Sitting With Pirates & Thieves

 

Sitting with pirates & thieves

But you’re wandering about the old oak tree

You know you can never go home

Wishing for a life when you weren’t so free

You sold your precious soul

But there’s nothing left to retrieve

You’ll spend your ending days

Dying with those pirates & thieves

Advertisements

This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale 

schooner-487800.jpg

This Pirate is an old wives’ tale

Passed on by sorority sisters these days

Mythical pleasure & infatuation –

Fluttering love; let them count the ways

World renowned for his nautical exploits

But not true they were all naughty

Legends told of a bad boy untrue, for

That infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

Starting The Process Of Feeling Human

teapots-1858601.jpg

Starting the process of feeling human
But this is merely my first cup
I’m going to need a couple more
Before my mind will finally wake up
I stretch & hear pops & creaks
My body won’t keep up with my thoughts
But my heart will always beat for you
For this love resides when the coffee’s no longer hot

Immune To A Power Surge

IMG_1335

Immune to a power surge
I sit alone & quietly type
Not affected by technology
Refuse to be your modern gripe
I switched off my terrestrial radio
But I’ll still pound at these keys
I’m not cool or a trendy guy
I’m reserved, doing as I please
There’s never been an audience
Just a few genuine folks
Sharing myself sparingly
I’m better with these slow strokes
I’ll continue to conjure ideas
Preferring to use my typewriter
Nothing fancy; just a love of words
Old, but I can still pull an all nighter

Drinking Out Of The Good Crystal

whisky-644372.jpg

Drinking out of the good crystal
Pouring another glass of Scotch
I’m not going to waste this life
I’m not going to stand by & watch
I want to get my hands dirty
Experience should be more than a page
I’m not going to live by proxy
I’m going die a virile man in my old age

I Sit Mesmerized

coffee-1154102.jpg

I sit mesmerized
Watching the sun crest the horizon
Arms wrapped around the prettiest girl
I’ve ever laid my eyes on
Pulling the zipper up to my chin
These mornings are surprisingly cold
Coffee does little to remedy my plight
But I’m content, together we’re gonna get real old

I’m Not Feeling Myself These Days

young-man-1515412.jpg

I’m not feeling myself these days
My body creaking when I walk
I grow tired as soon as the sun sets
The youth no longer listen when I talk
Life hasn’t changed; I’ve grown old
I’m no longer the freshest young man
But do not underestimate this mind
For it’s still spry & I’ll always be the Pan

islands far off in the chain

girl-923573.jpgislands far off in the chain
boat drinks to ease the pain
faded footprints in the sand
wondering what to understand
the wrong ones seem to fall
emptying into life’s easy stall
try to wipe away transgression
avoid the depths of depression
find something good and well
broken bottles in that old hotel
whispers in a decadent night
clothes falling within my sight
my soul feels damaged & scraped
walking away, only to escape

Flesh Will Droop, Drop & Sag

love-447961.jpg

Flesh will droop, drop & sag
& my absolute infatuation continues
A dirty old man, I’ll perpetually be
Every view of you – I feel romance
I’m gonna be that 100 year old
With excitement for you in his pants

*previously posted on former blog

I’m An Old Man These Days

angel-314642.jpg

I’m an old man these days
With only memories to tell
Dreams have faded away
Leaving me little to dwell
But I can still remember
My wee friends at dawn
Months after December
The fairies & the Leprechauns
Without who I’d be forever lost
Standing mightily on my Shillelagh
At home with me until the first frost
Walking through the garden daily

*previously posted on former blog