Art~Whimsically Yours

Her name was Linda and her middle name was Grace and she truly graced me with her innocent love. She was all the more ravishing because she was shy.... Like a baby rabbit quivering when touched by human hands for the first time her hand even trembled when I took it in mine. The soft down of her flesh was such a high for me as I asked her for a skate at a local Roller Rink. Her blush became a crims...

"Beyond Light, A Communion Of Souls." Somewhere just after the second bridge of a song that spoke of separate hearts, my eyes spanned the room and captured yours, in a suspension of space and time. An interlude of beauty stretched tight between your lovely glance and mine. Instinct took over my fingerboard and all of my frets vanished as I considered the possibilities of spending many long hours e...

Words Unsaid. What we don't say haunts us, behind teeth that squat like tombstones, holding back the spirits, of our petrified tongues. Our palette lies empty, all of the colors lost in what was left unsaid. The soul of our love remains caged in ribs, a prisoner of our own silence, as we watch hope walk sadly away. We stand helpless like strait-jacketed Helen Keller's struggling to describe a love...

Winter mimes loneliness in its stark, white, frigid essence that no one wants to embrace all who are warm turn cold shoulders to its arrival. And so it sheds icicle tears and howls in the wee hours of the night..... Like so many widows and widowers and those who never really knew love no one goes out when the winter is raging against the emptiness its ugliness created It forces all of Nature's liv...

I am the how and you are the why we should give all the hopes that are between us a try I can see the why deep inside your lovely eyes and I know just how much I long to be your guy We both have been caught up in how to get free from the whys that our loneliness cries endlessly we both shared some past loves full of misery let me be your how baby be my why tenderly How could we turn our backs on t...

I'm riding my train of thoughts to the end of these lines or until it derails either way I'll be fine I've ridden trains of thoughts before each time I sang the Blues with no conductor yet still I engineered music to turn souls loose but when I look back on my travels across so many of my tracks some often scream out nothing special below hit tunes but still not hacks the music I sing is so damn g...

Snow Falls. An old bum. lying face up. In the bitter frost, mouth agape, where icicles of drool hang heavy. Eyes frozen shut. Passed out in an alleyway oblivious to the below zero temps and soon he is no more. snow more..... Her warm tears mixed to melt. The flakes that fell as she gazed up into the eyes of the man she loved. Sweet kisses blended with iced crystals, marking his farewell as he boar...

In the garden of her heart. Lies a most fertile spot, sprinkled daily with hope and intermingled with tears. Over acres left empty. seeking one seed of love planted warmly with kisses. oh, so gently on tulips, swaying in passions breaths. Someone faithful, perennial who year after year will brighten her dreams...... like a Jack in the pulpit who will worship her beauty, offering her morning's glor...

The Moonbeams accent the gleam in your eyes as a soft summer breeze drifts through the window to where we lie........ You gaze up at me so tenderly, a stirring sight to behold and I feel as if your love's Three hundred thousand suns old. I'm a Neanderthal King humbled in awe as I worship you blending with my flesh scepter you are my favorite dwelling drawing and leading me inward where I etch in s...

What will be remembered?. It's not the money that you made, or the titles that you gained, or the hours that you stayed long after all the others had gone on home. This is all part of whatever job you have undertaken. It is expected by those who are your higher ups and they will occasionally promote you or grant you a raise. That is how they will remember you and your dedicated efforts, for all of...

"Abdication....Changed Minds." Her soul was my castle, her heart my warmest chambers and her body was my chariot taking me to places beyond exquisite. Her love was my crowning glory, till one dashing knight-in-arms taught me the meaning of King-dumb. I was the dumb king My dreams overthrown I was left a pauper, my life a mere pittance, sleeping in the cobwebbed lanes of loneliness emaciated with d...

From Her Street Corner Castle.....she rules. Queen of the lonely hearts, every disenfranchised, unhappily married, unwanted and unattractive, peon seeks her chambers. She draws their attention like drone bees to perfume their little stingers quivering, then becoming giant jousting poles mounted on a fine filly. She commands their desires with sultry looks and postures snatching their flesh scepter...

Break This Restraint, Bonehead. Waiting in the shadows beneath the hollows of her eyes, lie tears not yet shed, hematoma's not yet inflicted by his cruel fist. She trembles like the ash on a dying cigarette... then when the front door slams, she falls to pieces, curled into a fragile, fetal ball, about to get a bouncing. Why can't I ever be passing by such blatant abuse similar to such quarters (I...

This song's written only.... for the lonely and cold, who've spent each holiday with nobody to hold.... Just like Christmas trees left on the curb every year, stripped of all that was pretty, 'cept some icicle tears.. It's a sad little ditty, but I hope it will show, There are folks who will love you, cause they've known what you know. Loneliness is so cruel, but it's just temporary, it's the empt...

Sometimes the tiny angels designated to care for the balloon of the moon, choose instead to frolic, tying its invisible silk string to some ancient tree on the other side of night as they go hopscotching over endless clouds. Occasionally the moon breaks free of its cocooned knot, longing to see earth's beauty in the light of day that is denied it in the darkness. Much to the awe of children below,...

It’s so simple girl when you’re lonely just like me, When you hold the lock and baby I’ve got the key, to open up the doors that we both left closed, it’s got to be better than loneliness I suppose, we both have been hurt it’s time to set the pain free, if you could open your heart to a visit from me, Sometimes we need to find someone whose given up on love, and offer them the very thing that they...

Beneath the inky black of a Christmas eve sky twinkling with a diamond crispness only God could string I noticed the big dipper was stretched above vertically. As if God himself had hung it to dry on the hook of some distant fingernail moon, after pouring out his immense love onto the world below. The little dipper hung empty too, perhaps he threw a dash more love, sad that it was not absorbed by...

Love is the greatest gamble of all You need to know when to fold and when to answer it’s call All its assets are hidden behind faces not shown till you discover is values from what’s still left unknown. You can be her true King if she accepts your hand and she’ll be your sweet Queen if it’s in true love’s plan sharing all of the cards Life and love choose to deal making sure there’s no bluffs hold...

In this slow burn of oxygen that I inhale and exhale and sometimes want to stop i realize the cost that it would bring upon me and so I persevere........ The razor calls me off to shave a few years from my life, sharp tongued it offers me release while it quibbles with the knife The noose is just a nuisance knotted stomach...knotted rope, perhaps I'll pull a Winehouse drowning in some booze and do...

You’re caught up in the moment babe And asking endless questions The plans have all been laid out But you still are second guessing Are we sure there’ll be enough food? Should we offer second helpings? And should the bar be open? Uncle Bill's an alcoholic I don’t want him overloading When he’s drunk he acts like a buffoon or his temper starts exploding Will it turn out like we’re hoping? Who's com...

I had a blue dream about you so sad I was crying in my sleep I passed you on the street and you never recognized me it was as if we had never loved or shared all that we've been dreaming of and then you walked on by and I whispered at your back "Oh, baby why?" and then you turned around so quizzical because your hearing was quite good you know and you stared at me like I was a fool and you were ne...

It seems as if I had been set adrift for my entranceway into the world squeezing free of my mother's womb then swung into the air for a quick spank and a huge gasp of air at the vast room of the planet Earth that I now occupied I was carried everywhere floating through the air my infantile mind perceived it as flying and when I was not flying I was dreaming of drifting contentedly in a mass ocean...

"RESTING HEART."

1939--Near The Corner Of Bleaker Street Somewhere a knife lies, just east of recognition, serrated and stained by the blood of a victim a policeman's fair daughter who now lies in a morgue, with her throat cruelly slashed only hours before. All the gumshoes are searching in November's gray drizzles with a hot rage that sizzles under their overcoats, for one glint of reflection from the gutters or...

When I first saw you in just sixty seconds I felt your beauty beckon and I knew you'd be a blessing to my loneliness You were the picture of style and Grace you put a smile upon my face and my heart and soul began to pray for just one minute more so I could stand and just adore all your beauty that had left me floored and hungry for so much more...baby In just one minute you set my head to spinnin...