The Only Hell My Mama Ever Raised

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Watching The Sun Rise Over Norge Hills

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Watching the sun rise over Norge hills
Waiting for nature to gently overspill
These are special days, even if we don’t see
Reality collapsing into itself; the only place we can be
Still quiet homes with subdued families at rest
Admiring the calm while it’s still at its best

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

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A fine suited man with terrible inklings
Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide
Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness
Falling by the wayside with time & tide
Beauty is merely a natural configuration
Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge
His intentions told with a silent tongue
Embraced & now they lovingly merge

Tonight We’re Going To Step On Out

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Tonight we’re going to step on out
Letting the cool breeze touch our souls
Watching the darkness quietly creep in
Holding hands as we take gentle pulls
The whiskey settles into a familiar burn
Nothing remaining but what we are
Excluding the day’s negative traits
Naturally only wearing the glow from the stars

We’re Allowing The Modern World To Dwindle

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We’re allowing the modern world to dwindle
We’ve neglected love & now slowly it dies
Crashing back to from where it came
We’ve messed up this most recent of our tries
A fragmented society in this world of hate
Our streets filled with torch bearing vigilantes
But I’m choosing compassion & joy
I’d rather chase you around in your scanties

Penning Out Frivolous Odes

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Penning out frivolous odes
Words creating a comforting feeling
An itch that needs to be remedied
Turning bland into rather appealing
It’s not complicated to be good
If you can fathom what I mean
The distractions tend to be mirages
Ghosts preventing you from being clean

Winters Along The Chesapeake

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Winters along the Chesapeake
Listening to the elder’s snarling tales
Tough men looking for far gone battles
Filling their minds with wine & war sails
The triumphs of fictional characters
Can never be overstated to a fool
Blinded by a word’s sleight of hand
The mind left to unconsciously unspool
The darker corners are always inhabited
Produced marvels of unshrinking power
Weathervanes swirling from their time
Nursing pain amid their legendary glower
Survivors influencing the next generations
Of country boys wanting to go to sea
Dreaming of illusive glory & vindication
But they’ll only find heartache & misery

Perhaps I’m A Bit More Prudish

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Perhaps I’m a bit more prudish

Than I ever expected myself to be

Shying away from their exhibitions

Folding my soul back into propriety

Maybe I’m not as cool as you thought

I’m more of a meandering old fellow

Writing out lines of cautious fantasy

Whereas reality reveals itself to be rather mellow