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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
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
Scars last when everything else fades away A juvenile memory from the long, soft coast Only those remaining with a raspy voice Remind you they don’t make homes for ghosts
The freedom to move is vastly underrated The need to take refuge in the open air Release yourself from these modern bonds Get back out there if you still care
I reject their basic version of normalcy Those rules don’t apply as formulated Reality was never calibrated for us Mere common folk to be granulated
Refusing to remain quiet is necessary Return to nature – turn off that broadcast Be elusive, for they’re coming for you You’re necessary as long as you have a vote to cast
Carefully chosen sentence structures The love of words keeping you from the cold Bundled in that threadbare cardigan But you never allowed your spirit to be sold
The world wishes to destroy your soul & watch gleefully as you wither & cry But as long as you keep on writing You’ll learn that you can never really die
I can’t write with this cluttered mind Too many tabs pulling at my attention Structures of thought too often recede Failing me when I most need comprehension
I’m tired of dreaming of the love I want I’m tired of writing peace line by line Where do we find a comforting solace Lasting longer than the crystals of winter sunshine
Paddling around the remotest parts Looking for hope where there’s no merriment Our souls evaporating in the open air Put through this vise of a social experiment Living out here minus the love & support There’s only so much a man can endure Mother Nature whirling up the darkest storms Blowing away my dreams I’m terribly sure
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
Thankful for a little spit of dry land Feeling a bit wobbly & out of sorts Having a nice cold one under a palm Time to recharge my batteries in this port Soon enough, we’ll be back floating Feeling the Earth’s rotation upon this burn Long days of sweat & toiling work Wearing my body out before I return
Hey, hey, hey, pretty mama Please send me some news It’s lonesome out here I’ve got the middle of the ocean blues
My sweatshirt still lingers with her scent Pondering what all the flirting meant Remembering the clouds glowing from the lights Sitting on the hood, enjoying her company that night I can still see her – with her long blonde hair She looked so beautiful standing out there
One must be a seeker To discover unique truth amongst the thorns Head down, hiding that grime I feel inside I’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn
Trying to eek out a stable existence With all these storms heading my way But you have to want to be something more Never content at the beginning of the day
We’re bordering on anarchy With the streets continuing to seethe This communal madness Fighting for our shared right to breathe
But I have a long forgotten confession Which will leave you confused & aghast Tacked to the back of a soul’s liberty Forever within the defense of our contrasts
Sailing out on the good ship Prevailing winds ensuring a clear path Foregoing the unexplained existence Forging headlong into nature’s wrath Arctic waters surrounding our view Diligent sailors crewing this steel boat Perpetually longing for a illusive home But buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat
Reading dog eared love letters Smelling of her French perfume Longing to be with her again Clinging to memories, I consume The candlelight quietly fading The only sound is my pen’s scratch Scribbling missives & shanties Acknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch
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
No matter how bad the day is I’m always going to be here for you The world will seek to destroy & They’re going to want to kill me too As long as we stand together We’ll repel horrors too evil to describe Our love linked arm in arm Drowning out their heinous diatribe
Battered old blank pages Waiting to be smeared by ink Disheveled by passing time Often fraught with more than we think Crisp white canvas no longer Absorbing life as a passerby So pause before you type A silent witness to these lies
I’ve been thinking about you
Draped in straps & buckles that push
Silks, lace & any cloth at all
Stretching thin across your tush
The day has been long & tiring
& your love is exactly what I need
Let my eyes devour every curve
No promise to be gentle in my greed
Sometimes I don’t want to love you But I know there’s no real choice My heart longs for your touch Your kisses give my soul a voice Sometimes you don’t make it easy But we always make it through This world is a beautiful place Much better since I share it with you
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
Perfect tags & titles Simple little names Fitting nicely into a box You should be ashamed How long did we fight For the people to be free You fold under pressure Not the way it’s supposed to be
Choosing certain words
With connotations to stir
The hearts of the audience
Cocked crow with pubic fur
Sitting uncomfortably – like whaa?
Where the hell is he going with this
Delusional in this rehabilitating fatigue
Longing for the peace that I miss