Where Are These Precious Moments

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Where are these precious moments
Stolen from our heads while we slept
Dwindling doses from the nation’s night
We’re treading water, but we’re out of our depth
Curled up on the dilapidated chaise lounge
Rethinking the possibilities of our crisis
Just a refugee from society’s judgement
Seeking enlightenment in spite of our vices

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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

islands far off in the chain

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boat drinks to ease the pain
faded footprints in the sand
wondering what to understand
the wrong ones seem to fall
emptying into life’s easy stall
try to wipe away transgression
avoid the depths of depression
find something good and well
broken bottles in that old hotel
whispers in a decadent night
clothes falling within my sight
my soul feels damaged & scraped
walking away, only to escape

Her Beauty Attracts Boys Like Flies

  

Her beauty attracts boys like flies
But that’s what they are – mere flies
With no substance at all
She needs something more
To match her depths & multi-facetted being
I pray that one day
God will create such a man
Worthy of such a woman

Leon Trotsky

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“The depth and strength of a human character are defined by its moral reserves. People reveal themselves completely only when they are thrown out of the customary conditions of their life, for only then do they have to fall back on their reserves.”
– Leon Trotsky