Want To Know What Makes A Cheery Life?




Want to know what makes a cheery life?
It starts with wanting to release your pain
The intention to pursue that happiness
In spite of all the misery which might remain
You might not always be able to smile
But somewhere within you needs to be the desire
To crawl out from under your melancholy
To find a life that’ll set your soul on fire


Detached From This Very Moment 


Detached from this very moment
Divided from the tumultuous past
Cleansed of all those broken hearts
Never allowing those storms to last
Unplugged from the hatred spewing
Their immoral intent will not be condoned
Souls can’t listen when the mouth rages
Settle in; victory reached when love is shown

I Won’t Stand For A Cause I Don’t Believe In


I won’t stand for a cause I don’t believe in
So you’ll know the truth when I speak
There’ll be no frivolous grandstanding
Merely honor you consider to be antique
Not going to make any false proclamations
I’m living a just life with pure intentions
Steadfast & unwavering in my methods
Sending forth clarity to avoid misapprehension


A Question Of Intents & Purpose


A question of intents & purpose
Where & why; the source of our confusion
Time swaying with each movement
Closing our eyes, believing the illusion
Do you remember or it is all a memory
Lost within the darkness of our souls
I’m not who I ever thought I could be
Dreams evaporating when the moon grows full


Too Cautious For That Rabbit Hole


The slow silent flattery
Worming it’s way into your ear
Unsure of calculated intent
If you should accept it with fear
Or allow it to swell up & be free
Not much left of your personal pride
Life has chipped away at it
Sinking into a cowering stride

Too cautious for that rabbit hole
But you’re better than that
Deep down you truly know

How much effort have you spent
To be contrary & constantly ignore
The world as it whispers lovely words
Snippets of charm floating to the floor
Standing at an arms distance
Not believing yourself to be Alice
Or any of the princesses of yore
Never dreaming of a shining palace

Too cautious for that rabbit hole
But you’re better than that
Deep down you truly know

Never a confidence
Feeling temptations of the weak
They’re just simple words
Hoping to give an outlook a tweak
Not meant to encumber
Or ransack your existence
But you can’t hinder the words
& their slow penetrating insistence


Come – My Arms Await You


Come – my arms await you
Let me take you away from here
Let us create our own private place
We’ll love & dance without fear
Take my hand, my beautiful woman
Let us kiss until our lips are sore
Let me describe each of my intentions
I’ll have you yearning & squirming for more


Differentiated Between All Your Loves


Differentiated between all your loves
The former still intense among
Compounding the delicate feelings
Not wishing to be tattered or strung
We cannot control which way to flow
We merely have always tried our best
These are our most pure intentions
Injured since you left me out West


From The Brink Of Normality


From the brink of normality
Brought back to stranger realms
Blinking away the intense pitch black
Delirious dreams remain at the helm
Beauty a steady crushing force
Never before seen lips so malevolent
Unknown to a rapturous mind
Leaving us only with our original intent


Lovely Flowers/Well Intentioned


Lovely flowers/well intentioned
Nothing to replace frigid remorse
A broken vase with contents spilled
Life mistook its proper course
Banging away at the languid keys
Trying to create some tranquility
Which one left in stagnate appeal
Can’t escape your own responsibility


I Don’t Want Your Description


I don’t want your descriptions

For they mean nothing to me

I refuse to be your inscription

I’m gone – I already set myself free