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These fallible bodies getting in the way
Of our universal souls meshing Tracing Rorschach designs on her hip My mind erases upon naked flesh
She caught me caught dancing in her slip
& the glory of sunshine after the rain She smiled in spite of being nervous Hoping life could begin without the pain
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Giant sighs to begin the day
Spiritual attempts to center myself with verse Coffee to coax the hopeful sun’s rays I stand proudly naked; deterioration’s only getting worse Like this: Like Loading...
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The darkness has not lifted
But the voices are getting mean A subtle slippage in the light I’m going to need more caffeine
Perhaps some fresh air to heal
When the dreaming has soured I spy the image in a night shift The lone lady out at this hour
The gloom begins to recede
With this sweet widow on the block My heart in rhythm with her words As the gentle hands on the clock Like this: Like Loading...
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Theorizing over a second cup
My mind just now beginning to glow
Slowly churning inadvertently
Casually tossing out tidbits I know
Seeing my reflection in the spoon
Greymatter a superior substance though
Probably going to need a third cup
If these thoughts are going to flow Like this: Like Loading...
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Lost in the silhouette of a shadow
Emerging as the heat begins to recede
We cannot know what the day holds
Only the way our imagination feeds
Getting outside while the city still sleeps
Early, but I need to get air into these lungs
Darkness illuminates my quiet solitude
Exposing the songs we need to be sung
I feel lost & ineffectual most days
But I haven’t given up living yet
Stretching this old body once more
Finding answers once I’ve sweat Like this: Like Loading...
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Mornings creak abruptly open
With the mind beginning to spool We’re out here prayin’ & hopin’ That I won’t always be a damn fool
The promise of a new day can look glib
But I believe this soul can still be smitten Look to the potential of a fresh nib I know the best notes are always handwritten Like this: Like Loading...
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Summer fades in our hearts
Though it’s still warm outside We begin to look forward to Autumn & beauty that coincides The air will find a little chill & we’ll see Winter on the attack Soon, we’ll be yearning for heat Wishing for seasons to cycle back Like this: Like Loading...
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Saddle up to the counter
Anxiety requiring a shot or two Feeling warmth of liquid bliss Slowly beginning to feel like you
Tension of these recent events
But knowing he’s always on your side Methodically flirting for good measure You’re aglow; his fair-haired bride
Hand in hand to go dance in the rain
Never letting storms dampen your night Electric kisses & a dress clinging as it drips It’s perfectly transparent; albeit no longer virginal white Like this: Like Loading...
It was a one-eyed kind of morn
With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy
Slight images of a lovely form
Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain
Racking my skull for a proper memory
Writing down every & each detail Compiling a list to rediscover I’m trying to think, but it’s to no avail
A faceless gown with affectionate gloves
Somehow my mind is able to recall Cognitive fragments begin to linger Clouded out by last night’s alcohol
Scenes slowly begin to return
I believe we’re out on the dance floor An embrace of smoldering desire Yet I couldn’t figure out any more
Scraps of notes spread before me
No identity to place upon the truth Scant reason to be shy in my search Basking in honesty of my lapsed youth
Cobwebs have been sparsely lifted
Won’t think of her in the past tense Her ghostly touch encourages me yet We shall meet again, I firmly sense
To hold her with determined spirit
Seems fantastical at this sad rate Yet she’s left fingerprints upon me Remaining until I succumb to my fate Like this: Like Loading...
Dodging trains with the Lost Boys
Feeling free in the midnight hour Nothing can keep us on the ground Laughing in faces of those who wish us dour Freedom begins with your own soul No matter the toilsome tasks or nautical miles I’ll smirk & continue to play For there’s a revolution within my smile
Engin Akyurt from Pixabay Like this: Like Loading...
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Seeking the subtle differences
Between life & the setting sun Passion is in the overlooked details At least that’s how we’d begun
Trying to make each step proper
But somehow finding ways to fail Love doesn’t mean we’re forgiven Yet it’s the chance each moment entails Like this: Like Loading...
Can we puncture our transcendent eyes
Feeling fantasies no one can understand
Trapped behind responsibility & expectation
Failing to grasp foundations as we planned
The difference in our souls transmit
Expounded by the beatings of our hearts
Revolutions begin when the cerebral are tired
But their might will never sever our parts
You cannot be weak if you’re truly weird
There’s no time for the molecules to rearrange
These burdens of an unimaginative society
Simply cannot fathom the depth of how you’re strange Like this: Like Loading...
Surviving by the bright light of day
Pouring coffee directly into my weary eyes
Can’t sleep at night since I must remain alert
Anxious; trying to hide my soul’s invisible cries
Gathering my wits to merely successfully exist
Waiting for the other shoe to drop & Hell to begin
Tired of cowering away in forgotten silence
Appearing strong since no one sees the enemy within 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...
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The sun entering the bedroom
She tasted like natural ginger root Satisfied before she began her day A short skirt & high heeled boots
A perfect way to leave her
A lovely morning with such a sight I watched her until I couldn’t see Everyone should be so lucky at first light Like this: Like Loading...
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Transitional glories of the forlorn
Where do we begin to find solace Ancient cries of those forgiven Trading a reckoning for eternal bliss
Standing high on a sailor’s mount
Searching for souls in which to confide A bounty shall be easily & surely lost Yet remaining steadfast with the coming tide Like this: Like Loading...
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Another tepid morning, waiting silently
Dawn yet to break, but my head feels that way These dog days lapse like a bit of purgatory Standing before St. Patrick with nothing to say
Teetering & more than slightly confused
Checking my watch; praying its not too late Did my heart stop? How did I go so astray Jolted back- the Almighty’s nectar begins to percolate Like this: Like Loading...
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Relaxing in my hammock
Feeling the gentle breeze Trying to close my eyes But visions of her tease
My head starts churning My heart begins to race Need to stick the landing Without falling on my face Along the way in I’m shedding all my clothes By her sly smile My beautiful woman already knows Like this: Like Loading...
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Flaming sauerkraut stud muffin
A condensed version of radial glory Knowing full well where life begins The translucent strands of our story Calculating Parisian jazz statistics Veiled through the rummy, filtered grime Distance equals an unfettered stump When satisfaction measured in Lycra & time Logbooks; surmounting the tepid schedule All aboard the mourning run of the downtown train Sunrise catching your weary eyes Early summer rain prepositions our inaugural hurricane
*I was bogged down and couldn’t write so I just started writing nonsense until I was inspired to create something. It is what it is.
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thinking nostalgic thoughts
on an empty stomach rediscovering grunge tunes stuck at home in a pandemic remembering the pain of high school couldn’t fit in anywhere reliving dark moments where it could’ve ended remembering lost loves & how warm they made you feel but you know it wasn’t real leaving you cold & alone abandoned until life truly began. Like this: Like Loading...
You stand there aghast
I smile with arched eyebrows
What’s the matter, Lady
But all you can say is “wow”
Letting the thought marinate
You begin your quiet pleas
My smile just widens
I can tell you’re weak in the knees Like this: Like Loading...
I’ll send you love notes throughout the day
Explaining how much you mean to me
Instructions for the coming nightfall
Details & negotiations for once you’re free
We need to get rid of all the day’s stress
Let us forget about tomorrow’s obligations
I’ll start by removing my clothes first
It’ll be a beginning to your eventual inspiration
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The clouds descend upon us
Stress compounding at this time of year Getting darker as the days build Waxing upon the fruition of fear
This world is a bloody hell
A disaster proven before the ink dries Scorn for a distant foundation Futility in which all hope slowly dies
The darkness returns
Looking for a story to wryly begin Miscommunications falter & I wade through my vermouth & gin
Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay Like this: Like Loading...
Stepping out into the light
My eyes can’t adjust to the sunshine
Night left me with nary a sleep
Stumblin’ home to all that’s still mine
Life comes at you hard & fast on the inside
Wondering when the pitches stopped comin’ in underhand
Won’t wallow in misery nor memory of elsewhere’s joy
These speeches fail to convey truth I can’t understand
Where do we go to return to the proper roads
Did I miss the signal for the game to truly begin
I’m old these days; confused by angles & trajectories
Yet I can still & once again wipe myself clear of my sin Like this: Like Loading...