Picking up my woman along the way
A short enough skirt that’ll surely tease
Soft tones upon the extinguished day
Wine & song that I might forever please
Snapping fingers & popping buttons
Ample latitude that I might play her fool
Admittedly; for her touch I’m a glutton
My own words reveal me to still be uncool
My ravishing mettle giving her just cause
Subtly picking up her heels and hemline
This rakish spirit providing her pause
Exposing joy & unadulterated sunshine
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You don’t want to admit
That you possibly have some feels The epic curve of your bosom Heaving with a thought that I’ll steal
Your subtle plaid skirt laid out nicely
Legs tucked behind your shapely derriere Forever might be nice if you accept Together we meld into a love extraordinaire
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We used to know the truth
The fundamentals of our lives Misplaced inspiration in youth We, the lost children, who survived
Abandoned by artists searching for gold
Forgetting the dream of accepting yourself Never admitting we’ve grown this old Rejection of impending imperial wealth
Fuck your republicans & democrats
Those who sold the vision with betrayal Insensitive bastards of a Cheshire Cat Unsteady appeasement & divided we fail Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m pounding these keys
Trying to create a landmark Something to last through time A rhyme to set off a sudden spark
I’m vain in ways I won’t admit
A schedule of words upon the page Formulas/equations for me to disconnect Memories for after I’ve withered into age Like this: Like Loading...
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That time for announcing a thankful heart
Admittedly, I’m luckier than I could know I’m grateful for a cozy home to return to She’s statuesque; putting on a show
A very fine housedress with cleavage peeking
I can tell they’re lonely, in need of my kisses Alas, it’s not the time for anything more She’s busy, my housewife, my missus
I take her in my arms with tenderness
This wasn’t the next task she had planned But it’s rather chilly outside How else shall I warm my cold hands Like this: Like Loading...
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Timid changes to the way we survive
Ducking our heads when the water finally rises
Perpetual fatigue ponders if we’re still alive
Each heartbeat wrapped within fervent surprises
Another day emerges from the absence of light
This mug of swill – my only source of heat
Creaking past the endless repetition of night
Punch drunk, but still standing; never admitting defeat Like this: Like Loading...
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On the shores of Ol’ Patagonia
While the citizens did sleep Youthful fear of affection Yet into the woods, they silently creep
Don’t let on how you feel
For you might get what you want The pain of admitting you care & perchance it might forever haunt
The burden of carrying embarrassment
& possibly feeling regret this long Thy youth’s clear true love But hindsight tells me I was wrong
For I wasn’t brave enough to trust
Too busy being incorrect by name Fear welling into my soul But I loved her all the same
It’s not fair to bring up old times
Immaturity & self-reject are not a virtue I don’t deserve her thoughts nor sentiments In the end, never good enough for you
Still thinking of what might’ve been
Or an excuse to freshly misbehave Angst & teenaged awkwardness Take a shot & take it all to my grave Like this: Like Loading...
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I admit I’m not the John Wayne type
I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight
I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe into which we’ll fully immerse
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Locked behind the chauffeur’s key
I know you love me, but can’t admit Thoughts trampled itinerant words You’re unfocused & ashamed by it
I don’t have any sex that sells
That’s not an option for guys like me The car’s musty & you’ve lost the scent & you’re looking for a way to break free Like this: Like Loading...
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A dancing, twirling girl
Caught up in the bedglow Free from the concerns A proper lady to surely know Chamber chorus versus Jazz She couldn’t guess where I’d be That’s what kept us apart Improvisational styles she couldn’t see Cocktails in the early afternoon She liked her whiskey neat A traditional, proper beauty But couldn’t meet when it came to the sheets Striking poses within silhouettes Admittedly swooning from my words A wry smile & another sip We sit naked, listening to ‘Trane & Bird Like this: Like Loading...
I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake
Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth
I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling
A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth
Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse
To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed
To seek out joy & embrace hope where it lives
A stroll in pure sunshine; to be regeneratively bathed
No longer shall I listen to competing voices
I’m going to soak up compassion until I’m through
Outside of the distractions, I’ll grow softer
Finding contentment admits love’s eternal residue
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