Perhaps I’m A Bit More Prudish

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Perhaps I’m a bit more prudish

Than I ever expected myself to be

Shying away from their exhibitions

Folding my soul back into propriety

Maybe I’m not as cool as you thought

I’m more of a meandering old fellow

Writing out lines of cautious fantasy

Whereas reality reveals itself to be rather mellow

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Pirate Prep

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Pirate Prep

Slow reveal behind the mask

But there’s no dick pics

No matter how politely you ask

I’m gonna keep something for me

Reality to keep up with illusion

You’re drooling over my secrets

Obviously tainted by your delusion

*Yes, I keep using this pic, but only because it is one of my favorites

** No, I’m not usually this vain

Leaning Toward Finding The Answers

Leaning toward finding the answers
Within a dimly lit cafe with a second mug
Liquid infatuation; I like it hot
Adjusting to reality; life without those hugs
Steaming & inspiring me to continue
Never thwarted in spite of being all alone
I do my best work in the forgotten shadows
A momentary chance; possible truths to be shone

Her Fantasy Greater Than Her Reality

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Her fantasy greater than her reality
Nothing actually possible to feel
Dreams withered to dust between fingers
Nothing isn’t anything they could steal
Hold close for its something always
Imagine, just not too close to your heart
Beauty can always linger in your sleep
But it’s real enough to tear you apart
She’ll whisper all you ever want to hear
She’ll flirt & smile, but they’ll only be lies
Though it’s your fault if you believe anything
Her lips drip poison she shares with all the guys

I’m Going To Start Some Rumors

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I’m going to start some rumors
Tell them all the bad things I’ve done
See if they carry in the wind
Or get burned away by the sun
Can words affect us in reality
Or are they conjured up in dreams
Softly spoken so we will remember
Illuminated by heavenly moonbeams

I Don’t Know What They Expected

I don’t know what they expected
That they’d wake up & I’d not be me
That I’d forget all truth & reality
That I’d give up trying to be free
They must not realize who I am
Their feeble minds will never comprehend
Once my ire is aroused
I am unwilling to surrender, break or bend

Maybe Those Were The Days

  

Maybe those were the days
I wasn’t so perfect, structured or neat
Rebelling against all humanity
Could’t tell the difference in defeat
A crooked line to follow
A wrinkled brow upon the figurehead
Our dreams fractured when applied
Lost within reality’s pragmatism instead

This Is Life.

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This is life. This is reality.
When the pretty words drip away
When the party’s over
You’ve still got to wake & face the day
Digital lovers lavish heaps of praise
Complimenting you on your magnificent blog
While you neglect the physical world
Always remember that pain & loneliness are analog