Wandering Thought

I don’t understand.

Such mental confusion

Led to absolute delusion.

One thought left to wander

And look at it now.

Every wanderer grows immensely

Through the trials of travel,

Down many a road

And through a great many battle.

A thought left to wander and grow,

With the world to see,

Which way shall it go?

Be weary when you steer,

The journey is foggy,

Only in the end can you now see it clear

But where is it?

 The end, is it near?

This undulating journey,

Will it end in glory?

Or conclude in fear?

“Only time will tell”

Said the old woman,

Leaning against the resting tree,

Smoking her pipe,

Speaking softly to me,

“Its okay,

This is not your defeat,

Just let it be,

Life will move on,

In holy good time time,

You’ll be complete. “

Time,

Time is the hardest thing.

With no reason,

Or rhyme

Outside of a simple mortal being.

Ill wait,

And Ill wait,

And Ill mark each and every date.

But only seconds have past

In this eternity of mine,

I say with a sigh

And the slight of a rhyme

“How long must this last?

This monotonous passing of time?”

A Bad Way

I’m in a bad way…

The minors fall

And the majors lift,

I’ll stick

With the former today.

Play a sad song,

Bring it down for a change.

Pick a slow riff to pluck

In a new key to play.

To keep the metronome rolling

And my demons at bay.

To turn it around,

When I’m feeling this way….

Every Time...

God damn girl,
I really did it this time,

So bad,

You've got me writing this rhyme.

I don't see why I gotta cause a struggle,

Makin a mess

Squeezin this bullshit out of a cuddle.

I fucked up.

Nothing was wrong 

So I find it.

Now it's wasted

And this shit,

I can't rewind it.

My mind is a mess and I know this,

I guess I was just hoping 

Maybe you wouldn't notice.

And by the way I said it 

I guess i gave you no choice 

Now I'm waitin around,

Anxious,

Wishing to hear your voice. 

You got me in over my head. 

God dammit,

Why can't I take back all this shit I said? 

Such a fuckin confusion man,

All because of a slight delusion...

Damn. 

It was great because it was simple,

Then I had to blow it 

Like a big ass fuckin pimple. 

I gotta get you back 

I gotta see those dimples. 

I swear I didn't mean it 

It was such a bullshit impulse. 

A True Adjective.

Beauty,
What a shame it is to limit the parameters of such a wondrous adjective to the extent of mere physicality. To spot a gal and merely recognize her figure, as curvaceous and bodacious as she may be, is folly I cannot bare to listens to. Ones physicality is simple. It can be observed, analyzed, and concluded upon in a matter of seconds. This beauty is not true. To even assign such a adjective to this senseless debauchery is shameful. Too often do I hear 'beauty' used as a euphemism for simple sexual attractions.

Though, not to be mistaken, attraction of sexual nature is a true constituent of true beauty, they are hardly of the same stature. True beauty is an artifact that takes countless hours even an eternity of observation and analysis to uncover. Much like the constituents of divine nature, there is no clear defining factors, though it is unmistakeable when it is truly present. 

Come Around Here

Come around here
Ms. Mari.

I miss your sweet herb.

Please, 

Come around here,

For I have a craving to curb. 

With perfumes and 

Fumes

So strong. 

The scent 

Tantalizes my fiending 

Taste buds,

And caressing my

Sorrowed soul. 

Come around here 

With your sweet,

Smoky cure. 

Boasting hazy 

Bright skies. 

Your remedy 

So pure,

Infecting 

Our big bold eyes. 

Oh my dear,

Fulfill my desire, 

What a surprise!

Bring me you're 

Sweet

Sensual

Fire.

Paint Me

I feel lost without a chance of finding home.

Left in the dust and vanished. 

Looking for hope,

Have i found it?

Maybe i'm where it once existed.

I've been a ghost on a perpetual sidewalk of endless crowd.

Crowded in solitude.

My feet hurt,

My back is tired from carrying my thoughts in a rusty oil drum 

Strapped to my shoulders.

And my soul is restless.

Paint me,

I want color. 

Show me that this 

Dream isn't endless.   

Existential Irony

Oh the irony,
This must be divinity.

What's not expected 

Is 

What's truly intended. 

One small blip 

And the world is changed. 

Oh how reality 

Can be

rearranged. 

Enchantment

I am enchanted,
My lady witch,

For you have cast a spell on me. 

What a fairytale I am living in,

For your haze has blinded all to see. 

With

Bronze eyes so strong with magic,

And a labido so charming, 

No others can match it. 

Your luscious blond locks 

So long with loving. 

How could one 

Not 

Find your spell so binding. 

With 

Your prowess of passion,

Commence 

The nurturing of your nature,

The rolling of the paper.

Ignite your light of love

And 

Spark your great spell. 

I shall inhale its arousing aroma

So I may

Unlock your loving leisure. 

It is no secret,

Our longing desire, 

For this lusty pleasure.  

You Shall Not be Heard

What is this aching inside of me?
The aching that no one will see.

The song that shall not be murmured 

Or the poet, 

Ignored,

Along with all of his words. 

You shall listen to the cry of prey,

Listen

And observe. 

You shall listen,

Though yours shall not be heard.