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Smelling of lukewarm coffee & disillusion
Rough mornings coming from too little sleep Nightmares of our mutual defaulted dreams Yet you weren’t rumored to be that deep
Stagnant when we were supposed to be more
Odd vibrations upon the last & final pew Still looking for Her among mismatched notes But she can make old poems smell brand new
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Waiting patiently for the Muse’s return
A pure idea to refresh the new day
Tepid sips off the scalding coffee urn
Molding a thought to quietly display
Translating emotion; an implicit admission
Each worthy of their own silent moment
Stretching ink in all the right positions
The journey of imagination with delicious intent
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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...
It was a one-eyed kind of morn
With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy
Slight images of a lovely form
Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain
Racking my skull for a proper memory
Writing down every & each detail Compiling a list to rediscover I’m trying to think, but it’s to no avail
A faceless gown with affectionate gloves
Somehow my mind is able to recall Cognitive fragments begin to linger Clouded out by last night’s alcohol
Scenes slowly begin to return
I believe we’re out on the dance floor An embrace of smoldering desire Yet I couldn’t figure out any more
Scraps of notes spread before me
No identity to place upon the truth Scant reason to be shy in my search Basking in honesty of my lapsed youth
Cobwebs have been sparsely lifted
Won’t think of her in the past tense Her ghostly touch encourages me yet We shall meet again, I firmly sense
To hold her with determined spirit
Seems fantastical at this sad rate Yet she’s left fingerprints upon me Remaining until I succumb to my fate Like this: Like Loading...
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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
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I’m crafting out lines, curious & new
Writing these rhymes rare & distinguished I’m waxing on poetic, warming her through Turns out; I’m quite the cunning linguist Like this: Like Loading...
Riding the cooler winds back east
Someday my simple dreams will prevail
Spent too many nights frozen & cold
Once again lost, I know he’s on my trail
Speak to me, for I’ll know if you tell the truth
Look at me, so I’ll know we’ll make it through
This soul damaged in these distant years
Wanting to be pure & return back to you
I need to shine down a path for your life
I want to be an example for you as you grow
May you always have shelter to weather a storm
I contain a perfect love you’ll come to know
You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to save me
A lifetime of joy just waiting for us to find
Adventures & endless discoveries ours to share
A new life, released from that which binds
*written many moons ago before the birth of my first child
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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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Vibrations coursing through your corset
Am I still making you nervous, my dear Does your heart beat louder in that chest Whenever I come near
Walk slowly across the room to me
Let me watch your beauty in motion The deliberate steps in those heels Your passion overtaking the ocean
Admiring the view of your new tights
You spoil me something mighty, Miss My love has never been more obvious I’ll explain it all through this kiss Like this: Like Loading...
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Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seem
It gets a little messy outside our dreams But newly rise in the early morning hours Sex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a shower Time to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream Like this: Like Loading...
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Redrawing my own figure
A new shape by the point of my pen Shading away the obvious flaws Perhaps I’ll be good enough then Trying not to carry any burdens Check out my new roguish stance I’m cut from a cooler cloth now Perhaps I’ll finally have a chance 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...
Green mermaid lady
I’m still in love with you Always been good to me My affections are overdue Dimly lit stages for hire Writing out these feelings Jittered & confused tonight Staggered & now kneeling Inspiration to keep on going Confidence in my finer words Blocked out memories past Forgetting what was heard Know where you want to be So I’ve come back to you Capitalism be damned! Pour me something new
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