I Can’t Be Bothered By All Their Thoughts

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I can’t be bothered by all their thoughts
The world isn’t privy to what’s in my head
Unworthy judgements coming from their ignorance
When they should be soaking in silence instead
There is no desire to join them in ineptitude
Allowing them to blockade all my cerebral dreams
Dropping out of society’s ungraceful farce
Do as you wish, but I’ll never join the mainstream

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I Don’t Want To Hear Any More About Poetry

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I don’t want to hear any more about poetry
I just want to write; I just want to feel
I don’t want to hear how I should be me
Just let me live this life, allow me to be real

Carefully Chosen Sentence Structures

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Carefully chosen sentence structures

The love of words keeping you from the cold

Bundled in that threadbare cardigan

But you never allowed your spirit to be sold

The world wishes to destroy your soul

& watch gleefully as you wither & cry

But as long as you keep on writing

You’ll learn that you can never really die

Home. It Isn’t Some Abstract Concept

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Home. It isn’t some abstract concept
It is the loving embrace & happy tears
To return to the only ones who matter
A sigh of relief, time to expel all fear
The safety of my family’s precious arms
Another deployment forevermore sealed
I’m present; allowing us to move forward
& soon enough those pains will be healed

A Wink From Her To Get My Heart A-Revving

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A wink from her to get my heart a-revving
Her pink negligee hanging below her knee
Soft skin turns into hardened intentions
The promise of a night of debauchery
A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom
Visions of adulation thoroughly taut
I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency
A fine suited man removing a Windsor knot
Fastened to my bedpost; a sailor can surely tie
Settling down with this libertine, methinks
A pretty picture of a delicious woman
Purely polished reflections in my cufflinks
Post coital; passion overflowing this room
Perfection amid people imperfectly real
Precious moments that I’ll never forsake
My woman’s love, allowing me to constantly heal

Gotta Throw All The Words Out

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Gotta throw all the words out
No matter if they’re drivel or not
Get them high up into the sky
Possibly to cling to someone’s thoughts
Unconscious connections
Allow them to autonomously weave
Touching deep into a soul
& that we might once again believe

Seeing The Outline Of Curves Beneath Your White Linen Shirt

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Seeing the outline of curves beneath your white linen shirt
I’m trying to focus on the words you so eloquently say
I respect you completely, but I’m a weak man
Allowing my primal urges to get in my mind’s way