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The uneasiness in beauty’s proximity
Erasing the value once one’s pleasing Can’t be looked upon as respectable When they’re out here coy & teasing
I’m embarrassed I caught your eye
& for you being pleasantly riled I accidentally sent you reeling All because I innocently smiled
A paradox in moral judgement
A blush when you find a stranger appealing Flush with these strange emotions Owed an apology ‘cause of how you’re feeling
Your sensibilities won’t allow you
To be caught with the last temptation Eroded virtue of a wandering character But we’ll call the whole thing an aberration
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Running from street lamp to street lamp
Creating worlds before the sun is born
I don’t sleep as well as I should
Out, wandering with my thoughts this morn
No need to remind me of my missteps
I remember every time I came up short
Angst & anxiety locked in perpetual duel
To discover who gets the final retort
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Taking time to reside in detail
Coaxing ghosts off the Sunshine Coast A temper & a crooked smile The truth when we needed it most
Knowing differences of our secrets
Diligent with passing the changes I’m fluid in these manipulations But for her I am, keeping me strange
Reading cracked-spine paperbacks
Wandering by; gently grabbing her waist Creating space & sending archaic signals Standing proud, knowing silence accustomed to taste Like this: Like Loading...
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Brushing the record as it goes ‘round
Morning comes faster when you can’t sleep Sipping the tepid coffee down to the grounds Delirious; mind wandering depths so deep
Trying to move your body; needing a gentle stretch
What more to be done when you can’t think Misinterpreting grumpiness for ravings of a wretch Settle down; give me a moment for another drink Like this: Like Loading...
I never said I was good at this
I have no fancy training or school
I just close my eyes & spill my soul
Without any regard if it will be cool
I’m a bush league hack at my best
Wandering my way through eternity
Endless reams within your dreams
But I’ll never be a victim of your modernity Like this: Like Loading...
Searching cavernous souls
Racking what I might believe
Splitting hairs of fragrant
Ideas wandering down my sleeve
But I’m not more righteous
Than the boys down on the beat
I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger
Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat
There’s quiet secret I might contain
Love & passion bubbling just beneath my skin
I think in poetry, but you desire a hero
Can’t compete with expectations; our mutual chagrin Like this: Like Loading...
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Scratching your soul upon the page
Following the seams beyond the thread I don’t have the caffeinated gumption So I’ll have to return to bed instead
Wandering through woven stories in my mind
Nib to paper is the only way I can meditate Urgency of thought keeps me from sleep Back to brewing; morning’s way to self-medicate Like this: Like Loading...
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Transparent dresses hanging in the mud room
Saran-Wrapped for mild protection Eyes closed to foreign tales Tempered thoughts of stifled affection
Painted prose with regurgitated eyes
Our dreams left choking on the floor Scribbling beliefs with thick gouges Manufactured truth with cries of Nevermore
Redundant weight of classical heroes
Forcing us into bastardized Groupthink Yet my mind still wanders to her opaque passion Chasing her dragon with endless ink Like this: Like Loading...
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Watching you from a distance
Your nylons making me squirm Trying to find the right position Pants uncomfortable when I’m firm
I can’t look away from you
Don’t tell me to be more mature My mind starts wandering & you’re my favorite provocateur Like this: Like Loading...
Feeling life through the paper
The keys leaving marks with texture Don’t wander too long We don’t want to leave life to their conjecture Like this: Like Loading...
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Looking for a tepid note
Passion hinted in the scrawl
Something lost that night
When we last lovingly balled
One eye never shuts now
Always searching for you
No dreams to rile or navigate
I’m wandering without a clue 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...
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I feel like a bull in a China shop
I feel ugly next to you swans Not wanting to detract from you I wander off into the rising dawn I try to find a genuine smile I feel like I’m pressing my luck I’m not meant to be amongst beauty For I’m not pretty; I’m just a duck Like this: Like Loading...
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She’s out there again
Dancing in the moonlight It’s easy to tell Things just aren’t right It got to be too much Life went too far She doesn’t say much anymore Every night she wanders under the stars Like this: Like Loading...
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Aviation exhaust & diesel fumes
Hands, face & soul; covered in grime Expectations placed firmly I’ll relax when we have the time Wandering this lonely vessel Before passageway lights go red Slowly searching these oceans When I’d rather be with you instead Like this: Like Loading...
You’re holding expectations
Needing me to be a better guy Wishing I was more successful Hating my truth; you’d prefer a lie So I wander within my own skin To become what you want in a man Each day, I’m ever more the pirate Soon, they’re be no more Peter Pan Like this: Like Loading...