You ask me where is the love?I can’t live in this world without youBecause when push comes to shoveThere is nothing left to doExcept write a book about it all Near, far, wherever you areI can only wish upon a shooting starThat you’ll just let … Continue reading For the Love of a Dutch Girl

I called Jonathan I can’t take it anymore Don’t play more songs please

Yes, you’re crazyYes, I’m twice as crazy as youWhen I try to forget you, I just get three times as crazy as youWhen you play your latest song, I get four times as crazy as youI’m headed for Dillon Thomas, Pablo Picasso, Ernest Hemingway if … Continue reading Gnarls Barkley?

Golden beams stream into the veranda from the sun-soaked streetA moment of repose from unsteady steps drawn by bowing arches of aching feetHis soul bereaved of visions of a comforting embraceSol’s warm rays are no comparison to the form ensconced in laceBut the soundscape of … Continue reading Micaela’s Poem

The interminable fever dreams of the silky clad nymph have run their course to expireFrustration and uncertainty arrive with penetrating waves to finally quell desire Life resumes her rhythms and courses around the globe without recourse to any particular landThe tower of ideas tumbles earthward … Continue reading Inanity of Sanity

Disappointment seeps through every member of the wanderer’s bodyAnd through every exhausted ventricle of his destitute heartHe’s done everything from the noble to infantile to the shoddyEvery effort rent to nothing by a lancing from Satan’s fiery dart To find a God-fearer indistinguishable from an … Continue reading Quagmire

I knowI didn’t comeRegret crushes meI need to undo itI will undo it if you want You’ll never know how important you areI can’t believe I can’t tell you how important you arePlease allow me to tell you how important you areEvery song from you … Continue reading Open de Deur

I’ve had a few encounters with the ladies recentlyJust to rediscover my body and assess its efficacyAfter a life as a monk and eight years of celibacyWith sideburns greying and pushing fiftyAnd nerves fried by PTSDI found that the passion I’m made for has to … Continue reading The Paladin Gangsters

Burning down belowThe itch of self-destructionDecades without compunctionThe interminable rabid pony show Better as a consecrated religiousThoughts were more prestigiousFar less desperate and superstitiousLess fraught with consternationLess submersion in self-flagellationLess gasping with desperation The wound the Dutch ripped openBlasted heat from an emotional ovenBut the … Continue reading Monk Five to Pilgrim Seven Checkmate