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We’ve been here before
But that shouldn’t assuage our fear
Experience doesn’t equal conformity
Is it a virtue we’re still here?
For the dregs are apocalyptic survivors
Fated to exist forever it seems
Is there anything to contribute
Through (within) a love we might be redeemed(?)
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Thinking of all those cowboy stories
Singing songs under a tree so shady
Virtuous heroes we can believe in
A life that attracts the prettiest lady Like this: Like Loading...
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On the shores of Ol’ Patagonia
While the citizens did sleep Youthful fear of affection Yet into the woods, they silently creep
Don’t let on how you feel
For you might get what you want The pain of admitting you care & perchance it might forever haunt
The burden of carrying embarrassment
& possibly feeling regret this long Thy youth’s clear true love But hindsight tells me I was wrong
For I wasn’t brave enough to trust
Too busy being incorrect by name Fear welling into my soul But I loved her all the same
It’s not fair to bring up old times
Immaturity & self-reject are not a virtue I don’t deserve her thoughts nor sentiments In the end, never good enough for you
Still thinking of what might’ve been
Or an excuse to freshly misbehave Angst & teenaged awkwardness Take a shot & take it all to my grave Like this: Like Loading...
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Our old & forgotten worlds reflect
Manifest destiny lost to distant memory Totems cast to our missing energy Fleeting virtues laid upon either plea
Our dissipated youth with judgement paid
Never to return; so get out of your own way Be in this moment, choose positivity Plan for the future, but be alive today Like this: Like Loading...
Touched by the whim of God
Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places
Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips
My benign lunacy comes in traces
Diluted measurements by midmorning
With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee
Bringing small obsessions in my mind
When the local widows invite me for tea
Entering only after a courteous introduction
No need to intrude on our nebulous beliefs
A shared sacrilege when I watch her curtsey
Dropping to our knees; praying for some relief Like this: Like Loading...
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With a patriot’s heart & a skeptical view
A tentative belief in those on marble steps
I ask to show me your heroes
But knowing exterior appeasement is false
Honoring the Flag doesn’t equate
To praising those who run the State
Knowing by virtue of appearing on a ballot
They’re not worthy Like this: Like Loading...
Wading through seawater in your dress
Clinging to your delicious curves Exposing the universe to me Standing at attention; all my nerves
You’re the anomaly of this world
Virtue & flexibility of our seams Wrap your legs around my mind Allow me the most sensuous dreams
Never to rejoin this delinquent society
Let me lead you with hands on your hips To paradise removed from their hate With nothing but flirtation on your lips
Gimme sass with a shake of that ass
Raising toasts to love in a crystal chalice Our passion overflows conventional wisdom Since I’m directed by the sapience of my phallus
I promise to hold you close all our days
& to occasionally provide your kind of cuddle But I’ll always do that thing you like so well The one that never fails to leave you in a puddle
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