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

A Dreamer Of Hope

A dreamer of hope in this jaded world
The cutting edge of a disinherited brigade
Avant-garde though we’re quite tame
Collecting ideas, though dusty, will never fade

Manifest destiny is a crippling crutch
A mere novelty for a spoilt rich kid
Mankind doesn’t deserve such trumpery
& these militant spirits can never be hid

Be proactive in your revolutions
The rhetoric tied to the strings in their back
Politicians are ideologues with ripped seams
Promising anything to increase their stacks

Opinions are constitutionally protected lies
Our submissions will dictate the norm
Disguising etiquette with a 20 Pound note 
Anti-conformity is another path to conform

I Do My Best To Be A Gentleman Writer

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I do my best to be a gentleman writer
At least to the extent that I portray
Scratching out all the love in my soul
But secrets linger in what I don’t say
Crawling deep into my distant dreams
I discover myself in a bawdy knave’s pose
Living this life in passion’s sacrifice
A wasteland, but a thriving ice blue rose
Falling back to reality in a tremendous jolt
Searching to gather notes of inspiration
I need a pen to create an enduring legacy
With immortal words I can defy expiration

You Don’t See It

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You don’t see it
The boys not getting enough sleep
Those who have abandoned their homes
Keeping watch over the watery deep
You don’t see it
Those who dream of something better
Youth sacrificing blindly
Riding the tide, salt spray getting wetter
You don’t see it
Loading sea bags in early morning hours
Walking the gangplank in the face of fear
Trusting their lives to a Greater Power

*This is dedicated to the boys & girls who voluntarily leave the comfort of a normal life to do something different. We all have our reasons for why we’re here. I humbly thank those who have come before me, those standing next to me and those who will carry on the watch after my time is complete.

Which Ones Were The Good Ones

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Which ones were the good ones
Memories lost through time & space
Disenchanted moments fallen away
Disappointed lovers – we can’t be replaced
Life wasn’t always sunny back then
But we lose that in history’s gleam
Taking on a more appealing connotation
Lonely hours; that’s when we’re overcome by dreams

A Question Of Intents & Purpose

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A question of intents & purpose
Where & why; the source of our confusion
Time swaying with each movement
Closing our eyes, believing the illusion
Do you remember or it is all a memory
Lost within the darkness of our souls
I’m not who I ever thought I could be
Dreams evaporating when the moon grows full

Too Cautious For That Rabbit Hole

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The slow silent flattery
Worming it’s way into your ear
Unsure of calculated intent
If you should accept it with fear
Or allow it to swell up & be free
Not much left of your personal pride
Life has chipped away at it
Sinking into a cowering stride

Too cautious for that rabbit hole
But you’re better than that
Deep down you truly know

How much effort have you spent
To be contrary & constantly ignore
The world as it whispers lovely words
Snippets of charm floating to the floor
Standing at an arms distance
Not believing yourself to be Alice
Or any of the princesses of yore
Never dreaming of a shining palace

Too cautious for that rabbit hole
But you’re better than that
Deep down you truly know

Never a confidence
Feeling temptations of the weak
They’re just simple words
Hoping to give an outlook a tweak
Not meant to encumber
Or ransack your existence
But you can’t hinder the words
& their slow penetrating insistence

Waking Up Next To The Woman I Love

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Waking up next to the woman I love
Morning coffee, time to take Jennings for a walk
Suburban life – an unexpected dream
Watching my beautiful family like a hawk
A simple life stolen from me
Sailing this ocean so I can be released
Living that life only through letters
Freedom will come & I’ll cherish every piece