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To lead a life of silent perspective
Not wasting energy being against something Instead forging a new path One of my own making Not to cause erosion So I leave my boots back on the main road Walking softly; causing no ripples Society has no room for a soul like mine
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I just want to dance in the living room
Twirling you in your thrift store dress I want to ignore the impending doom Taking you in my arms always relieves stress
Together, forever united, we cannot fail
Though you might roll your eyes & scoff When I tell you my pants are also on sale For soon they too will be half off
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Dressed to instantly kill
No use for a Wonderbra
The sass in your hips
You’re clearly bourgeois
Dancing beside the bar
Telling me some dirty jokes
A subtle, seductive attitude
Smiling between the sly tokes
The band is still playing
Accustomed to rooms so plush
Focusing on my quiet charm
Your attention makes me blush
I’m trying to keep up
But I’ve only been with local girls
You lead me by the hand
& soon only wearing those pearls Like this: Like Loading...
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But he never learned how to read a book
Or even the right words to steadily consume
Never expect anyone to be your savior For intelligence, you gotta make the room 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...
Crawling away from sudden shores
Locked away in anterior rooms
Sunlit beauties try to remain pale
Complexities of intimate bedgloom
Modern mermaids express themselves
Repelled by their former clamshell
Their silence betrayed the insane
Meeting up again behind the bandshell
Eastbound Portola around the curve
Writing hard to retain your shape
Lost in the Inner Sunset
Catching the N Judah to escape Like this: Like Loading...
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Wandering in the forest without a notion
With my lovely bride by my side Looking up at the wonders of nature Between the trees there’s no room to hide
Finding seasons we don’t know at home
Rain, snow & all other forms of emotion Transparent dreams offer no resistance Treasures washed away by the errant ocean Like this: Like Loading...
“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing Like this: Like Loading...