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Poe spoken over an upright bass
Vibrating off the strings in space Elegant trappings on these cold nights Slung low in my chair with a scotch so bright Slowly breaking free without a trace Like this: Like Loading...
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Time to toss that hate on the Yule log
’tis love I wish to venerate Another year rapidly diminished No more sand to disseminate
It is time to let it all burn away
Unburden ourselves of anything hollow No better than a dollar store chocolate Santa Time to honor the Savior you claim to follow
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It’s December, but it’s warm
Driving faster, turning up the stereo
Eying you all pretty & classy
Hop with me & here we go
Slide right in & kiss me sweet
Be gentle girl, gotta maintain the road
It gets curvy around these parts
& you’re about to make my mind explode Like this: Like Loading...
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Oh, where does our journey end
Or begin, as it so often might seem Futile attempts to erase the past The unknown details of our dreams
The open road panders to a false escape
The mere opportunity to rewrite a sojourn Jesus perambulating with Uncle Walt Debating the path; perchance to learn
Shaky prospects in apportioned time
Manifest destiny teases Ginsburg & Kerouac Further roads leading to ornate wisdom & we keep it concealed out in the back
Thoreau mocking society with his solitude
Knowing alone is the greatest we could ever be Thoughts come to us in gentle waves That perhaps our visions should become the sea
A reinterpretation of westward expansion
Route 66 cross-contaminating Highway 61 All roads have never led us home Emily tempting Death with her life left undone
The growing wisdom of our consumed space
Emerson’s penning pre-revolutionary blues Introducing our souls to unrefined grace The Good Lord providing Her unfiltered muse
Feeble humanity; lost across the tracks
Original sin that we’ve taken on the chin Sifting thought; we might be welcomed again But knock off the Devil’s dust before you come in Like this: Like Loading...
Fatigue hitting my bleary eyes
Another night upon the flight deck Needing a shower & my rack A nation’s burden around my neck
Chocks & chains in the pouring rain
Undeterred from the mission at hand Endless hours like every sailor before So few remaining will ever understand Like this: Like Loading...
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Frostbitten mornings on the coldest date
Walking topless just to tempt thy fates Coffee steaming, releasing arousing heat Contrasting with ice crunching under our feet Magical hours, even if the moons stay out late Like this: Like Loading...
Merry Christmas from Jerry Garcia!
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Walking quietly along the dusty rows
I’ve forgotten dreams, but that’s how it goes Bought the leather bound tome for 35 quid Trying to uncover God, but she remains hid Secret to life on the page, but that’s all anyone knows Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling her sharp features essential
Stretching perfection with a single greying hair Pulling the sweater tight on a provincial frame Opportunity sparse so go loaded for bear
Cold front blowing through for a bit
The supplies stocked for our love is finite Outward appearances leave me shivering In a world such as this, I need something to ignite Like this: Like Loading...
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The sun rising too quickly
Causing you to begin cursing These are our shared moments With these spirits we’re nursing
The cold causing me to shiver
I need some more of your covers But you have none to spare Exposing you; a temperamental lover Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling the cold upon the sill
My wineglass perched just so A stagger to my fragile swagger I hid my love, but now you know Like this: Like Loading...
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Finding that smile
Extraction from the routine Knowing the fatigue A surprise seldom seen
But we can be happy
In spite of our stress A little twirl to start & then off with your dress! Like this: Like Loading...
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Notions of perfection
Falling to fatigue on my soul
Expectations taking control
Society little more than an infection
I’m choking; expiring through this hole Like this: Like Loading...
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Dreams & fates return forthwith
Stars falling from under her dress Elegantly raised up from her seat Floating lightly with each soft caress
The town is alive tonight
Her body spun upon her painted toes A culmination of efforts built upon The bunched cloth forgotten in the throes Like this: Like Loading...
You lay awake in the night
Scratching at your lost youth
Searching for those stolen smiles
Looking me up to uncover the truth
Apologies, I no longer have time
Life didn’t stop with vacant words
I had to live on without you
Your pleas shall never again be heard Like this: Like Loading...
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Speaking all the buzzwords
But those aren’t the vibes she wants The death of your compassion Is what will forever haunt
Double down on speeches & poses
Before you try for her feminist knickers But she needs something more Than your wick to get thicker Like this: Like Loading...
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Lounging early in the morning
She wore an animal print I couldn’t recall I poured another cup to erase the cobwebs A chilly morning; slipping past Fall
She was sleek & beautiful, a deadly shade
Overly dramatic in the best possible sense Passion in abundance for my sole benefit Edging to a climax at our soul’s expense Like this: Like Loading...
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You don’t see it
The boys not getting enough sleep Those who have abandoned their homes Keeping watch over the watery deep
You don’t see it
Those who dream of something better Youth sacrificing blindly Riding the tide, salt spray getting wetter
You don’t see it
Loading sea bags in early morning hours Walking the gangplank in the face of fear Trusting their lives to a Greater Power Like this: Like Loading...
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Woman! I’m tying to be serious
Please, we need to have this talk I’m coming from a place of respect Please, stop with your sultry walk
I’m trying to gather my words
I find it hard to look in your face When you keep your assets Encased in such wonderful lace Like this: Like Loading...
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& so I taught myself
Digging deep into classical books Borrowing from their bright words Until some knowledge overtook
Then I broke free of their grip Slicing my own path & charging off I sit by the fire, gathering my wits I block you out – you merely scoff I don’t care for your opinion You regurgitate falsehoods & lies I’m running through the wilderness & now I’m the Lord of the Flies Like this: Like Loading...
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Coaxing life to grow Necessary if not bothersome A nuisance we all know Nature weeping The wildflowers implore Though my garden Is thirsty for more Like this: Like Loading...
I wish to whisper elegant tales
They’ll allow you to follow me
Through the transfers of light
These are moments you’ll be free
I know you have never believed
In what I forever sought & dreamed
We could have been truly great
You always wanted better it seemed Like this: Like Loading...
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I see your pretty smile
Discovering it’s innocence disguised This walk marked by confidence Always keeping me surprised
A mischievous look upon your face
Nervous energy I can feel Your skirt slightly flares My lips part before you even kneel
My interest has already piqued
Amazed as you love me still faster Truly a breathtaking moment As you call me your lover & master Like this: Like Loading...
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With her secrets daintily hushed
& her charms forever applied My heart proudly sings out to her This soul will not calmly run & hide I want to shout my love forever To be wildly demonstrative & loud To cherish her until hell comes calling Within the Lord’s love I am avowed Like this: Like Loading...
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Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards But we weren’t ourselves with honesty Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become Grabbing self-regard before it fades Destroying their notions of modernism Returning to polka dotted shirts & dark shades We all have our morbid skeletons The vague semblance of a broken soul But somewhere are the clues to the truth Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull Like this: Like Loading...
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It’s not a leer nor an ogle
It’s an enthusiastic appreciation I’m soaking in your beauty Forever grateful of your creation Like this: Like Loading...
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Seeing your beauty
I’m just a collection of nerves Falling for you immediately Embracing your delicious curves Like this: Like Loading...
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The Winter winds keep us bundled
Sending us shivering & reeling Dreams of a warm drink by the hearth Caught up in those distant feelings
Our checklists remain unchecked
Hustle, bustle & we’re forever hurried There must be a moment to calm ourselves To enjoy coffee in the midst of this flurry Like this: Like Loading...