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A naked soul
Freshly laid open
Raw & exposed
Tease out the secrets
Make her yearn
Discard false modesties
& allow me to finally see
Release what you hold dear
For they are safe with me
Feel joy without
Trying to control
Just be truly free
As God intended
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Feeling the soft, thick cotton
Upon my firm foundation This bottom is solid Do not be fooled by the twinkle in my eye Like this: Like Loading...
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Not content with common thought
Moved to feeling in the handwritten form
Translating the Siren’s voice
Higher levels of not tolerating the norm
We need to break free of these doldrums
Return to where truth spoken with the quill
Compassion in community not a fragmented society
Where we’re doomed to remain at a standstill Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling out of sorts on a Spring afternoon
Broken teeth on the cog / an unbalanced wheel Blinking to bring the world back into focus Society commingling with that natural world Searching to absorb any thought I can feel I try to smile; they said I’d be better soon Like this: Like Loading...
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Late nights blend into early mornings
Up with the weirdos on the street Seeing visions where the shadows were My mind tripping; my instincts in retreat
All the sand has fallen from the hourglass
Dangerous curves when I’m confused Punching time clocks when I should slumber Paycheck feels light/ feel like I’m being used
Leaving my underwear in the middle of the floor
I need more, but its high time for bed To sleep, to dream; an impossible task Passing ships with everything left unsaid Like this: Like Loading...
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Time isn’t what it once was
No longer a never-ending resource Now I feel the aches & pains Groggy; consuming the steaming life-force
Wiping the startled sleep from my eyes
The attempts at a structured morning Lost a step; hard to think these days Age comes with little to no warning Like this: Like Loading...
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The floorboards weren’t so cold this morning
Days grow longer, you can sense it in the air Constellations shifting in the early sky Brewing coffee pitch black to see if my pulse is still there
Waking to see the American Dream broken
But that’s only if you ever believed it was real For now I’m going to enjoy this cup while it’s warm & bask in this Springtime while I can still feel Like this: Like Loading...
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A gleam in your eye
Like we’re getting away with it A quiet moment for ourselves Not exactly what you expected
A touch more intense than you’re used to
But I only know how to kiss deeply
I’m trying to reach your soul & feel every heartbeat Like this: Like Loading...
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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 Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling a great need to create
This is a crazy world today When will we ever thrive when We don’t remember what we say
Hidden slowly in your dreams
Reality hinders our solutions Time tocks against us now Feeling abstract absolution Like this: Like Loading...
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I’ll allow you space to grow older gracefully
You are free to live however feels just right I’m not one to interfere nor infringe Just remember me before you blow out the lights
Let us not count, pluck nor dye the grey hairs
I’m going to love you long after life permits Our souls commingling in the afterlife With all that said, I’ll still think you have great tits Like this: Like Loading...
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Running a finger upon the spines
Treasures of unrequited wit
It can be difficult to wear a smile
When you always feel like shit
Fingerprints on the dusty shelves
Disfigured; in need of some rest
Looking for inspiration in the pages
Slowly drowning despite doing my best Like this: Like Loading...
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I just want you to love me enough
To be impressed by these words I write To be flattered & thoroughly aroused Granting us a bacchanalian night
I just want you to love me profusely
Passionately; all the years through To be by my side until the Pearly Gates For that’s how I feel about you Like this: Like Loading...
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The winter is dreadful
So we huddle by the fire’s glow I always loved that sweater & this feeling we now know You may not always remain But this will be my greatest feat I’ll cherish our every kiss & surely we’ll always have Yeats Like this: Like Loading...
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There are answers in the words
Take time to look between the manual scrawl Feel your body physically push ideas Deliberate reflection of perfection before the Fall
Hypnotized by the handwritten thought
The slow meditation; pen gripped without pain Effortless release of mental blocks To be proud of these scars, but they’re mere ink stains Like this: Like Loading...
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Opposing dialects of the same depression
Feeling callow when we don’t commiserate
Paperback blues of a notorious sort
You got paid, but that won’t always encapsulate
Strike out to find something foundational
Charms of something more eternal than gold
Words are hollow if not properly digested
Cling to this disjointed life, if you be so bold Like this: Like Loading...
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Our solemn tales of passion & woe
My life is to slyly denote Vigor sizzles quietly away We try any which way but by rote
Always there to circumvent
Employing a nudist typist But you get the gist eventually You know, he was there to assist
You rushed out of my life & into the library
I still lust for you in that black dress Never ashamed of how I feel Surprised you expected any less Like this: Like Loading...
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It’s not too much to ask for
Cold chilling to our bones When we’re together forevermore
Wrap yourself tightly, I implore
Through love, we must atone It’s not too much to ask for
Briskness recalls days of yore
Nostalgia to which we’re prone When we’re together forevermore
Battered ships upon the same shore
Knowing we’re never alone It’s not too much to ask for
Feeling the true price of this war
Pages of guilt written in stone When we’re together forevermore
Tossed in the bottom drawer
Realities remaining unknown It’s not too much to ask for When we’re together forevermore Like this: Like Loading...
Spread stance, with a mock salute
Whispering; describing her desires
Soon, I hope she won’t be so mute
Passion of an fantastical nature
Possibly seeming like it’s unreal
Motioning me to come forth
Promises of a love I can feel
Building to a palpable potency
A tangible form of bemused intrigue
Charmed to dizzying arousal
Winding to a whirlwind fatigue
With which note to thoroughly enchant
Steps so sure that time cannot lapse
A smirk; mouthing words to erupt
But knowing I’ll finally leave her unclasped Like this: Like Loading...
Awake early in the naked, teal morning
Still wet from dancing in the rain
My subconscious kissing her femininity
But the memories remain love-stained
Her fingers gripping my shoulders
Our souls constantly trying to absorb
Soft, low moans quietly evident
I’m enchanted by her fleshy orbs
We’re exposed in the light of dawn
A realness that won’t be concealed
We have a glow of our own
No words exist, but a truth she can feel Like this: Like Loading...
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Sheets & reams of the nonsensical
Literary blood lost in the shadow of ink The lifeforce of a simmering soul Marginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sink
Leaving behind the caricature of an artist Contributions to society felt in these empty sheets Fingersmudges marking pages not so white Starkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streets Traces of hereditary ideals eroding away Igniting pages shall still be a stilted sin Yet we rise again from our desert floor Eternally grateful our finite letters aren’t porcelain 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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Too many loud souls/When silence will do
Fools too busy collecting trophies & stickers
Not focused on truth of what matters
Sneaking glimpses of soul-revealing knickers
But they’re plastic; not of a proper diet
A mere aesthetic for the internet’s sake
The superficial appetites of modern times
I long for days when passions weren’t fake
Somewhere there is something incorruptible
Something pure that we might know
To purge our lives of superfluous antics
To feel a little more real & a little less faux Like this: Like Loading...
Riding out these rough seas
Trying to shield our shipwrecked daughters
Storms moving in on us rather quickly
Feeling Hell’s heat & it’s only getting hotter
From port to port, not knowing where to go
Remaining free & clear is the only way to live
Every day out on this cleansing ocean
I pray to the Lord, in the chance He might forgive Like this: Like Loading...
we all were the favorite poets of our circles
awaiting the rest of the world to acknowledge
expecting society to lust for our words
yet no one owes us anything;
become good & make them feel
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Two lost souls, like beachcombers
Looking for lost things, love & such
Distant memories of happiness
The feeling of being needed; a touch
Nestled within a Siren’s lullaby
We never could grasp our fate
Shrugging off the daily struggles
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Feeling dry docked
Removed from the routine
A jolting change
Seldom so blatantly seen
Gasping for air
A life that may be your own
Sensitive to a sullen tone
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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...
Strike up the band, Sweet Lady
I have the feeling we need to dance
Your Southern Charms come calling
& I’m feeling I might get my chance
I’ll compliment your lovely gown
& whisper all my devious thoughts
At the sight of your enticing blush
My nipples grow a little more taut
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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...
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Transactionally stealing poetry from her diary
Thinking pretty thoughts, my lady crooner
Shedding our shared idealized past
Ravishingly disheveled from another nooner
These things are seldom spoken aloud
Angels sing out; no longer so distant
Breached actions distorting our thoughts
Heartbroken; leaving you feeling resistant
I’m out here worshipping my secular goddess
Looking for quiet now & avoiding unsolicited advice
Passion not always akin to pleasure
Focused to ensure my kisses are nice & precise Like this: Like Loading...
The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor
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Aroused by the typewriter’s bell
I’m salivating like Pavlov’s dog Imagining caffeinated mornings Walking the Sunset within the fog Though those were forgotten emotions I’m not able to repeat that form So I do my best to feel the original Sometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm 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
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Teetering on the perilous line
The internet reflecting our shame
Depending on exterior approvals
Our doubts are surely to blame
Where do we find some confidence
The ability to recharge our cheer
I know I always feel much better
When the bride of my heart is near Like this: Like Loading...
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The glorious feel of her body
When she gives me a proper grip
So she can’t fade away
Reassuring her with these lips Like this: Like Loading...
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Dissipating quietly on a warming shore
Seeing lightning strike off the coast A subtle snapshot to something more I think I’m free, but still haunted by her ghost
There’s a storm is coming this way
You can feel it heading from out to sea We’re gonna get a bit of a blow today Teeth to the wind; no place I’d rather be Like this: Like Loading...
Feeling raw weight of tension
The world’s burden
Hindrances to fateful ascension
Regret & sad resignation
This wasn’t in the script
Perseverance through hope
It’s the only way – she quipped
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I’m out here trying my best to contribute
But in the end, you drank me dry
Never thought this life would be a crapshoot
I said forever. It wasn’t meant to be a lie
Each day I feel your eyes searching for flaws
Things aren’t right, this is no way to live
Even with love, there’s a line we must draw
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I’m too old to chase you
Regardless of beauty, understood
Taking a step back to see if you wish to continue
For I never want you to walk away for good
Times are tough- its not easy to love forever
I can’t guess how you feel or what it will take
But silence leads to a sharpened sever
I wish to stop this inevitable heartbreak
I’m not naive enough to think things shiny & new
But my pulse is weak; unsure what it can go through Like this: Like Loading...
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Tracing these feelings back
Wondering where you began to care Why did you lose your resolve & fall in love in the summer’s glare
A palm grove as a backdrop Kissing quietly behind the reeds Feeling more than you had expected Unsure of the coming needs
Layers of sand now everywhere Breeze feeling cool upon your bare hips Hopeful surprises found refreshing Nothing less than passion upon your lips Like this: Like Loading...
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Finding the sunshine
Feeling the glorious heat Remembering the time Our lonely lips did meet
Saving me from despair A slow march to the sea Loosening of our tongues Another chance to be free Getting our bodies outside A good stretch in open air I love your everything, but You’re best when you’re bare Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m trying to listen to your body
Trying to feel my way to your heart I’m looking to recover my innocence That which I lost from the start
I’m decidedly envious of your hands
For they always remain with you Forever within reach of your flesh When I must bow & bid thee adieu
I’m continuously jealous of your locket
& the home it has been given to rest The natural glories akin to Heaven God alone could bestow such a treasured chest Like this: Like Loading...
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Dancing in a moody cabaret
Your hand in mine Wondering your thoughts Your soul I can’t define Clutching your hip Feeling your energy now Falling without remorse Unrestrained; anything you’ll allow Like this: Like Loading...
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Running headlong into the woods
With your meaningless tropes
Escaping any notion of your gaze
Slipping confinement & your stubborn hope
Never wished to be dubbed “wild”
At least not in your repetitive sense
Feeling numb to your expectations
Not remaining to hear your bland defense
Each step leads me further on my trek
Compounding the rules I unwittingly defied
Down the trail & away from your excuses
I didn’t listen, but I’m sure it’s all justified 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 know exactly what I want
She tells me I’m a lurid temptation But she eagerly kisses me back We’re creating a whole new sensation
The only lover my forever will ever know
Doesn’t matter if you can’t understand Together, we’re damn near perfect & she sure feels good in my hands Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t know what you’re looking for
I’m no expert, nor do I wish to try I’m feeling like I’m drowning here & you want to sift through my lies 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...
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I’m trying to live the good life
Exposing my heart, no matter how raw
No need to hide how I’m feeling
Coaxing compassion, so the world might thaw
Standing upright in spite of society
A little shook, but I’m still alive
Move past their hatred & negativity
Within the scope of kindness we’ll thrive Like this: Like Loading...
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It is not a sin, no matter what they say
For love triumph over all — beyond how we explain For truth is greater than words Thus loyalty & devotion shall forever remain
I’m not worried what the preacher says
For he doesn’t understand our match Too ancient to grasp our harmonization He has his own itch he can’t scratch
All that matters is how we feel inside
True love is not a notion they can reject Our bodies & souls eternally intertwined Upon a higher calling our passion connects Like this: Like Loading...
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The world can only hold so many poets
Woefully claiming Bukowski as their inspiration
Worshiping a habitual womanizer & drunk
Answering questions with little to no imagination
I’m doing my best to fill up the lines & empty spaces
With these ink splotches spreading upon the page
Distinct notions of what I believe to be right
But I’m only displaying the curmudgeon side of my age
Shove off from those heroes & clip art stick figures
We need fresh voices with an authentic feel
No more grave-robbing stale words & artifacts
We need to release the future & embrace what’s real Like this: Like Loading...
The dispassionate sunshine emerges
Calling out my dulled & weary name
Feeling downtrodden so early in the morn
Slowly licked by the sun’s eternal flame
Stretching as I rise from my sheets
Needing reservoirs of coffee in times like this
Stark forms in prospective movement
Daylight meets love’s surefire kiss
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A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice
Talking away hours in the sun
Warmth after this long cold winter
Experiences overall count as one
Coming times to start all over
No need to hesitate or soften your walk
Forced feelings fall a little short
Take time & measure when you talk
A friend is a friend forever
But be weary as not to injure
Broken hearts never quite heal
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The sun rose again today
As it often tries to do The light leaves me feeling Naked & exposed to you
Hiding within the coastal pines Hoping that you won’t see That in spite of all the words I’m still only me
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I just want to love you
With no drama or distractions I want to focus on your desires Us; & our primal interactions
I’ll write of our epic romance How my forever feels on your lips But until we can touch again With anticipation you’ll drip
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Let me get out into the world
While everyone else is still in bed
Let me move these old bones
I need to get fresh air into my head
Too many stagnant mornings
With nothing to show for the exertion
Feeling low in my spirits
Like I’m a soul still prone to desertion
I need to discover a permanent solution
To rid my life of heartbreak & pain
I don’t want to struggle anymore
Results from my effort & not simply remain Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m not asking you to save my soul
But if you’re going that way… Go ahead and cop a feel Like this: Like Loading...
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Trying to be tender
Even when you’re feeling cauterized
The day’s been hard
But you come home to her ebullient eyes
Leave your frustrations outside the door
No need to bring any of that inside
Humbled by the cost of existence
Know when to be compassionate, no tint of pride Like this: Like Loading...
I’m not feeling strong these days
With my soul in traction
Weakness seems to manifest itself
Sustaining a chain reaction
I’m not feeling invincible anymore
With my heart on the gallows block
Life can crush your spirit
While we’re busy serving the clock
I’m not feeling perfect, quite honestly
But I know there’s toughness somewhere
Upon a solid foundation I shall rise
With a firm grip on love & a fist in the air 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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Pink/green in a pastel plaid
Her skirt was a pleasant hue A charming, interesting woman Never seen eyes that color blue
Her legs were silky smooth
While the hem felt of terse wool Her’s was a beauty uninterrupted I knew I was soon to be a lovesick fool
Slow, deep kisses made me weak
Darkness; the grips of a tropical storm My heart on the verge of falling, but I needed more than that to keep me warm Like this: Like Loading...
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Imagining a Springtime
Sunshine upon my field
Thriving in a hopeful lilt
Winter’s shield has been peeled
We dance slowly
Your body feels inviting tonight
Our smiles meet in a twirl
Our eyes soaking up this delight Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling her sharp features essential
Stretching perfection with a single greying hair Pulling the sweater tight on a provincial frame Opportunity sparse so go loaded for bear
Cold front blowing through for a bit
The supplies stocked for our love is finite Outward appearances leave me shivering In a world such as this, I need something to ignite Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling the cold upon the sill
My wineglass perched just so A stagger to my fragile swagger I hid my love, but now you know 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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Still sleeping on the edge
Your side is far too cold The house feels empty Without you here to hold Never washed your lipstick Off the wine glass at the table I can’t lose everything I have Missing you makes me unstable Like this: Like Loading...
Midnight’s a fine time to take the Jacksonville train
Rolling double boxcars to decide our fate
Gotta get back to my lover’s bedside
‘cause women like that don’t hardly wait
Been dreaming of her since the days of steam
Finely dressed woman with incalculable sense
I’m lagging behind schedules & timetables
Hindered by a world of devastating pretense
Spellbound, in the terminal cloister, trying to keep track
Our destiny dwindling, chanced by the tumble of dice
Fearing snake eyes when we need eleven
For lightning isn’t going to strike us down twice
Separation has me feeling on the edge of sincerity
Bleary eyes blinked time & again for some sanity
I’m not emotionally set up for these tribulations
Fear of failing, yet no marks upon my frivolous vanity
Memories of forgotten moments in the text
Perhaps it’s time for me to remain fully alert
But I can’t ignore how my insides churn
The notions of the woman so beautifully pert
It’s risky to return my heart for ante
Somewhere she’s loosening her bustle
This venture is getting out of hand
When she’s applying her legendary hustle
Pulling into the station, I know my lot
A few hours late; enough for passion to be reclaimed
I’ve tried my best, but crapped out again
In my weakness, I become loved; that’s when the angels came
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Loosen the screws
Scale down the intensity You’re living too stressed As is your propensity
Kick off your shoes
No purpose for those heels Time for a life change Soak in something you can feel
Walk a ways with me
Let the sunshine impede My hand; avoid the tide For this is all you need Like this: Like Loading...
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Mornings naturally rise
Catching sunshine in my eyes
Distracted by the obvious glare
Misdirected like you really cared
Left feeling a bit obtuse
Never in pity, what’s the use
Taking a moment to feel low
Then return to what we all know
Be smarter, don’t get deceived again
Or merely rewrite it all with your pen
At this point, there are no rules
Ignore their taunts, the damn fools
Karma will get them in the end
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It’s been a long night
My soul is now creaking Make me feel good (handsome) A soft bed is all I’m seeking
My head hurts from fatigue
Your sweetness now applies Lay me down to slumber With mercy in your eyes Like this: Like Loading...
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My fetish is powerful women
Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself
Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch
Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely
While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no?
When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean Like this: Like Loading...
I went for a walk in the predawn hours
I could feel something wasn’t quite right
’Twas a red sky morning/sailor take warning
Amiss; something’s gone bump in the night
There was a time I went walking in the woods
Fatigued; this existence has become too tense
It was there I encountered the damned zombies
They stole my peace along with my sensibility & sense
Now, I don’t do much walking outside of the wire
If I must, I seek protection from my Heavenly Lord
I never fail to bring along a prayer upon my lips
& in my hand the weight & might of the Wu-Tang sword
*found this graffiti in Wilhelmshaven, Germany in 2017
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Junky little notes
Throwaway lines on the postmodern stage Cultural fragmentation in empty streets Truth whittled away on an evaporating page
The disillusionment of an appropriated life While the world’s on fire; downright ablaze The American Dream sold off to the lowest bidder Feeling dissociative in these recent raucous days Our dishonest & unaccountable government Are trying to sell you their uninspired vision Trying to sway your vote by gripping your throat But their cockamamy pleas will be met with only derision Like this: Like Loading...
I wish to feel her heart
To feel every loving beat She makes me smile Ever since we first did meet
I wish to touch her heart
For it always gives me hope A silly grin creases my face With my prolonged grope
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Feeling a deep desire Focus on her existence Passion’s everlasting fire Like this: Like Loading...
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Focused on your insignificant flaws
In which no one else will ever see Characteristics making you unique Unchain your conscience & live free
Allow someone to finally love you
Let them express how they truly feel No longer settle for defective models Expect a beautiful life to always be real Like this: Like Loading...
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The world is built on facts
But governed by how we feel Rejecting logic first thing Too early to test if we’re still real 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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Unfettered and unlined
Drinking coffee deep into the night Unfiltered; seeing life as it truly is Feeling raw, returning to my machine to write
I’m pulling the strings, creating fictional tales
A life breathing under these mechanical keys Slowly coming to the surface A birth in words, triumph in moment’s like these Like this: Like Loading...
Feeling life through the paper
The keys leaving marks with texture Don’t wander too long We don’t want to leave life to their conjecture 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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Our fragile egos remain outright
Yet still free – not compelled by those In the trenches we find disaster Inspired to richly & sullenly compose
How do we heal? How do we grow?
Absorbing vibrations & her headspace blues Redefinition of cool among the vulnerable Rising morale since she turned off the news
Erratic dreams of dismantling love
The early signposts to the apocalypse Gentle rise becomes glaring to our eyes Summer mornings feel fresh on our nips
Ground control to juxtaposed fallacies
Squandering purest moments we’ll know With no intention to rattle a dull saber Paradise; when I only wanted a cup of joe Like this: Like Loading...
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I can’t explain
I don’t have the frightful words Just know I can still feel Yet my notions contain the absurd
These nuisance actors linger
Youthful mistakes I always regret The musty smell of a cracked spine Odes & reams I can never forget Like this: Like Loading...
I was planning on being a gentleman
But then she kicked off her heels
The rest of the night was an orgasmic blur
I went and caught a bad case of the feels
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She wore a smart suit
Setting her apart from the rest She was a fine specimen Altered from her years out West
The tailor created perfection
It loved her feminine curve The details you won’t miss Feeling beauty in your structured nerves
Those blonde curls, nice & tight
Noticing underthings peeking through Regaining my composure in time Don’t want my excitement to be misconstrued
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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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I know you’re checking out your flaws
Standing at the mirror, counting imperfections Negative thoughts like these rather gnaw So I’m offering up thorough inspections It’s best to take it slow around curves Haste would be such an utter waste Wanting you to feel it in each of your nerves This examination shall be conducted by touch & taste Like this: Like Loading...
Strapped into a mourning gown
That might survive our winter garden
Rebasing all these dreams
This predicament has begun to harden;
I beg your pardon
Slowly peeling off your layers
Caught us in a lightning storm
Feeling excited electricity
Between our adrenalized forms
Standing naked before the darkness
Illuminated only by midnight flashes
Perfection within a moment
Emotion dripping from your eyelashes Like this: Like Loading...
I’m trying to find the rhythm to life
The way for our souls to feel fresh & free
Purging the endless stress & strife
Standing open in the sunshine, just you & me
I’m trying to find more substance in life
While being cleansed by the Lord’s cool sea
Forever embracing my beloved, beautiful wife
Together; is the only place I’ll ever want to be Like this: Like Loading...
Overcast Navy sailing away
Pull up your trousers (black silk)
Your stay here has been cut short
Prominent sundresses & of that ilk
Humid weather slowing me down
Manicured hands releasing winds to blow
Settle into your newly structured mind
We never asked you to row so slow
Not listening to rumors on the deckplates
There’s a truth down there you can’t feel
Displacement registered in the silence
Absolutism shook along the keel
I still know you in spite of your success
For I knew you when you were poor
Beauty does not replace kindness
It merely opens up another door Like this: Like Loading...
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Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob
The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality
Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify
Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits
Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here
Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch Like this: Like Loading...
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Teetering on the edge of normalcy
The unraveling of misguided forms This mind won’t settle into boredom Will not compromise the quelling of the storm Do not attempt to dampen this fire My spirit will continue to actively soar For I won’t be cajoled to become bland Feeling fresh & alive, always reaching for more Like this: Like Loading...
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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...
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I want to know the secrets
The ones you have buried deep within I want you to whisper your love Kiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin
Running away from sunsets & goodbyes
Feeling the lead of stained windowpanes These houses don’t hold strained memories Washed away in the softening of Winter’s rain
I’m freely exposed in these dimmer days
Wrap me with the sound of rigorous hymns I listen, but don’t fathom your parlance I can’t keep up with your acronyms Like this: Like Loading...
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Transfiguring lips into Fabergé petals
Feeling decadent painting the night sky
Let us rejoice with our illustrious words
Palpitating deliberately when bliss is nigh
These fanciful & bountiful thoughts of yonder
Possibly plentiful but not quite enough for us
Imaginative; creating a softer substantial side
We’re most serene when we’re a bit mussed 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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I want the world to be beautiful
So, be confident in your walk I’m forever grateful you exist & I love the sass in your talk You may not always feel it Might not always be your best That’s when you come to me & I’ll put your mind at rest Like this: Like Loading...
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I feel like a bull in a China shop
I feel ugly next to you swans Not wanting to detract from you I wander off into the rising dawn I try to find a genuine smile I feel like I’m pressing my luck I’m not meant to be amongst beauty For I’m not pretty; I’m just a duck Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t know what the hell I’m doing
I’m just trying to feel my way through This existence offers many pitfalls Working within our struggles, those Blues There’s only one way to survive here You’ve got to continue to fight your urges Finding the right path to paradise Piecing together words to sing the dirty dirges Like this: Like Loading...
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Don’t tell them the bad things
For they’ll never understand Unfair portraits of emotion Feeling adrift & wholly damned Hopelessness internalized It is a matter for us to resolve Into the trenches to survive With only love to absolve Like this: Like Loading...
I want to figure out the words
That will decrypt certain feelings
Causing an insatiable thirst
Finding me irresistible & your mind reeling
I want you to grasp my intent
& share the secrets of the codex
Together; living united toward purpose
Each day, locked into our fervid sex
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I’m driving down by the beach
Radio tuned to Lana Del Rey
Trying to turn back the clock
Warm, salty air to celebrate the day
Looking for a moment to feel alive
To relive the trappings of youth
Ignoring the aches of aging
To deny the inescapable truth Like this: Like Loading...
Outlandish wizards’ duel
Mixing bourbon & theraflu Hell or highwater We’re gonna fix you Potions & laboratories Possible twitch or dull pain A swig of this or that You’ll be feeling right as rain Like this: Like Loading...
I don’t want your descriptions
For they mean nothing to me
I refuse to be your inscription
I’m gone – I already set myself free
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I didn’t feel a thing
Amputation of the soul
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