Those Words Come To Me In Those Coffee Dreams

Those words come to me in those coffee dreams
A spontaneous marvel of literary delight
There’s a difference between manufactured beauty
& a real beauty, founded by nature’s authentic right
But I can’t explain the nuances with the definition
I’m not one to judge such subjective whims
Focusing on my own qualms & dangling thoughts
Let us sit, pour another cup, let’s solve these problems
I’m not bothered by such trifling issues as rules
Let them worry about my intents & being misconstrued
I let my chosen pages explain all I’m willing to
I’m more concerned if that pot has finished its brew

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Dreams Are Perfumed Illusions

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Dreams are perfumed illusions
Of what we don’t ordinarily see
Visions of alternate existences
Some of what should never be
But go ahead & embrace fantasy
Never lose your grip on what’s real
Convincing yourself to slowly stray
It’s not a truth, just because you can feel

You Know The Feeling

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You know the feeling
You don’t remember what you’re thinking about
You sense something is missing
& you’re racked with constant doubt
That woman is in your dreams
You try, but you’ll never forget her fertile mind
The way she made you feel worthy
The last visions of her fading behind

Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams

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Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards
But we weren’t ourselves with honesty
Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become
Grabbing self-regard before it fades
Destroying their notions of modernism
Returning to simpler times & dark shades
We all have our morbid skeletons
The vague semblance of a broken soul
But somewhere are the clues to the truth
Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull

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

A Foggy Morning Along The Swamp

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A foggy morning along the swamp

A chill down your spine; the Earth still

I grab a coffee & another one on the go

Can’t get trapped, we remain with life to fulfill

Indications of the night wearing off

Pixie dust lingering where my dreams used to be

Her touch; fingerprinted on my soul

I close my eyes, she’s still who I always see

Language Is Always Swirling In My Mind

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Language is always swirling in my mind

Concept of creativity begins to protrude 

Coffee poured into lonely & cold crockery 

Enhancing feelings of morning’s solitude 

I feel there’s a fluid density to my dreams

Where it’s not easy for them to dissolve 

Our actions lead us into raw perpetuity

Organically replayed as the earth revolves 

Standing back, removing yourself from here

You find living takes a certain concentration

Happiness requires focus and some effort

But gratitude never achieves complete saturation

I Want To Get Tangled In Your Dreams

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I want to get tangled in your dreams

Full on, not just a healthy smattering

I want to lose control & my sanity

To consume your love, not just flattering

I’m not content to whisper pretty words

I want to get dirty; succumb to all your feats

Tell me each & every fantasy, but say them slow

We have the rest of eternity to get tangled in our bedsheets

My Feet Don’t Move Nearly As Well

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My feet don’t move nearly as well
As they do in my mind’s eye
But I still wish to ask you to dance
For a chance to sing you a lullaby
I wish to exist in the same locale as you
To be present in a better world than mine
There are dreams that could be something
To aspire to; to be worthy of the sun’s shine

I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper

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I have stacks of unused paper
Like the untouched dreams in my head
We all have the forks in our roads
But often take the easier path instead
So many distractions in my way
To give in to them would leave me mundane
I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence
I’d much rather push the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you