To The Beautiful Blonde


To the beautiful blonde
Who makes me move my feet
Forever will never be enough
Advancing in life, never to retreat
You makes my heart smile
Together as one within our days
Hands held tightly
Souls expose; naked in the morning rays


I’m Writing


I’m writing
Trying to find a lost charm
Not of Bedazzled elements
A memory folded away from harm
I’m searching for a thought
The secret learned from these years
Not of scandalous deeds
But the love I forever held dear

I’m Sorry If You Think True Love Is Boring


I’m sorry if you think true love is boring

Sincere dedication & genuine devotion

But my attentions could send you soaring

Post coital – being held as we listen to the ocean


Glamorous Morph Of Atmosphere


Glamorous morph of atmosphere
Pretty people falling in place
Chamber pieces held tightly
Morning’s warmth upon your tired face
Hope today may be better than
All which came disappointedly before
Recreating ourselves into something
Giving opportunities to be much more


Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek


Poseurs, pacifists & poets reek
Sitting high on a lifeguard shack
Nighttime cloaked down upon us
Words in darkness never taken back
Ocean waves break the silence tonight
Only our thoughts to be heard otherwise
Isolation not what you thought it’d be
Tearing out your incessant broken eyes
Midnight sounds to be held on tight
A swim where you can never return
A fatigue to be felt deep down
Love exposed to moonlight will forever burn