All the world painted in hues of noir scenes and aubergines flashing reds and effervescent greens
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
Ruminations of a Working Man: Wild I Am
Some songs get you going and remind you who you are. This morning as I drove to work, this song came on and I listened especially intently to the words.
Pluck a thin string into a melancholic tune, watch it grow in sonic synesthesia
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes
Promise Me You’ll Go – Revisited
I have never been one to revisit or edit anything I write... but I realized that can be as counter-productive as editing too much, and I know there is a fine line in there somewhere. This is the beginning of a journey I'm hoping to take regularly not only to improve my writing, but to inspire myself into potentially writing something completely brand new that is more polished and well-thought-out from the very start, and thus improve my writing overall. This poem was initially written to be turned into a song, and as such, is simple for the sake of rhyme and meter. I tried to maintain that stylistically, to a degree, though I was fighting myself to make it more eloquent yet unwieldy for use as lyrics. I may revisit it again someday and simply make it the best poem it can be. My hope is for this interpretation to clarify some of the meaning intended.
Sneakers On Half the Band
Leather souls on two gent'lmin//o'gray//N'sneakers, but no two sit//nex'to soles o'the same
Music Box Me
Fin'lly stopped, I silently rest//Gears red hot from the grind//All pulled apart, cleaned, oiled, and dressed//Refurbished by design
Ross, pt. II
The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →