Speeding Down 9A

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Speeding down 9A
I’m pushing 85
Too early in the day
With coffee keeping me alive
Tom Petty ‘Won’t Back Down’
Sun peeking over palms
That rock ‘n’ roll soun’
I really have no qualms
Embrace love – reject hate
Life along the St. John’s River
Another chance to create
Now is the time I must deliver

 

 

*I wrote this a year ago and it felt proper to repost it after we lost a legend. It feels even more painful now that I’m back in his home state of Florida.

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You Tell Me You’re Tired

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You tell me you’re tired

& don’t want to put on that dress

There’s so much to do

That your mind is a mess

But I’ve made arrangements

& the kids will be away

Tonight is only for us

Let me take away the day

Dinner is almost ready

Take this wine to the shower

I’ll put on your favorite waltz

We’ll dance into the latest hours

*previously published on former blog

College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.

Sitting With Pirates & Thieves

 

Sitting with pirates & thieves

But you’re wandering about the old oak tree

You know you can never go home

Wishing for a life when you weren’t so free

You sold your precious soul

But there’s nothing left to retrieve

You’ll spend your ending days

Dying with those pirates & thieves

The Pressures Of A Creative World

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The pressures of a creative world
The mind’s eye reflecting society
Sculpting words to fit this day
My life better when wrapped in piety
But you must choose your own path
No one can tell you what you need to do
Your experiences are solely your own
In the end, your happiness is simply up to you

We’re Dealing With Our Daily Struggles

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We’re dealing with our daily struggles

Some are obviously much more dire

But no one can minimize your pain

There’s no sunshine when you’re in the mire

Facedown, it’s difficult to have any hope

But know darkness will eventually burn away

The fog will lift & you’ll see the light

The Lord will always bring you to another day

Life Has A Way Of Working Out

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Life has a way of working out

When you rise in the early morning hours

Sip your coffee & focus on the positive

You’ll find inner strength, not superpowers

Quietly sending out the proper vibes

Some days – be humble & pay your dues

Keep calm & marinate in your good karma

For soon, you’ll be running around in your Underoos

The Sun Entering The Bedroom

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The sun entering the bedroom
She tasted like natural ginger root
Satisfied before she began her day
A short skirt & high heeled boots
A perfect way to leave her
A lovely morning with such a sight
I watched her until I couldn’t see
Everyone should be so lucky at first light