A Woman Not Marked, Boiled In Thought




A woman not marked, boiled in thought
Slowly escaping melancholy with each sip
Sitting, staring out her kitchen window
Contentious dreams emitted from parted lips
Coffee can stimulate a bored mind
The house to be prepared for a festive banquet
A morose morning, lingering in the cool air
Providing a bounty for the Heavenly set


Let Us Survive These Dog Days


Let us survive these dog days
The warmth still rising up to a boil
I’d rather be walking down the beach
But I’m forced to relentlessly toil
I wish to be holding your hand
As we walk in the evening’s glow
Soft words filled with eternal promises
For your love is the last I’ll ever know

Rhythmic Clangs Sending Me To Slumber


Rhythmic clangs sending me to slumber
Feeling boiled alive from this steam
Riding the tops of white caps
Open ocean no longer a distant dream
Haze grey & underway
Never sleeping again with wide open amaze
Searching for Neptune within this nevermore
Fear crawling down my back, but does not take
Forcing back fear known of the ocean floor
Haze grey & underway