When My Time Is Finished

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When my time is finished

You may say whatever you want about me

That I never grew up

That I contain no redeeming qualities

My words were hollow & juvenile

My attempts at piracy weren’t any good

But one thing will never be said

That I didn’t love her the best I could

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I’m Doing My Best Here

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I’m doing my best here

Not a miracle worker by any means

My imperfections are showing

Getting trampled by the fiends

But I’m not who they want me to be

I’m not long meant for this load

For there’s more for me to become

Never stagnant, blazing along my own road

I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me

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I think you have the wrong notion of me
I could be wrong, but it’s what I believe
I’m neither the saint nor the villain
In which your thoughts are trying to achieve
I’m not nearly as arrogant as I portray
That’s merely the manifestation of a fictional role
I know confidence is sexy & I’m trying my best
But I have doubts regarding the quality of the contents of my soul

Watching The Sun Rise Over Norge Hills

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Watching the sun rise over Norge hills
Waiting for nature to gently overspill
These are special days, even if we don’t see
Reality collapsing into itself; the only place we can be
Still quiet homes with subdued families at rest
Admiring the calm while it’s still at its best

Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

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Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hot
Typing your best to empty all thought
Pouring your soul into force upon the keys
Your woman walks past with a dress above the knees
Now you can’t think or type or stammer straight
The hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late
You pray to the spirits of procrastination or whatever you think of
Burn this project right now, sacrifice it in the name of love

*previously posted on former blog

Aroused By The Typewriter’s Bell

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Aroused by the typewriter’s bell

I’m salivating like Pavlov’s dog

Imagining caffeinated mornings

Walking the Sunset within the fog

Though those were forgotten emotions

I’m not able to repeat that form

So I do my best to feel the original

Sometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm

Sometimes I’m An Awkward Lover

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Sometimes I’m an awkward lover

I try to slap your ass & pull your hair

But I don’t always have confidence

But I’m doing my very best down there

But I can promise you one thing, dear

I will love you and only you forevermore

I may be a gentleman at public events

But I’ll be your pirate behind locked doors

Where Do We Keep Our Secrets

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Where do we keep our secrets
The ones we can never use
Buried beneath lost hopes
But you can’t choose your muse
The beautiful bleeding hearts
Or scantily-clad ladies; so demure
Inspiration reigning down upon us
Souls perform best when the soul is pure

I Won’t Listen

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I won’t listen
To whispers & how you judge
I’m quite adamant in my refusal
I’ll pay no heed to your rude little nudge
You can keep your disciplines
They’re not worthy for me to see
I’ll continue to write how I authentically feel
For I’m the the best at being me