Maybe The Morning

 

 

 

 

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Maybe the morning
Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be
You rise a little softer on that day
Emerging from a cocoon for me to see
Winter blankets fall away like nebulae
Taller than is expected from a Belle
Not so confident at first light
The arching sun; the pillory of hell
Stretching in my threadbare shirt
A shake of your hips
When first the brew hits your lips
But I want to watch
As you take another vainglorious sip

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Skyfall

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It’s not a crime to be pretty
Wearing rented dresses, searching for a breadwinner
Socialites & other plastic people
No redeeming qualities, but she wants to be thinner
Her vagina will accept almost anything
Whether it be dollars, pounds, marks or kroner
A consummate professional at all times
She expects to be well paid for every geriatric boner
You don’t look gift whores in the mouth
Searching for a sugar daddy, anyone will do
Sitting in the bullpen, hoping to get promoted
Waiting to pluck her next victim, how many already gone through
That swath leaving nothing to the imagination
Offended when the whispers mention a gold digger
Everyone can spy those silicone scars
Next time she’ll go a couple of cups bigger
Sucking more than the marrow out of life
She’s trading her youth for money & security
But once tarnished, Innocence forever besmirched
Time is constantly magnifying all your impurities
There are certain priorities in this life
A father must keep his daughters off the pole
But something much less discussed nowadays
What do you do once she grew without a soul
This scene is littered with heinous & fickle creatures
Cloaked, it slowly begins to scandalize & appall
Men with large billfolds & absolutely no shame
The current failure of society & they call it Skyfall

Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty

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Gimme a minute till I look pretty
I don’t want to go out there without my cologne
I can’t deal with the sketchy people
You know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phones
I don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coats
The shadows are weary with their demodulation
Open your windows to the rain – expect justice
I shall bare my raw breast in hopes of emotional rehabilitation

I’m Not What You Expected

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I’m not what you expected
You wanted a hero to swoop
A gentleman caller fuss about
But I refuse to jump through hoops
Clinging to wedding day fantasies
You meticulously primp & preen
But I’m tired of your expectations
Time to sever our ties – abruptly clean

Focused On Your Insignificant Flaws

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Focused on your insignificant flaws
In which no one else will ever see
Characteristics making you unique
Unchain your conscious & live free
Allow someone to finally love you
Let them express how they truly feel
No longer settle for defective models
Expect a beautiful life to always be real

I Don’t Know What They Expected

I don’t know what they expected
That they’d wake up & I’d not be me
That I’d forget all truth & reality
That I’d give up trying to be free
They must not realize who I am
Their feeble minds will never comprehend
Once my ire is aroused
I am unwilling to surrender, break or bend

Your Elegance Leading You To Blind Revivals

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Your elegance leading you to blind revivals
Unbound inklings stirring to persuade
Chastised by your mind’s survival
Focused on everything you were forbade
This isn’t what you expected
The mornings leaving you quite hoarse
Slipping by slightly undetected
Feeling your heart’s overpowering force

Tracing These Feelings Back

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Tracing these feelings back
Wondering where you began to care
Why did you lose your resolve
& fall in love in the summer’s glare
A palm grove as a backdrop
Kissing quietly behind the reeds
Feeling more than you had expected
Unsure of the coming needs
Layers on sand now everywhere
Breeze feeling cool upon your bare hips
Hopeful surprises found refreshing
Nothing less than passion upon your lips