the words you so eloquently sayI respect you completely, but I’m a weak manAllowing my primal urges to get in my mind’s way

Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams

  Those words come to me in those coffee dreams A spontaneous marvel of literary delight There’s a difference between manufactured beauty & a real beauty, founded by nature’s authentic right But I can’t explain the nuances with the definition I’m not one to judge such subjective whims Focusing on my own qualms & danglingContinue reading “Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams”

Green Mermaid Lady

Green mermaid ladyI’m still in love with youAlways been good to meMy affections are overdueDimly lit stages for hireWriting out these feelingsJittered & confused tonightStaggered & now kneelingInspiration to keep on goingConfidence in my finer wordsBlocked out memories pastForgetting what was heardKnow where you want to beSo I’ve come back to youCapitalism be damned!Pour meContinue reading “Green Mermaid Lady”

Calico Woman Came Calling To Me

  Calico woman came calling to me Hushed words within a poised stance Lingering, but pale stars falling Returned with dislocated underpants Thinning with ulterior motives Never forgot her hocus-pocus An underlying pain feeding through Life left when love slips from focus

Another Day Of Cold Coffee & Inspirational Songs

Another day of cold coffee & inspirational songs I’m trying to survive with all my might I’m not looking to be acceptable Merely wishing to cherish what’s in my sight Ink smudges quietly upon my palms Unsure of my words, failing with adequate prose Years fall into decades, but still I’m flailing; conjuring an incompleteContinue reading “Another Day Of Cold Coffee & Inspirational Songs”

I Can Use All The Proper Words

I can use all the proper words When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowlyContinue reading “I Can Use All The Proper Words”

Public Declarations Of My Love

Public declarations of my loveLetting all the people knowShouting to the HeavensInto the gusts my words shall flowTaking the high road to oblivionA world testing my ability to be trueBattered & fatigued, but not beatenThey’ll realize all I want is you

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”

Choosing Certain Words

   Choosing certain words With connotations to stir The hearts of the audience Cocked crow with pubic fur Sitting uncomfortably – like whaa? Where the hell is he going with this Delusional in this rehabilitating fatigue Longing for the peace that I miss

Simple Words Resembling A Memory

  Simple words resembling a memoryYour mind fallen into disrepairUnable to recall her by nameWe were infamous, kinda debonairForgotten all those sudden stepsThe dramatic part of the birthrightTaking intimate reasons to beReality hitting hard in hindsightKnowing where she was neededRemoved from the precise locationOften life wasn’t part of the planThough beauty found in the motivationContinue reading “Simple Words Resembling A Memory”

Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups

Drinking black coffee out of Delta cupsThe cheap seats listening to Empire BurlesqueMixed metaphors crawling in the nightStill pondering why a raven is like a writing desk Dislodged tea parties & cries of NevermoreThe world swiftly swirling all around meReducing myself into my wordsHiding now within punctuation & necessity Unsure of our place in timeTriangulationsContinue reading “Drinking Black Coffee Out Of Delta Cups”

A Woman Of Interest

A woman of interest But she couldn’t comprehend Dismissing my words Like my missives of love could ever end She called me droll & simple But I yearned for her feminine pleasure Astounding all expectation The greatest of my Pirate treasure Beyond all your common tales This woman; finer than her humility Beauty isn’t aContinue reading “A Woman Of Interest”

Falling In Love Every Morning

  Falling in love every morning Reminders of the Lord’s perfect grace A partner in this shared existence Let me look upon your slumbering face Slipping from the warmth of our bed To chronicle the inspiration found in the night Regeneration of unbridled passion Earnestly dedicating these words that I now write

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