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The floorboards weren’t so cold this morning
Days grow longer, you can sense it in the air Constellations shifting in the early sky Brewing coffee pitch black to see if my pulse is still there
Waking to see the American Dream broken
But that’s only if you ever believed it was real For now I’m going to enjoy this cup while it’s warm & bask in this Springtime while I can still feel
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Stayed up all night trying to write
I still can’t get you out of my head
Sleep didn’t come easy this night
Giving anything to only go to bed
The clock ticks past two & three
Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find
Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be
Another scotch to still my racing mind
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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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Sheets & reams of the nonsensical
Literary blood lost in the shadow of ink The lifeforce of a simmering soul Marginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sink
Leaving behind the caricature of an artist Contributions to society felt in these empty sheets Fingersmudges marking pages not so white Starkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streets Traces of hereditary ideals eroding away Igniting pages shall still be a stilted sin Yet we rise again from our desert floor Eternally grateful our finite letters aren’t porcelain Like this: Like Loading...
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These are the only days we can still see
Taking strides forward whether or not it rains
Dry rotted ponchos & other survival gear
Though its through our capacity to forgive that we’ll remain Like this: Like Loading...
They don’t have men
Down at the newspaper anymore Dusty ages disagree They’ve forever closed the door
They’re hiding the truth
In the time of an information superhighway Where they locked away Dignity They’re not telling, they won’t say
We’re on our own out here alone
You think we’re lost & have much to fear Stranded under this desert sky Be still thy soul, for I was born out here Like this: Like Loading...
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Still sleeping on the edge
Your side is far too cold The house feels empty Without you here to hold Never washed your lipstick Off the wine glass at the table I can’t lose everything I have Missing you makes me unstable Like this: Like Loading...
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Treading lightly on the soft highway
Searching onward for the Earthbound divinity Through the desert with the primal scream Broken decibels ring out, yet amount to infinity
Silver pistol tucked in drawer of hosiery
Known to man only by a chintzy nom de plume I always preferred a thick bottomed almanac Slowed, but we have big energy to exhume
Dawn rises, yet the Truth still silently sleeps
Looking for prophets in the glittering sun Too bright for our modern, mortal myopia Be still; be patient as time is not yet overrun Like this: Like Loading...
Immune to a power surge
I sit alone & quietly type Not affected by technology Refuse to be your modern gripe
I switched off my terrestrial radio
But I’ll still pound at these keys I’m not cool or a trendy guy I’m reserved, doing as I please
There’s never been an audience
Just a few genuine folks Sharing myself sparingly I’m better with these slow strokes
I’ll continue to conjure ideas
Preferring to use my typewriter Nothing fancy; just a love of words Old, but I can still pull an all nighter Like this: Like Loading...
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I can’t explain
I don’t have the frightful words Just know I can still feel Yet my notions contain the absurd
These nuisance actors linger
Youthful mistakes I always regret The musty smell of a cracked spine Odes & reams I can never forget 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...
Wash away my sins
Lightning striking us twice
Coming summer rain (soft & light)
That lovely woman – cold as ice
Yet I head for her still
Not one to be dissuaded
She’ll warm to my charms
When I leave her hair unbraided
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I’m hanging on for dear life
As you whisk me around I’m dangerously close My soul being bound To you & all this joy You whisper it’s not real That you’re just a dream Then how come I can still feel Like this: Like Loading...
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Waking up before the sun
To quietly drink coffee & read I have this worn & aging body But a youthful intellect to feed Take advantage of the still hours Before the chaos of my daughters Soon I’ll be tied up like Gulliver & this coffee won’t get any hotter Like this: Like Loading...
“Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.”
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