Snow Days Are No Legitimate Excuse


Snow days are no legitimate excuse
Do not bundle your cute tush away
Let me see some of that sass & flair
I want you to tease, taunt & maybe sashay
Listen to the passionate voices of love
We’re always leading the way; the vanguard
Let’s start with a hand up your sweater
I’m curious to see if your nipples are hard


Listening To The Right Music




Listening to the right music
Will transform your soul to proper dimensions
Learning from those who have gone before you
Charging forth long into the fray against discretion
The latitude of the beat filtered through your mind
Exposing truth from down deep within your perception

Winters Along The Chesapeake


Winters along the Chesapeake
Listening to the elder’s snarling tales
Tough men looking for far gone battles
Filling their minds with wine & war sails
The triumphs of fictional characters
Can never be overstated to a fool
Blinded by a word’s sleight of hand
The mind left to unconsciously unspool
The darker corners are always inhabited
Produced marvels of unshrinking power
Weathervanes swirling from their time
Nursing pain amid their legendary glower
Survivors influencing the next generations
Of country boys wanting to go to sea
Dreaming of illusive glory & vindication
But they’ll only find heartache & misery


I See A Foot Tapping

I see a foot tapping

You’ve kicked off your heels

Pantyhose covered toes

Curves I’m meant to feel

I’m trying to catch your eye

Can’t hear a word I try to say

You’re off in your own world

Listening through Beats by Dre


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


Speeding Through Green Lights


Speeding through green lights
Welcoming the rites of Spring
A warm day to rise & smile
Walk softly & listen to the birds sing
A fiddle & bagpipes call out
Traits of hope & smiles in the air
Release the frustration of Winter
Be free; dance out in your underwear
Feel the heat of the morning sun
Pour yourself an early glass of wine
Stretch out with a wink for me
Bare skin kissed by the glorious sunshine


Hobnobbing On A Summer’s Day


Hobnobbing on a summer’s day
Listening to a calm Pan flute
Barefooted on the peaceful grass
But this heat makes it all moot
Ignoring all the world’s hate
We choose love above all the static
Holding on for a moral life
Survival in this society is never automatic


Trying To Set The Mood


Trying to set the mood
Listening to the precarious notes
Candles willing themselves alight
Our hearts feel magically afloat


Speeding Down Residential Streets


Speeding down residential streets
I see you’re impressed with your shiny car
Wanting all the Desperate Housewives to see
Money to spend; you think you’re a superstar
Not paying attention to what’s around
You’re late for life; just passing through
DOUCHE! Listen to me so very carefully
If you hurt my family, I will slowly defile you


I Won’t Listen


I won’t listen
To whispers & how you judge
I’m quite adamant in my refusal
I’ll pay no heed to your rude little nudge
You can keep your disciplines
They’re not worthy for me to see
I’ll continue to write how I authentically feel
For I’m the the best at being me