Friday, March 30, 2018

Easter

Once in a distant lifetime
Weekends like this,
Meant more
Than just some "time off"

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Wings.

Eyes open,
Spirit crawling out of its comfortable cage,
It once believed to be a nest.

Jumping,
And instantly
She
Had
Wings.

Refrain

And you said...
But that never really mattered anyway.

Just like my words,
As they disappear.
Lost in thin air.

My heart aches,
For what I know,
Because the truth is in my pain
And how I feel...

Yet I still refrain.

Alone.
Again.
In this damn bed.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Whiskey Soaked Lips


LA lights, never shine quite as bright as in the movies. 
But something about this dimly lit alleyway, has got me twisted,
In a way.

And we're trying to fight the morning light,
Whiskey soaked lips & lipstick stained nights.

But what are we waiting for?
The sun to rise? 
As our grip tightens on the moon.


Laughter flows freely,
Almost as freely as the booze,
And our conversation.


Monday, March 19, 2018

Twenty Five Cents

Cheap coffee,
Maybe for you cheap cigarettes.
Cheap perfume
And cheap whiskey.

But it's the simple things
Like Cheap love
Cheap sex
Cheap "maybes"


What's love, but twenty five cents?

Zephyr

She was a different kind of soul,
She liked lavender lattes and rock n roll.
Her spirit was free,
Like a bird in the wind.
Always moving east to west, then back again.

She wore vintage clothes, and torn up jeans.
Tossed her hair, cuffed her sleeves.
Sang shamelessly in quirky bars,
All cares to the wind...

This time was hers.

She grew with each sunrise,
And blossomed with each sunset.
She reminisced of times they met.

A simple song in the sweet wind.

Effortless

Time.
Endless,
Seemingly short and eternal consecutively.
How could something so intangible, be so cherished?
Could it be the moments?
Each second that passes, better than the last.

Conversation ran deep,
And time... stood still.
But oddly allowed for travel among memories ...
Similar memories, similar scenarios
Similar fears.

Two souls, stripped and simply talking..
Bare.
Hours pass, unbenounced to them.
So comfortable... So freeing... So simple.

So effortless.