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Producing love from the remnants
Scraping together all the excess joys
Those neglected in the dire nights
Reformed into a splendid noise
Never believing the crooked ones
Doubts & rebuffs will not hold true
Keeping the mind above the skeptics
For love will endure & awaken you
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A crooked tiara
Perched over tear stains Smudged makeup drying Only the pain now remains But the sunshine emerges Hope rises after the ashes Don’t give up on me, for I’m Here to kiss wet eyelashes Like this: Like Loading...
Emerging from the cool waters
Morning swim to ease my mind
My soul’s been hacked
I needed an escape to unwind
Society is advancing
But merely on the people’s rights
Media’s a crooked lapdog
We’re doomed if we refuse to unite Like this: Like Loading...
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Taking time to reside in detail
Coaxing ghosts off the Sunshine Coast A temper & a crooked smile The truth when we needed it most
Knowing differences of our secrets
Diligent with passing the changes I’m fluid in these manipulations But for her I am, keeping me strange
Reading cracked-spine paperbacks
Wandering by; gently grabbing her waist Creating space & sending archaic signals Standing proud, knowing silence accustomed to taste Like this: Like Loading...
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The gentle fog of last night’s revelry
Walking the streets before the sun
Overcorrecting the crooked events
Getting myself right before the day’s begun
Dreamscapes fading in these early hours
Scars to tell tales of an alternate narrative
Truth impedes the recital of our union
Clinging to our bodies not always so imperative
Setting the scene amidst several libations
Resulting in sloppy notes from the underground
These aren’t mundane epitaphs from stone
Rather just trinkets for creation to remain unbound Like this: Like Loading...
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Frayed cuff on antique khaki
Knowing thy state of dress I wasn’t as dapper as she was used to Hoping she wouldn’t think any less
He wasn’t any better than a prig
Her dance card drawing sideways looks Quietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue & the way we shared our crooked books
Shaking the dust off our neglected spines
Certain steps lead to an awkward courtship But faith in the power of pristine passion That’s when I met her puckered cherry lips Like this: Like Loading...
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Maybe those were the days
I wasn’t so perfect, structured or neat Rebelling against all humanity Couldn’t tell the difference in defeat A crooked line to follow A wrinkled brow upon the figurehead Our dreams fractured when applied Lost within reality’s pragmatism instead Like this: Like Loading...