Irish Proverb


May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

– Irish Proverb


When I Was Young & Dumb






When I was young & dumb

Pretty girls with no souls were a distraction

My fancy bounced from every girl
Who chanced to flirt

Somewhere along the time
I figured out my priorities

I dedicated my heart
Searching for something pure
Something genuine

I found her
I knew

Down the road
Ten plus years later
She is still mine

I love her all the more
She doesn’t need me
But she wants me anyway

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


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.


Life Is Funny That Way




Life is funny that way
Exposed from the inside out
Natural rules in the darkness
Sullen secrets they’re willing to tout
But claw your way past the nonsense
Clear their voices out of your eyes
There’s a truth within your heart
Cling to it, before it withers & dies


A Wink From Her To Get My Heart A-Revving




A wink from her to get my heart a-revving
Her pink negligee hanging below her knee
Soft skin turns into hardened intentions
The promise of a night of debauchery
A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom
Visions of adulation thoroughly taut
I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency
A fine suited man removing a Windsor knot
Fastened to my bedpost; a sailor can surely tie
Settling down with this libertine, methinks
A pretty picture of a delicious woman
Purely polished reflections in my cufflinks
Post coital; passion overflowing this room
Perfection amid people imperfectly real
Precious moments that I’ll never forsake
My woman’s love, allowing me to constantly heal


That Time For Announcing A Thankful Heart


That time for announcing a thankful heart
Admittedly, I’m luckier than I could know
I’m grateful for a cozy home to return to
She’s statuesque; putting on a show
A very fine ensemble with cleavage peeking
I can tell they’re lonely, in need of my kisses
Alas, it’s not the time for anything more
She’s busy, my housewife, my missus
But up her shirt I slowly slither
This wasn’t the next task she had planned
But it’s rather chilly outside
How else shall I warm my cold hands


I Think I Missed A Dance




I think I missed a dance
I think it was my turn to lead
My heart feels empty & worn
Braced for an eternity to plead
The revolution of our lives
Nothing I could understand
I just know I was better
When I had you in my hands


Caught Up In The Freedom Of Expression




Caught up in the freedom of expression
Illuminance firmly held on your body
My thoughts drift beyond the surface
Tinged with the abstract & the naughty
The truth becomes cloudy & distant
But my mind isn’t something to seduce
Isolation of the heart lingers long after
Passion doesn’t lead to an easy truce
There’s a loneliness to be found
When you’re face-first within the squall
The world falls away, folding into itself
You’re feeling small, almost abysmal
But tomorrow will always return
I know someday I’ll find your face
They can’t keep us away forever
I’ll secure you in a steady embrace
Dreams may confuse, but I’m steadfast
Ashore before the death of the sun
The world’s filled with tribulations
But at the end of it all, there’s still only one


I’m Not Some Hero To Call Upon





I’m not some hero to call upon
Just a simple man, wanting to go home
Bracing against these salty winds
Reoccurring themes to this syndrome
I know where all the good stuff is
Needing my love at the end of each day
Counting white caps dancing in the water
There’s nothing complicated in my DNA
This ship slowing with her icy sails
Wishing to return to warmth all the more
Searching for glory towards the True North
But my heart was left with her back on the shore



*photo is mine