I Often Catch Myself




I often catch myself
Glancing up at your windowpane
Occasionally seeing your silhouette
Memories of youth still remain

Possibly spying a lacy chemise
But now you’re wearing the curtains
Or maybe there was nothing on
But I couldn’t know for certain

The morning light not quite seen
I might feel like a common creeper
Alternate lifetimes in my mind
Yet I still know you’d be a keeper
I see your beautiful soul hiding
A passionate soul now a mere outline
Locked away in your precious life
I’m sure you’d say you’re doing fine

Possibly spying a lacy chemise
But now you’re wearing the curtains
Or maybe there was nothing
But I couldn’t know for certain

I see boundaries in your thought
I’m not intending to be rude
You can make your own decisions
I don’t wish to trespass nor intrude
You’re the princess in your castle
Not a figment of my invention
Locked eyes before you looked away
Somehow grateful for the attention


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

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


Stalking Campus Coffee Shops 


Stalking campus coffee shops

Finding those of intellectual pursuits

The good smells of stimulation

& these lonely ladies in pantsuits

But I’ll settle in beside them

Thinking of proper words to recite

Turning mistrust into lust

Dangling soft words for them to bite


Which Ones Were The Good Ones


Which ones were the good ones
Memories lost through time & space
Disenchanted moments fallen away
Disappointed lovers – we can’t be replaced
Life wasn’t always sunny back then
But we lose that in history’s gleam
Taking on a more appealing connotation
Lonely hours; that’s when we’re overcome by dreams


There’s A Beautiful Woman I Know


There’s a beautiful woman I know
She’s waiting for me on the shore
The letters say she’s been lonely
Don’t want her to feel it anymore
I close my eyes & silently plead
Please Captain, full steam ahead
‘Cause I got a lady back home
& She’s waiting for me in our bed


Jig-Sawed Riddles On A Sea-Swept Beach


Jig-sawed riddles on a sea-swept beach
Black-lined clouds remain ominous & fierce
Exploring the furthest reaches of an inner soul
Deflecting body language & departing words that pierce
Scotch whisky will really pack her in
Fireside chats stirring your lonely soul will keep you warm
Feeding your attention with this healthy essence
Stand fast, negative thoughts will precede the coming storm


Kitty Hawk Nights


Kitty Hawk nights
Looking up at the stars
Lonely moments
Wondering where you are
Keeping to my thoughts
As the moon begins to wane
Silently I stand my watch
Pacific waters are my bane


Finding The Courage To Excel


Finding the courage to excel
Knowing your place doesn’t compute
Internal struggles with society
Forcing a soul to be steadfast & resolute
Innocent people lost in tragic groupthink
Needing to be fleshed out in their own air
It’s a lonely world among the righteous
Devoid of rhetoric; most are sadly unaware


Pouring The Last Drop In The Bottle


Pouring the last drop in the bottle
Lost in the old rusted radiator’s hum
Not every morning is lonely as this
Wondering when your love is going to come
The cigarette smoke is trying to kill me
No longer going to sit back cold & demure
Nothing left from when we were famous
She’d give anything for life to be as it were