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I know you no longer read my words
But I’m still sending notes into the air A simple handwritten melody of love May they float away & one day you’ll be there Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeding page after page into the typewriter
I feel like a Saint from a forgotten realm They could really write back then Keeping an even keel with one hand on the helm I’m not the pirate you bargained for Simple words of varying degrees I write of the love you’ve desired But when I only smile, you call me a tease
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The small sips after a long day
The setting sun & the horizon’s gone Relaxing quietly in the simplest ways Left to retreat until the impending dawn Like this: Like Loading...
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On a clear day you can see Fuji
I think that’s what Streisand said Riding trains toward Shinjuku Existence hanging by a thread
Bundled in these foreign streets
So simple we often tend to forget Life-changing inertia rolling along A tempered life without mixed regret Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m a man of simple tastes
Minimal ego to get it right Deference to scotch & red meat & the same woman to bed at night Like this: Like Loading...
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Simplistic attempts lurking beneath
But rejecting the notion of captivity Breaking chains & spreading your legs Blinded by your own claim at depravity 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
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Hiding under the guise of tradition
A small man standing atop a pagan tower Embracing ancient laws full of flaws From which you exert all your immoral power
In a reversal & dissent from my juvenile thought
I dismiss such thought as stale as Babylon There’s no place in a progressive society For mindsets as negative as an electron
I’ve learned a lot in my time here on Earth
Now I know what gets her hotter than Wasabi It’s as simple as treating women as equals Instead of deepthroating the code of Hammurabi Like this: Like Loading...
Don’t look her in the eye
For it might tip your move Just a simple guy With nothing to prove She wants nothing from you & your humble ways Society envies her Stack that against the strays Don’t show her any interest & she’ll question her worth Twisting this back on you Like you’re the last man on earth Keep to yourself Don’t be any more than polite She’ll come calling With a need for you to quench her plight Like this: Like Loading...
Simple words resembling a memory
Your mind fallen into disrepair Unable to recall her by name We were infamous, kinda debonair
Forgotten all those sudden steps The dramatic part of the birthright Taking intimate reasons to be Reality hitting hard in hindsight
Knowing where she was needed Removed from the precise location Often life wasn’t part of the plan Though beauty found in the motivation
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A woman of interest
But she couldn’t comprehend
Dismissing my words
Like my missives of love could ever end
She called me droll & simple
But I yearned for her feminine pleasure
Astounding all expectation
The greatest of my Pirate treasure
Beyond all your common tales
This woman; finer than her humility
Beauty isn’t a rational equation
Though her logic doesn’t equal tranquility 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...
Knowing the bottom of the depths
Untold theories where passion lies Encased all in a delicate French lace The truth that logic & gravity defies
Earthbound creatures can’t be understood
It’s simply not in our fallible DNA Attempted in conversational tones But we’ve lost connection anyway
Trying to find a way back to the meaning
Reason doesn’t apply to moments like this Disregard the pressures of our past That we might create our own sustainable bliss
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But the simple fact is grace is unearned
We live our lives as if we’re undeterred Ignorant to sin & repercussions thereafter Yet hoping for the winds to remain unstirred
Truth & love are bound to our dreams
The inconvenient reality of the harsh pain of day Trudging through our irksome tasks Bright light stuns us into a stuttering delay
Fall to your knees in complete repentance
Submit your soul to the warmth of His sunshine Release the burden of mortal expectation Forever embrace the perfect love of the Divine
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Telling stories after dark
Occasionally with Tom Waits in the lead Fantastical little allegories Bringing a light to those souls in need
No need to whisper in the shadows
Luminous words to prepare the way Removing barriers to our enlightenment Witticisms fleshed out & on display
Short tales to get creative juices flowing
Harking back to dreams that we might meet Subtle differences between the pauses Allowing our imaginations to properly greet
Scenes from our own round table
Foreplay within our cheeky banter Conjuring visions of a keen passion Diluted memories at the bottom of our decanter
Bad behavior leads to a more examined life
Though through fiction we can live eternal A little more sensitive than you want to believe Yearning to be held by a beautiful dame so maternal
Out here with our hearts raised to the sky
Searching for better answers on the midnight shore With the freedom to imagine wisdom laid bare Parsed theories for when we sent them off to war
Subtle manipulation within our romantic esthetics
Unreliable narrators marching; our literary brigade There’s no vernacular for hearts’ folly Pushing forth our gentle notion love might persuade
In the end, dear friends, our parable is contrite
In this heinous world, we all have a simple choice I lay myself to slumber, a fatigued sailor Wishing for a lullaby coming from Nick Cave’s voice
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I’ve traveled the world
& I keep returning to the same notion
I’ve seen interesting places
But I never again want to sail the ocean
My simple truth is that I’m content
I’ve found a good life; that should be clear
The grass is never greener anywhere else
We’re on an amazing course; we shouldn’t veer
There are so many opportunities
I would never close any of those doors
I don’t ever want to let go of your hand
Now that I have & forevermore come ashore 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...
Returning to the world
Finding life left unraveled
A smile never so grand
Home the best place traveled
Warmth of simple comforts
Never trading precious delights
Beauty in these open arms
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That’s all I can think about you
But I’ll restrain myself
Such notions simply won’t do
Lovely, gorgeous or beautiful
I choose to roll off my tongue
You deserve to be treated better
Your praises shall be sung Like this: Like Loading...
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Returning to simplicity
Tossing out these fledgling fates
Stunted growth increasing these days
Hindered by our technological rates
I don’t want to watch my soul wilt
I want to break free & soak up the sunshine
I’m through with this culture of victims
You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t need all that chaos
I’m content with simple taste
Up early in the morning
To ensure the day isn’t a waste
A prayer, a pen & a book
Foundations to a solid grin
Society can’t take it from me
In control as the world spins Like this: Like Loading...
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Trying to find the proper tense
& then his anger rises Can’t deal with these people Mirrored statements of all he despises Simple logic wasted around here An abyss filled with what they don’t know Shocking & devastatingly stupid Then you realize they’re all a show Like this: Like Loading...
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These stories are figments of hope
Simple words from a mind of an everyday man
These theatrics of an unknown sort
Living through each day without scope or plan
Journey to the water’s edge to find a salve
To bathe our souls in God’s great sea
I’m not close to your idea of perfection
But I’m forgiven; a better concept to be Like this: Like Loading...
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 Like this: Like Loading...
“Home is the nicest word there is.” – Laura Ingalls Wilder
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