I’m Searching For Autumn & Eventually Winter




I’m searching for Autumn & eventually Winter
Two ladies, I’ve been keeping lingering eyes
The seasons swirl & want to fall for how I feel
Stubborn Summer; each dawn continuing to rise


False Attempts At The Old Scottish Jig


False attempts at the old Scottish jig
Distant past lingering – nothing wise
She was never the heroine you always needed
Finally gave up after all those tries
Beauty’s eye was never truly blind
Having been lied to, left you distraught
Perpetual cycles now cold & mean
Never the quality you had always thought
Smile inward, you are the crowned victor
Playing their game with the cards dealt
Karma worms its way into a deserving soul
They’ll never know how your true love felt

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


Do You Remember When Promises Meant Something



Do you remember when promises meant something
The honor required of citizens in society’s threads
The oaths that never had to be sworn to back then
Gentlemen knew their obligations without lingering dread


I See Your Gears Turning


I see your gears turning
A scratch pad of juggled notes
My sassy blonde with such style
Throwing looks back, caught my throat
Lingering over the page
Like something I’m not sure of
Thoughts dripping into melting ice
Nothing as comfortable as confident love


She Was A Shallow Girl


She was a shallow girl
Lingering in the brackish waters
Often commenting on my person
Advice & suggestions on how to be hotter
I tried to live within my control
But I was never good enough in her eyes
Qualifications & standards missed the mark
She let me go without even an honest try


I Want This To Be Real Life


I want this to be real life
To know some semblance of our fate
That we’re not always lingering on
I want there to be more than what we anticipate


They Say That Love Is Hard


They say that love is hard
That it can get kinda tricky
But I just let my lips linger
Stopping just before you get a hickey
I give you a wink & a smirk
I’ll cherish this moment with you
Time will never quell my lust
This passion will forever continue


Fog Drifts Between The Redwoods


Fog drifts between the redwoods
Those giants of this land
What once was will never be again
Couples walking hand in hand
Eerie thoughts lost in the mind
Our souls cleansed in the falling rain
Can I disappear into the mist
Will that erase this lingering pain
Which direction is the truth
I’ve lost all senses in the time
I cannot find the forgotten beauty
Living life with a wedge of lime


Thinking You Were A Little Bit Off


Thinking you were a little bit off
Wishing for the future to materialize
Not wishing to wrap you in their arms
Some not meant for their prying eyes
The status lingering on the walls
Set aside from the accepted chorus
Realization of the ugliness around
Not always a proper moment for us