I Don’t Want To Live In Their World




I don’t want to live in their world
Their vision of a society filled with hate
Families shot in the streets; senseless
While Washington’s rhetoric still disseminates
I don’t want to share this world with them
We owe it to our children to forever reject
The ballots filled with criminals & egomaniacs
Guide the future, before the bullies can eternally infect


What Were Those Secrets You Wished To Explain





What were those secrets you wished to explain
Which night do you want me to recall
I’m closing my eyes to open my senses
Your presence always reminds me of Heaven in the Fall
I can’t remember every single emotion
For there’ve been too many we’ve shared
& forever is still so long on the horizon
I can only promise you that my soul will always be bare

Immune To A Power Surge


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


I See You’re Feeling Sassy


I see you’re feeling sassy
Now it is time for you to kneel
Pour us another cup of tea, Dear
Your lace details for me to feel
There’s a swing to your strut
Moments of electric bliss to share
Finding pleasure within serving
Another tea party in our underwear


You Have Your Notions Of Me

You have your notions of me
Whether it’s my rugged good looks
Or I’m a notorious scalawag
But neither a hero or a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion
Nor am I a wild west outlaw
I choose to wear the eyepatch
But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws

I write fast & love slow
Without a care of what they say about me
When you have faith
You never have to wait & see

I quietly find my secrets within
Descended from that beautiful literary brogue
To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun
I’ll be your host tonight, the swashunbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm
Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style
But you of good taste & reknown class
Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile


Her Fantasy Greater Than Her Reality


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


My Soul Fills With Song For Uncle Walt


My soul fills with song for Uncle Walt
Years of running in circles
Trying to find my voice
He whispered his love in my ear
My wheels slipping on the rails
I turn, ready for the future
Ripping down my walls
Looking outside for someone to share
Hiding in shadows no more
I shall set sail for those lost dreams


They Said You Were Crazy


They said you were crazy

To fall for a guy like me

That I wasn’t good enough

Happy, you’d never be

But every single day

I’m working to be the best

Focused on our shared life

& I’ll let the Lord take the rest


Walk With Me, Sweet Lady

Walk with me, sweet lady
I want to know your darkest days
Let us share everything we can
Talk to me – I know you’ll amaze
I have a belief in us, together
No dream will be too extreme
Life to be the ultimate adventure
Gripping our experiences by the seams


Looking Life Dead In The Face


Looking life dead in the face
Feeling the fresh seaside air
Never backing away from the cliff
Crumbling footholds not to share
Nostalgic tones deepening now
A wish formulated into a drop
Standing tall against the tide
Generous breaths until you won’t stop