Poseur Punks Stealing My Traditions

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Poseur punks stealing my traditions

Though they never earned the right

You cannot reappropriate a feeling

They’ve never been adrift under a starry night

These kids’ empty hearts & endless expectations

I left the sweat of my brow upon the sea

With too many of my nights away from home

In an entitled world; duty means a lot to me

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Some Say I Might Be Obsessed

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Some say I might be obsessed
Others that I’m insincere
But they’re bitter ol’ fools
I know what I cherish & hold dear
I won’t cower to their expectations
Too many years wasted being afraid
Humbly; I submit to the path of happiness
The continuing journey of this life we made

Gripping lightly to the banister

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Gripping lightly to the banister
Our lives slipping away into the ether’s shadow
Gracefully stepping down each marble step
Never succumbing to their expectations of the afterglow
Holding your head up high in dignity
Wear the fancy clothes; wear your favorite scent
Knowing they’ll despise your happiness anyway
Remaining this awesome was never an accident

Charles Dickens

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“The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Where Do You Want To Be

 

Where do you want to be
Life on an isolated island of sand
Sunshine beaming down to kiss your skin
Throwing out all the dreams they had planned
Turn your back on their expectations of your soul
Take time to love yourself before time expires
No one will care about you like you need to
Shun the shade; feel the passion of the sun’s fire

You’re Holding Expectations

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You’re holding expectations
Needing me to be a better guy
Wishing I was more successful
Hating my truth; you’d prefer a lie
So I wander within my own skin
To become what you want in a man
Each day, I’m ever more the pirate
Soon, they’re be no more Peter Pan