I Sit Overlooking The Harbor

pier-349672.jpg

I sit overlooking the harbor
I’m wearing a silly sort of grin
I watch the sails disappear quietly
All the while, sipping a shade of gin
Otis replaying within my mind
His gentle soul resting upon my ears
I’m anxious, but that won’t matter
For the sea will swallow all your fears

Advertisements

I’m Not At Your Level Of Cool

table-tennis-1432176.jpg

I’m not at your level of cool
I don’t wear sepia filtered tank tops
I don’t own $200 neon wayfarers
I still wear normal, rubber flip flops
I’m not as tied to this world
There’s no room for a brand new Audi
I’d rather turn my focus
Write a little to seduce a delicious Hottie
You can continue to delude yourself
Ignore the life you forgot to mention
But I know what you’re missing
A woman worthy of your time & attention

Gripping lightly to the banister

woman-984244.jpg

Gripping lightly to the banister
Our lives slipping away into the ether’s shadow
Gracefully stepping down each marble step
Never succumbing to their expectations of the afterglow
Holding your head up high in dignity
Wear the fancy clothes; wear your favorite scent
Knowing they’ll despise your happiness anyway
Remaining this awesome was never an accident

That Girl Wanted To Give Me Her World

girl-1382022

That girl wanted to give me her world
When she fell in love with me
The sparkle in her beautiful eyes
Trying to be what I wanted her to be
Sure that I was worthy of her love
Vulnerable, but wearing something tight
But I only wanted her to be her
To be free & glorious in my sight

*previously posted on former blog

You’re A Questionable Soul

human-913958.jpg

You’re a questionable soul
Lying in the Captain’s brig
After drinking his scotch
& wearing his wife’s wig
Definitely conduct unbecoming
Her voice sounding the alarm
The man knows your name now
Surely you’ll swing from the yardarm

*previously posted on former blog

She Was Telling Stories About Her Darker Creases

desert-903261

She was telling stories about her darker creases
Seaside jaunts with a tireless string of boys
Social classifications leaving us feeling abused
Systematically wearing down a soul without any noise
Searching for fun in spite of former cuts & bruises
Sensations nearing proportions of hazy juvenile tales
Snapping to after another round of spirited friends
Sold on a notion even though our memory may fail
Sandy journeys bring us back to where we were lost
Still meandering around the area we remember most
Striking out to change the way our life unfolded
Stagnant when we finally return back from the coast