Laissez Faire

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Good morning, Beautiful

I’ve brought some coffee to share

Bathe me in your deep caresses

Make me abandon my laissez faire

Intentions have never been pure

I exist in complicated ways

I believe in healthy love & lust

& setting fire to our communiques

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In Today’s Cruel World

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In today’s cruel world
Is it okay to be happy or even smile or grin
Will you tolerate me if I’m not depressed
Or must I hate myself from deep down within
Is it kosher if I happen to love my wife
Or dote upon my daughters along the way
But I won’t be judged for being content
God gave us sunshine to bask in the light of day

This Isn’t An Existence Made Of Promises

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This isn’t an existence made of promises
All this is shorter than we want to admit
The futility of hate & anger is obvious
Yet you ignore reality with your juvenile fit
Humans are endowed with a soul beyond reason
You cannot treat people this way; as mere sheep
A truth inherent to rising consciousness
We fell, but we’re no longer so very deep
There are those who want us to remain callow
To never again straighten ourselves & finally rise
Powers who wish we’d leave our cash & walk away
No longer silent & we once again find our open eyes

Listening To The Right Music

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Listening to the right music
Will transform your soul to proper dimensions
Learning from those who have gone before you
Charging forth long into the fray against discretion
The latitude of the beat filtered through your mind
Exposing truth from down deep within your perception

What Was Your Deepest Dream

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What was your deepest dream

I’ll be out writing sea shanties

What did you want most of all

Leaving me your delicious panties

I’m open to any of your secret kinks

No need to worry, for I won’t judge

Interested in exploring your depths

I’m here to stay, for I won’t budge

The Antithesis Of Perfection

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The antithesis of perfection
My own struggles lie deep and dank
Not one to remain in the mire
Happiness has misery to thank
Living my life with my own experiences
Not to be judged nor remotely compared
One must find their soul’s own truth
When you admit your failings, life can be repaired

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

It’s A Nondescript Alcove

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It’s a nondescript alcove
A humble place I can journal my deepest thoughts
I can write of my secret crushes & fond lovers
Decrypting moods of soul’s who cannot be bought
I’ll scribble away without any pressure to perform
These jottings belong to me; they’re only mine
Tomes dedicated to the craft of confession
A postscript punctuated with a toast of red wine