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The harsh expectations of a lady
Rolling you out of your nylons & into a plush bathrobe Coffee tasting like steel girded pylons
Theories of internal transformation
The silence of the changing tides The faded fashion of a glimpsed youth Finding a peace where we can both reside
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Theorizing over a second cup
My mind just now beginning to glow
Slowly churning inadvertently
Casually tossing out tidbits I know
Seeing my reflection in the spoon
Greymatter a superior substance though
Probably going to need a third cup
If these thoughts are going to flow
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Those matchbox fantasies
Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots She placed a stiletto on her wooden leg Character assassination plots go all for naught Unassuming by way of distraction She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress She’s dangerous down to her core A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess Beware of their corrosive accolades There’s no exoneration in the line of fire She’s insolent about your theoretical love In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire Like this: Like Loading...
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Sitting here at the end of the world
Running my fingers through the sand Watching the weight of the waves Finally time is a theory I can understand
Stripped down without societal guilt
Seeking answers down along the shore Confused it took me all these years Yet, that doesn’t mean there isn’t still more 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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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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Elegant evenings; long gown shimmering
Cackling & racking back the slide Uncomfortable theories in the moonlight Recasting guilt on the day Jesus died
Some of us aren’t natural beauties
We must rely on intellectual fortitude Ashamed to exist outside fantasy Wishing for a more temperate latitude
Sweat pooling under our winks & grins
With anyone else, this would be a bummer But I can’t get enough of your adventure Basking in the pleasantries of a hot book summer Like this: Like Loading...
Poets, artists & mischievous folk
Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories
Stories of unfounded revolutions
Their propaganda always makes me a little leery
Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion
Allowing me to remain high on dopamine
Though I’ve never been one for public consumption
Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen
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The love of a bygone era
Doing our best to not die of boredom or neglect
Creating light to lead others from the darkness
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The weird specifics of a dream
The foundering theories of the sunrise Possibilities for an endless dawn Dispelled traits when we finally open our eyes These are our prosperous times When we find the inspiration to achieve Minutes into hours of falling sand But once we wake, can you still believe Like this: Like Loading...