I Know What I Want To Say


I know what I want to say
Don’t want to come off as a creep
I’ll keep my thoughts to myself
Though I can’t help to take a peek
You’re beautiful & make me smile
I hear your laugh resonate
I wish I could tell you my truth
But propriety makes me hesitate


There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild






There’s so much talk of being wild
Like there’s a constant harness holding us back
But its just an illusion for others to see
You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack
These false pretenses are keeping you low
Images of a manicured life on your social media feed
Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions
When these aren’t the actions of a happy life really needs
It’s difficult to perceive any truth as you focus the camera
The projection of crazy as you manipulate your reputation
Here’s a secret, the honest people don’t really care &
The real wild ones don’t bother with perfect punctuation

Life Is Funny That Way




Life is funny that way
Exposed from the inside out
Natural rules in the darkness
Sullen secrets they’re willing to tout
But claw your way past the nonsense
Clear their voices out of your eyes
There’s a truth within your heart
Cling to it, before it withers & dies


Listening To The Right Music




Listening to the right music
Will transform your soul to proper dimensions
Learning from those who have gone before you
Charging forth long into the fray against discretion
The latitude of the beat filtered through your mind
Exposing truth from down deep within your perception


The Truth About Women’s Feet


Love wrapped around my mind like a shroud

Full of colors, spectrums & radiant splashes

Not a day without engulfing sunshine

Blinded by pantyhose & false eyelashes

I believed in the fairytale courtships

Sipping champagne from glass slippers

Lovely damsels in need of gentlemen

Revealed to be crude strumpet strippers

My soul could not take this detail

Where was my love with elegant class

Distraught in this new reality

Stuck on feet made for crystal glass

How could my dreams unravel so

This giving me pause to think

Now I understand the truth

That women’s feet actually stink


The Journey To Explore A Lost Soul




The journey to explore a lost soul
A bouquet – be surely thankful this year
Our steadfast & universal truths
Searching for love to conquer hate & fear
Their gargoyles lining Paris’ streets
But what do we have we could possibly offer
Endless matches abruptly extinguished
Remorseless; only seeking to fill the coffer


Southern California Made Us Promises






Southern California made us promises
That no one could possibly make
The beach & the beauty
All revealed to be restlessly fake
But I know of a callow truth
Of heritage & the shore of Bodega Bay
Of family & the love we can’t forget
Perhaps I’ll make it back some sunny day


Time Can Water Down Revolutions




Time can water down revolutions
Make you think it’s all through
You’ve settled into the motions
Somehow your spirit failed you
But we have some hidden secrets
Something that keep the motor running
No use in divulging your very own truth
Locked lips; the sign of something more cunning


We Used To Know The Truths






We used to know the truths
The fundamentals of our lives
Misplaced inspiration in youth
We, the lost children, who survived
Abandoned by artists searching for gold
Forgetting the dream of accepting yourself
Never admitting we’ve grown this old
Rejection of impending imperial wealth
Fuck your Republicans & Democrats
Those who sold the vision with betrayal
Insensitive bastards of the Cheshire Cat
Unsteady appeasement & divided we fail


You Know The Type

You know the type

Running off to sail the oceans

Claiming to be a dread pirate

Wishing for some sort of motion

A stagnant life killing the soul

Truth is, he only ever wanted to be with you

This is the life chosen, so time to live

Easy to forget the water’s real hue