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Drinking with the Harbormaster
Regurgitating things only the ocean knows
Freedom can’t be created any faster
Beauty survives rarely as wild as the rose Like this: Like Loading...
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You have your notions of me
Whether it’s my rugged good looks Or I’m a notorious scalawag Though, I’m neither a hero nor a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion
Nor am I a wild west outlaw I choose to wear the eyepatch But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws
I write fast & love slow
Without a care of what they say about me When you have faith You never have to wait & see
I quietly find my secrets within
Descended from that beautiful literary brogue To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun I’ll be your host tonight, the swash-unbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm
Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style But you of good taste & renown class Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile
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TGIF & all that rot
Running when I’d rather be in bed Needing to return to comfort Sweat dripping down my backside instead
The sun rises over the sea
Seeing a fresh day start anew Out of breath, but feeling alive Faster I run, sooner I’m back to you Like this: Like Loading...
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Brushing the record as it goes ‘round
Morning comes faster when you can’t sleep Sipping the tepid coffee down to the grounds Delirious; mind wandering depths so deep
Trying to move your body; needing a gentle stretch
What more to be done when you can’t think Misinterpreting grumpiness for ravings of a wretch Settle down; give me a moment for another drink Like this: Like Loading...
Perfection laid out on satin sheets
Beauty dripping away piece by piece
Every dream slipped right through
Life & loss masked by laughing creases
He said you were everything he desired
Burning deep in his soul, but you refused
Moving too fast to stop & notice him
Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused
The sun rises no matter who is pained
Recall broken hearts when you’re the cause
Plump out your pretty pink lips
In the quiet of night, please retract your claws
Calm thyself, you know your own heart
Time to realize you’re the fatal flaw Like this: Like Loading...
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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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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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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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Rigormortis of the soul
Dejected along emotional failings Tempered seas begin to roll White knuckles; hold fast to the railings
Sorting feelings like a rolodex
Trampled yearning from Jaguar years Unprepared for survival Causing the most elaborate of your fears
Processing out foreign memories
But the answers just get in the way Undisciplined in self-diagnosis A sturdy smile in the face of the seaspray 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...