Just A Hint Of Your Legs

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Just a hint of your legs
Make my mind wander
Thinking delicious thoughts
My beating heart’s a little fonder

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She Liked To Remain In The Shadows

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She liked to remain in the shadows
To avoid casual glimpses of her features
But I loved her no matter what she thought
She was beautiful, one of God’s lovely creatures
I always knew it was her by the extravagant handbags
& the way she wore her coat over her shoulders
The darkness could never hide her from my soul
With each step, desire allowed my heart to grow bolder

I’m Not A Fancy Poet

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I’m not a fancy poet
I don’t have a soul patch nor a beret
Within the confines of each breath
Trying to create a literary bouquet
I merely write how I feel
Without thought to how I’m perceived
No time for such arbitrary notions
True to myself, I know I’ve achieved

Words Keep Me Buoyed

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Words keep me buoyed
Sanity sifted, then promptly returned
Thought processes turned on end
Satisfaction smells like salty sunburns
But we were born out of time
Scribbles & poems don’t mean anything anymore
But to a few hidden scoundrels
The fringe of society behind unmarked doors

A Question Of Intents & Purpose

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A question of intents & purpose
Where & why; the source of our confusion
Time swaying with each movement
Closing our eyes, believing the illusion
Do you remember or it is all a memory
Lost within the darkness of our souls
I’m not who I ever thought I could be
Dreams evaporating when the moon grows full

I’m Writing

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I’m writing
Trying to find a lost charm
Not of Bedazzled elements
A memory folded away from harm
I’m searching for a thought
The secret learned from these years
Not of scandalous deeds
But the love I forever held dear

Moments Filled With Tragic Thoughts

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Moments filled with tragic thoughts
A past I never wanted to defend
Those weren’t the only ones
Wasted time you never got to spend
Heartbroken & scattered about
Cannot remain stagnant out of spite
Motivation needed to gather yourself
Fewer sands to rebuild up to that height

It’s A Nondescript Alcove

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It’s a nondescript alcove
A humble place I can journal my deepest thoughts
I can write of my secret crushes & fond lovers
Decrypting moods of soul’s who cannot be bought
I’ll scribble away without any pressure to perform
These jottings belong to me; they’re only mine
Tomes dedicated to the craft of confession
A postscript punctuated with a toast of red wine

Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

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Hanging with beach bums & bashful babes

Swimming in the surf on late Spring days

Colorful flavors poured gently over ice

Skin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays

I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sand

Though she revealed herself to be a Siren

Coaxing & teasing me with her demure allure

Whispering that I might be a modern Lord Byron

Uncomfortable with compliments of any sort

I quietly pull out my pen to jot down an ode

Her eyes grow wide, then a smirk & a wink

Simultaneously my mind, heart & loins explode

Cliché Rants About Lost Love & Heartache

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Cliché rants about lost love & heartache
Haven’t shaved in over a week
Thinking in short stutters
I see no end to this pathetic streak
I’m thinking about a bottle
But it’s over before I finish the thought
My eyes drift out west to the coast
A lovely home in California is still sought