I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper




I have stacks of unused paper
Like the untouched dreams in my head
We all have the forks in our roads
But often take the easier path instead
So many distractions in my way
To give in to them would leave me mundane
I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence
I’d much rather push the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you


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

Just A Hint Of Your Legs


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


I Never Said I Was Good At This


I never said I was good at this
I have no fancy training or school
I just close my eyes & spill my soul
Without any regard if it will be cool
I’m a bush league hack at my best
Wandering my way through eternity
Endless reams within your dreams
But I’ll never be a victim of your modernity


My Vanguard Thoughts


My vanguard thoughts
Upon those painted skulls
El Dia Los Muertos
Everyday in their maudlin souls
Trying to create an evolution
To repel their resolute despair
Slowly wandering on back
With these words of love I share


She’s Out There Again


She’s out there again
Dancing in the moonlight
It’s easy to tell
Things just aren’t right
It got to be too much
Life went too far
She doesn’t say much anymore
Every night she wanders under the stars


You’re Holding Expectations


You’re holding expectations
Needing me to be a better guy
Wishing I was more successful
Hating my truth; you’d prefer a lie
So I wander within my own skin
To become what you want in a man
Each day, I’m ever more the pirate
Soon, they’re be no more Peter Pan


You’re Cold, Calculated & Good-Looking





You’re cold, calculated & good-looking

Left behind your classmates long ago

Wandering the bottom of telegraph hill

Boys of the varsity crew dutifully row

Looking down through expensive lenses

Never stooping below your vertical reach

Self-confidence not what you reveal

Truth of the matter, aren’t you a peach

Through all these delicate years

I’m still here, feeling sorry for you

Hiding in this city is not an escape

An anonymous life not so fresh & new

Skirting this issue you may complete

Being breezy like a windless chime

Slipping just between your fingers

This just must not be the time




Please Stop


Please stop apologizing, girls
I’ll tell you when you’ve crossed a line
You can tell me anything
Let me pour ya’ll another glass of wine
There’s no reason for us not to talk
About anything that burdens your mind
So, unload your pretty lil’ heads
Let the night wander to where it might find