Too Shy To Keep Up The Pretensions






Too shy to keep up the pretensions
Crawling instead into the Notebook
The one with the scribbles upside down
Hints & subtractions; death to all the crooks
They’re lurking in the recesses
An obtuse excuse eventually bound to fail
Strength comes in many forms
Even when she tries to hide behind her veil


Walking Down The Street On All Saints Day






Walking down the street on All Saints Day
Victrolas on display at the corner store
Aflirtatious greeting with the local beauty
She always smiles, but never asks for more
You’ve created another aura within her
Casting her a red-blooded in your pulp fantasy
A polite lady with those vicious high heels
Mental interludes without consent, it seems to me
Take your dreams & exit stage left
You tried to court &failed, life’s not fair
Let a true gentleman whisper elegant words
She’ll open up her passion, exposing her silky pair

Time Can Water Down Revolutions




Time can water down revolutions
Make you think it’s all through
You’ve settled into the motions
Somehow your spirit failed you
But we have some hidden secrets
Something that keep the motor running
No use in divulging your very own truth
Locked lips; the sign of something more cunning

We Used To Know The Truths






We used to know the truths
The fundamentals of our lives
Misplaced inspiration in youth
We, the lost children, who survived
Abandoned by artists searching for gold
Forgetting the dream of accepting yourself
Never admitting we’ve grown this old
Rejection of impending imperial wealth
Fuck your Republicans & Democrats
Those who sold the vision with betrayal
Insensitive bastards of the Cheshire Cat
Unsteady appeasement & divided we fail

The Antithesis Of Perfection


The antithesis of perfection
My own struggles lie deep and dank
Not one to remain in the mire
Happiness has misery to thank
Living my life with my own experiences
Not to be judged nor remotely compared
One must find their soul’s own truth
When you admit your failings, life can be repaired

Don’t Take My Glasses, Baby


Don’t take my glasses, Baby
I want to see your beauty
Let me drink your suppleness
You’re the sweetest taste to me
Don’t leave me in the dark, Lady
Let me point a direction that never fails
Holding passion hostage will never do
Let us make love by Braille

Sundown Brings On The Reduced Heat


Sundown brings on the reduced heat
Wind whispering to sail with the tides
Vapors tread quietly upon the feet
Decisions enter & thoroughly abide
Lonely bird settles down on the rails
Experience brings on a sullen glow
We cannot escape when life fails
Currents grip & provide the undertow

She Was Telling Stories About Her Darker Creases


She was telling stories about her darker creases
Seaside jaunts with a tireless string of boys
Social classifications leaving us feeling abused
Systematically wearing down a soul without any noise
Searching for fun in spite of former cuts & bruises
Sensations nearing proportions of hazy juvenile tales
Snapping to after another round of spirited friends
Sold on a notion even though our memory may fail
Sandy journeys bring us back to where we were lost
Still meandering around the area we remember most
Striking out to change the way our life unfolded
Stagnant when we finally return back from the coast