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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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Wet Sunday mornings
Grass still damp from the rain Fresh air still cool to the touch Rising without a hint of pain
Voluptuary visions upon a treasured bond
Hoping we might become bosom buddies Remotely fond of the Bon Vivant’s taste When I proposed to you in the study
My parochial quips; unacceptable in polite society
Profane & unprintable odes to her formidable posterior Writing what catches my mind’s eye I can’t help it if my motives might be ulterior
Vice & folly are complimentary rectitudes
But please stop staring at the lady’s chest There’s only so much to explain away & no one cares the origin of your Preppy crest
Tell me what constitutes good head
With my mind clinging to her curves These dreams; had their own Silicone Valley Yet, when she speaks I’m a pile of nerves
Boxing Day is the day for cunninglingus
Cauliflower ear from her thighs Witnessing nature’s perfect curvature Nonperishable lust eschews the dandy’s lie
Vanity is fundamentally unstable
Draping you in silks & laces so gaudy New souls full of an easy virtue Just know, how badly I want your bawdy
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Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wine
I get thirsty in these evening hours Noticing silhouettes moving in the kitchen Before too long I might need a quick shower
This humidity is slowly trying to roast me I’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleeves Her beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consent I’m merely appreciating that in which I believe Like this: Like Loading...
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My words not yet upon the honorable shelf
Needing to be written before displayed
Returning to the beginner’s mind
Where a fresh outlook might be relayed
The quiet intent of seeking wisdom
But maybe we could apply it
Without toxic soapbox rhetoric
No use in deflecting nor to deny it
Navigating the rows of knowledge
The sheer beauty of words, staked by reams
Our hearts insulated from reality
By the rumination of our dreams Like this: Like Loading...
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My wineglass perched on your ass
After the night we spent tonguing in cursive Stagnant & installed as my petrified goddess Wishing modern love was more immersive
Making memories of stained glass
Naked with our flesh intertwined Fresh thoughts I need to write down Either way, I know you’re forever mine Like this: Like Loading...
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Many a boy – quick in his view
Looking for the easy girls of a soft dawn Those who are comely & always giggle With an fresh smile & seldom else on
They know not the pleasure of true joy
The beauty of engaging an active mind The coaxing out of the right words An equal in intellect you might find
But I, who finds himself at sunset
Have indeed heard the siren’s voice & the pleasure of being selected By a grown woman’s choice Like this: Like Loading...
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Waking up with a distracted mind
Aftershocks from a week on the grind Trying to find value before the end of life’s lease Notes on the venerable self & a lyrical muse to find
Walking up the cold steps of Old Main
A place to encounter books out of the rain An affinity for the ones with the creases A shared notion of binding pain
Wondering what fresh barriers to get through
But, I’m not here to explain anything to you I’m here to love you as we search for peace That our story & passion continue their rendezvous Like this: Like Loading...
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A fresh morning in a shabby hotel
Sunshine pouring through open drapes Heavy, yet obviously threadbare Blinded; only seeing abstract shapes
Sitting on the edge with a warm mug
Need to move, but my legs won’t go A few more moments in this peace Hell begins once I’ve finished this cup of joe 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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Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed asses
Spending the morning listening to the Blues An old soul within that youthful mindframe Toe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoos
I begin to think I’m the one lured But all we have between us is coffee stained mug rings Embrace the possibilities of the moment Join in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BB King
This day is such a sunny tease Through passion, we become another bedpost notch A memory Today will keep for all posterity As she makes me taste the glories of her vagazzeled crotch Like this: Like Loading...
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Lost beneath the shipwreck
Down at the bottom of the cove Suffering from the scurvy With scant upon our old wood stove No fresh water nor ripe fruit Alone with only countless tales Doomed with no audience nor friend Fate of those who chase the whale 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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Cooler temps mark the new day
Fresh air behind God’s wrath
An eerie calm now remains
Watching quietly in the aftermath
Peeking out the windows
Nervous in the hours after the winds blew
Pressure & fear have dropped
I’ll do anything to hold onto you Like this: Like Loading...
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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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I caught you outside in your slip
The gossamer wisps within my view
A ripe side of the ever lovely
I couldn’t help but stare at you
Running through a Summer rain
Racing to the steps of a Victorian porch
Draped in a thin dress of pale tulle
The heavy heart of a burning torch
Amid the seduction of incantations
I knew your illusions were clear
Transparent upon the fresh flesh
& I thought only my intentions were sheer
I always look where no one looks
Trying to see what no one is willing to see
Saturated; glory beyond Heaven’s bounty
I’m out here shooting for immortality Like this: Like Loading...
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She’s not hurting anyone
What’s your inherent need to control Let her be to live her life free Treating her like there’s no sovereign soul
She’s young, trying to have fun
Release her from your archaic notions You fear unbridled joy & autonomy Unable to handle her natural range of emotion
Time to hand the world over to the youth
No need to continue your attempts to entrance We had our time & we failed miserably With their fresh blood, we might have a chance Like this: Like Loading...
Finding the energy to jump up
To start the day in the sunshine Collecting smiles from fresh faces & always returning to the love that’s mine
Pouring another coffee to revive my soul The blacker the better; deeper than the sea Knowing secrets which youth will always deny That happiness is real & it’s forever free
Nonsense & miscalculations they always spew For they see glitter & everything they never tried But experience will tell you simple is better & anything worth fighting for is kept on the inside
Alexander Belyaev from Pixabay Like this: Like Loading...
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It’s a stale morning
The humidity will come later for sure But that’s not what I want from life We need a cool breeze fresh & pure 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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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...
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...
Tiptoeing through the trees
Woodland creatures greeting us
Descending further from structure
The quiet overtaking the fuss
We try to be grander than precedent
Yet habit takes a familiar role
Leaving a void in our morale
Purge with fresh air upon the soul Like this: Like Loading...
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Persistent chants in the Winter breeze
Thoughts of her beauty & I start to wheeze I wish to taste her freshly bathed skin Through all the heartache, I’d do it all again For she’s still the one to knock me to my knees Like this: Like Loading...
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To my beloved friends
Though we live in far off places & may not have the honor Of gracing each other’s faces
The sands of time are finite
& we have so many demands On how we spend each grain Whether I’m at sea or on dry land
Yet know, I keep you with me
Close to this weary heart Gather in for a New Years’ toast Opportunity for a fresh start Like this: Like Loading...
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You’re a fresh of breath air
Please let me fix us another
For you make my heart smile Like this: Like Loading...
We’ve survived another night
I wake to pinks, purples & blues The Almighty with a new creation When She draped the sky in royal hues Stretching, creaking & yawning With chaos falling all around me Rising slowly before dust settles It’s time to pour myself fresh coffee Like this: Like Loading...
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Lost in the crumbs of the paper fiber
A fresh nib shall never replace the quill Smearing the answers with lazy strokes The hazard of firing off missives at will Like this: Like Loading...
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The drippings of my mind
The office, a soul in paper mâché Books & notes of imagination A collection of stories we played
It’s a subtle knowledge herein
Years of experience slightly compressed Nicks, faults & scars smoothed over Though I remain unimpressed
Scratching away at this drivel
Nothing created in which to be content Scrambling for fresh ideas At this pace, I’ll never relent Like this: Like Loading...
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Summer mornings; rising without the alarm
Open the windows while we’re still in the shade God’s fresh air can’t do any lasting harm Yet, snuggle up close; no sense in letting this warmth fade Like this: Like Loading...
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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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It’s a stale morning
The humidity will come later for sure This is not what I want from life We need a cool breeze fresh & pure Like this: Like Loading...
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Disquieted moments in the afternoon
These Springtime rays have a golden hour Reflecting youth into my weary eyes The reassuring notion of dreampower
Yet gone are the mornings we woke afresh
Our mortal flesh reeling down on Earth Life; the thorn in the side of this existence Internal fire requires our souls a wider berth
The slings & arrows shall never fully hinder
For love always eventually finds a way Darkness cannot extinguish the sun This truth discovered by the piercing light of day Like this: Like Loading...
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The coffee brews early today
Gotta get up before the sun A race to find my soul’s way Fresh air fueling this next run 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...
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Blue skies are returning
We’re running headlong into Spring Shake out all these Winter cobwebs Let the sunshine wake my soul to sing
The flowers are returning to the earth
Seasons change and its turning warm Let’s smile as we head outside Time to stretch out your glorious form
Your dress looks lovely upon your skin
Alas, its time to remove some of these clothes Let them fall away with Wintertime sadness A blessing of rising mercury, Heaven knows
My thoughts are strikingly inappropriate
I suggest we blame it on this stifling heatwave We’re in need of getting into the fresh air To be free and once again unabashedly misbehave 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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Willfully getting lost in the woods with my woman
Far from the hordes of the sick & infected Shutting doors & leaving society behind Once away, fresh air & peaceful intent detected
Outside, I can find the crispness of nature
& my pure, unencumbered path to be free Wrapping my soul within Winter’s chill These unharnessed elements might be the key Like this: Like Loading...
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Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration
But that’s not the way you remembered they bled
Choosing the perfect wording for posterity
A trembling shadow of what the poets once said
We once set out to create a fresh universe
But that’s not the way I can any longer think
Falling in love with strange, beautiful women
The source & reason for all the dedicated ink
Our souls entwined in deliberate communion
But that’s not the way that I came to be lost
Specific writings to engrave our cosmic lust
Forever entombed within this highland frost Like this: Like Loading...
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I’d trade all those gold doubloons
For another morning with you Tasting your sweet nectar Inspiring the day to be fresh & new I don’t want fame nor glory I just want to be naked under the covers Satisfying & emotionally preparing you Sending you out into the world; a happy lover Like this: Like Loading...
I’m guiltily in love; a mere pawn
Laying in these lowly tones Stretched out upon the lawn & feeling fresh here all alone Whistling a soulful, soft dirge With nothing better than this Closing my eyes & you emerge With nothing sweeter than a kiss Like this: Like Loading...