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Naked recitals on a rainy day
Pursuing words off the tip of her tongue
The bookmark’s subtle movement
But that bell won’t be un-rung
I have a weakness for smart women
There’s a deliciousness to their thoughts
Flaunting her drop-dead genius
Leaving me bothered & hot
Innocently lewd ending with a flourish
She comes to me, reaching to kiss my earlobe
Retreats with a curtsy à la nude
She’s done; winks & pulls closed her robe
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Light stretching & taking hold
Too long under these covers
Happenchance favors the bold
Time to spread these sea legs
Arching my back & flexing my arms
It feels good to still be alive
We’ve shuttered close, yet escaped any harm
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Dipping the nib to recreate a dream
God’s plan woven into our sleep
Where do we find our moments of clarity
The ink spreading quietly as if my words weep
Pulling a clean sheet from the ream
Porous surface of the stark linen awaits
No mystic charity in wringing your soul
Close your eyes & embrace your passionate traits Like this: Like Loading...
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Life should have more dancing
More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me
A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off her shoulders I wish to caress her by candlelight Looking into my eyes, asking for more Whispering all the things she wants Dancing close until our bodies are sore Like this: Like Loading...
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Trying to overcome an existential crisis
Harking back to those foundational years Emerging out of my own wounded shadow Striving headlong into those ancient fears
Transitionally limping along these days But my injuries aren’t those to be seen Nor the stretch marks upon my soul Yearning for the notion of becoming clean Throughout it all, forever fond of the Blonde Woman, hold me close to your breast Tell me this life is going to be all right That together, entangled; we’ll always be blessed Like this: Like Loading...
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Seeking a spiritual remedy
For my soul isn’t quite whole Burnt out & emotionally drained Tea cup’s empty & I’m no longer in control
Midcentury motif & I’m peeling paint
Shrinking violets & closing in walls Pushing back against our growing pains Energy to create, but my life remains a free fall Like this: Like Loading...
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Just wanting these eyes to close & slowly linger
Fatigue from society & the domesticated sheep Intentionally & lightly dipping her ginger fingers Focused breaths when you only wish to sleep Like this: Like Loading...
They don’t have men
Down at the newspaper anymore Dusty ages disagree They’ve forever closed the door
They’re hiding the truth
In the time of an information superhighway Where they locked away Dignity They’re not telling, they won’t say
We’re on our own out here alone
You think we’re lost & have much to fear Stranded under this desert sky Be still thy soul, for I was born out here Like this: Like Loading...
I never said I was good at this
I have no fancy training or school
I just close my eyes & spill my soul
Without any regard if it will be cool
I’m a bush league hack at my best
Wandering my way through eternity
Endless reams within your dreams
But I’ll never be a victim of your modernity Like this: Like Loading...
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Break free from all your interlocking rules
Unsatisfactory way to start your day Too fatigued to suffer gladly these fools Waiting for a sunrise in an errant way
I’d rather return to my bed, closing my eyes
No other way to explain how I’m so damn tired Can’t get my life together after all these tries My number always called, but I’m feeling expired
What will it take for me to finally see
Time to stumble forward for that pot of coffee Like this: Like Loading...
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There’s a beautiful woman I know
She’s waiting for me on the shore The letters say she’s been lonely Don’t want her to feel it anymore
I close my eyes & silently plead
Please Captain, full steam ahead ‘Cause I got a lady back home & She’s waiting for me in our bed Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling all that stress
Expectations that’ve been laid The pressure raining down Questioning dues already paid
Close your eyes, count it out
We’re gonna try to start again A skip in your step – hope to hold Take on the world with a sly grin Like this: Like Loading...
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There’s a whole other world
It’s never wise to take a peek Pull the curtain forever closed That’s not the happiness you seek Like this: Like Loading...
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Transparent dresses hanging in the mud room
Saran-Wrapped for mild protection Eyes closed to foreign tales Tempered thoughts of stifled affection
Painted prose with regurgitated eyes
Our dreams left choking on the floor Scribbling beliefs with thick gouges Manufactured truth with cries of Nevermore
Redundant weight of classical heroes
Forcing us into bastardized Groupthink Yet my mind still wanders to her opaque passion Chasing her dragon with endless ink Like this: Like Loading...
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Taking a moment to pause
Allowing all the colors & sounds To penetrate my senses I’m going to miss being around
Soon to return to the sea Riding waves with crushing might Darkness closing in on me Holding fast to escape the night
*not really going back to sea. just remembering the feeling of writing this before the holidays a few years ago
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I’ve traveled the world
& I keep returning to the same notion
I’ve seen interesting places
But I never again want to sail the ocean
My simple truth is that I’m content
I’ve found a good life; that should be clear
The grass is never greener anywhere else
We’re on an amazing course; we shouldn’t veer
There are so many opportunities
I would never close any of those doors
I don’t ever want to let go of your hand
Now that I have & forevermore come ashore Like this: Like Loading...
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Is it possible to just lay here
I just want to close my eyes It’s been a frustrating day Take your hand off my thigh Please don’t look at me like that Woman, have your way if you insist But I promise not to enjoy it Will you be gentle if I don’t resist? Like this: Like Loading...
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The walls closing in
Pressure squeezing my thoughts Expectations no longer exist Expired potential is all I’ve got
I’m trying to survive
In spite of all this turmoil A slight focus on my life Confirming my soul won’t spoil Like this: Like Loading...
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Seasons quietly disregard
Our needs & desires Soon we’ll be bundled Huddling by the fire
Gone will be excess of
Unfiltered sunshine Please cuddle closer Remind me we’ll be fine 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...
Pounding away at those keys
Not enough coffee to still remain Eyes close at each stopping point Expected, but can’t ever refrain
I love you through & through
No matter the ups or downs You just keep on doing you I’ll make sure neither of us drown ￼ Like this: Like Loading...
While we were off sleeping
The rains whipped themselves up in a squall
The flowers rose from their dormant stature
We were left to discover what never was at all
Stripped away our delinquent delusions
Forced to find the truth of this precipitation
Life is a fragile balance of our dreams
Love draws us close while fusing our imaginations
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Restless strokes of the brush
The telltale image of our love combined Closing our eyes to life’s explanations Marching to the sunrise; no longer confined Like this: Like Loading...
Ignore my fantastic ideas
For they come out in reams
Please close your eyes
Lest you believe in dreams Like this: Like Loading...
Been listening to Chet baker all day
A friend said it’d make me a better person
I’m closing my eyes while the sounds take over
I’m imagining a lost era
Every man knowing how to wear a suit
Every lady in a tailored dress
Mad Men fiction – but with a tangible feel
A stiff drink to calm my modern nerves
& realize I yearn for well dressed people
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She’s shakin’ those hips
Drivin’ me wild with thirst
If I try to tag along
My mind’ll surly burst
Please loosen my tie
Could I have a slug of wine
If I close my eyes
Could she ever be mine
It’s a delicate inferno
Blazin’ through the night
I find myself dry
Only she’s in my sight
Vision’s gettin’ thick
Consciousness gettin’ deep
My soul to believe
She’s too salacious to sleep
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I’m enthralled by the details under your dress
I’m focused on lace & the embroidered rose
I’m here to pay attention & relieve your stress
Whispers words that won’t leave your legs closed
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Excuse me, Miss
I need help between the books
You look down your glasses at me
Don’t worry about their errant looks
You’re dressed mighty nice
I think it’s by the back shelves
It seems I’ve gotten us lost
Oh my, I think we’re by ourselves
I pull you in close
A hand sneaks under your skirt to play
You moan aloud; onlookers’ smile
Apparently we’re still on display
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Lost in a deteriorating moment
What more can we do to be free Close our eyes to the darkness Tiptoeing quietly, down to the sea Searching franticly for the answer But the obvious truth is often a ghost False memories are unruly traipses Inclinations leading me, down the coast Is there a way to be clean again To bathe in the ocean’s gentle roar Hope against hope; possibly a way To find sunshine that might restore Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m hanging on for dear life
As you whisk me around I’m dangerously close My soul being bound To you & all this joy You whisper it’s not real That you’re just a dream Then how come I can still feel Like this: Like Loading...
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Just because you’re the inspiration
Doesn’t mean you’re the intended
Taking what life gives us
Even those not comprehended
Just because you’re the muse
Doesn’t mean you’re the truth
Finding open sores upon the soul
Lingering there since early youth
Just because you’re the source
Doesn’t mean you’re all that real
Gone once my fingers close
You’re merely a ghost my heart can feel Like this: Like Loading...
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Sitting out on the porch swing
Skirt spread flat over rocking legs Exhausted from the daily routine Tired of sharing life with the dregs Closing weary eyes to dream again Imagining a reassuring, masculine form Knowing this could finally be different This could be comfort in the coming storm Like this: Like Loading...
The curtains rose gently
Caught in the morning breeze
An undisputed beauty
My heart soaring above the trees
Our feet sore from the dancing
Closest to perfection I ever saw
All the while her lips were sealed
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I lean in close
Brushing your hair over an ear
Whispering how I want you
To me, it’s startlingly clear
You blush & push me away
But I remain firmly by your side
For I am happiest here
My stunning, beautiful bride Like this: Like Loading...
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These stories are figments of hope
Simple words from a mind of an everyday man
These theatrics of an unknown sort
Living through each day without scope or plan
Journey to the water’s edge to find a salve
To bathe our souls in God’s great sea
I’m not close to your idea of perfection
But I’m forgiven; a better concept to be Like this: Like Loading...
Keep a passing eye on fortune
Elevated from a closing remark Cutting eyes in a curious direction Distracted by life on a lark Like this: Like Loading...
Closing my hand around her concept
The starkness of her blonde aspiration Seeing the truth behind her veil My ministrations lead to her liberation Like this: Like Loading...