Starshine Tonight





Starshine tonight
Closing my eyes
Opening my heart
Stop thinking; never surmise
I’m not going to succumb
I’d much rather be free
All form; transfixed into labels
I stubbornly reject. My soul is me


Smelling Coffee Long Before





Smelling coffee long before
These tired eyes were ever meant to open
Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people
No time like now, so here’s to hopin’
The day started & it’s past time to rise
One foot out & eventually the other leg
I’m going to need more of this magic juice
I feel society comin’ at me like the damn plague

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls




Emerging from the night of lost souls
A rough morning with make-up in your eyes
Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell
You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies
Another Mardi Gras extinguished
But your heart now belongs to the man of flames
You don’t remember how your dress got burnt
Or how your lovely chest was branded with his name




*I wrote this for Halloween, but never shared it. So I swapped in Mardi Gras because of my superb timing… It doesn’t make as much sense, but you never expected such high notions from me.

What Were Those Secrets You Wished To Explain





What were those secrets you wished to explain
Which night do you want me to recall
I’m closing my eyes to open my senses
Your presence always reminds me of Heaven in the Fall
I can’t remember every single emotion
For there’ve been too many we’ve shared
& forever is still so long on the horizon
I can only promise you that my soul will always be bare

Hair Pulled Back, Eyes Down


Hair pulled back, eyes down
To avoid my affectionate stare
You cannot fathom my attraction
& you shoot me an annoyed glare
You don’t feel so pretty
You say you’re not ready for the day
But that never mattered to me
For I’ll continue to love you anyway

I Cannot Help But Stare







I cannot help but stare
Pure hatred in those eyes
A lifetime of judgement
Whispering a torrent of lies
I don’t want to believe them
I’m tired of this rejection
I’ve been beaten & battered
I no longer need my reflection

Scars & Flaws Mark Our Character







Scars & flaws mark our character
There are no monuments upon the sea
With no footprints in the waves
We cling to adventure in order to be free
But we all too soon grow old
The cold days along the Scottish coast
Searching for the proper port
To be comfortable with our dubious host
These days we’re looking to break even
I feel each of my years in my bones
I embrace my Saint Brendan’s medal
Within the night shift I can quietly atone
Remembering the light within her eyes
Reflecting up into the midnight’s moon
There’s a lot we might misconstrue
We’re stained, but maybe we can learn the tune