I’m Driving The Minivan Today

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I’m driving the minivan today
My family means more than your perceptions
I’m regaling them with stories of Neverland
For Pixie Dust & Magic, young minds have excellent reception

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Standing Quietly With The Cool Air Creeping

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Standing quietly with the cool air creeping
Clickedy-clackedy of the mechanical keys
An accountability of evasive thought
Vulnerable notions of varying degrees
Looking for a grip of nostalgia
Something to shake loose my memories
Pulling tight my old man cardigan
Watching for the magic from within the trees

The Best Coffee Ever.

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“No, you have to pour more in.”
“This is okay. You don’t want to use too much.”
“The color is off.”
“I’m getting there.”
“Okay, I think it is time to stir.”
“Yeah, I think so.”

The elves were perched upon his old coffee mug. Together they were stirring the creamer in with all their collective strength. Their small hands gripping the wooden spoon, careful not to fall into the steaming liquid concoction below.

“What do you think?”
“It looks good.”
“Yeah, that looks to be the right combination.”
“We better go.”
“Yeah, he’ll be up soon.”

The man walked into his dimly lit kitchen, rubbing his eyes. His glasses were propped up over his brow. He stood in the doorway, clothed in his usual plaid pajama pants & v-neck undershirt. Every morning was the same. He came into the kitchen & mindlessly pressed the button on the coffeemaker. Then he watched the precious coffee fall into the pot, always anxious for the first cup.

His coffee was waiting for him. Confusion swept over him. He always had to make his own coffee. His knew his wife & children were still asleep. It would be a few hours before he had any company, even the dog remained curled up. He slowly walked in to investigate. It had the perfect coloring. He timidly touched the side of the cup. It was hot.

Within his peripheral, he noticed movement out on the back lawn. When he looked out there, he saw nothing. The man unlocked the door & stepped out into the calm morning air. He smiled & shook his head. He went back inside & enjoyed the best cup of coffee he ever had.

The End.

or

When he stepped outside, the man noticed tiny footprints. There were a few blades of grass that were trampled just so. He noticed a slight iridescent glow to those peculiar blades. The footprints went across the lawn into his wife’s rose bushes. The man smiled. He hadn’t thought about them since he was a child.

The End.

*previously posted

The Clicking Precedes You

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The clicking precedes you
My heart beats at a faster rate
You look ravishing like this
Love: a language that won’t translate
Spellbound with wonder
Brushing soft locks out of your face
This is no time to hide
Come out from under that lace

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

Take my hand along these lines
We’ll dance & swirl by the sea
Show me the proper steps
Tell me where I need to be
There’s a precious magic
& I still believe
Our bodies interlaced
A tangled web we weave

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

I’m disarmed by your smile
Lips needing my attention
I’ve missed your everything
I’m stripped of all apprehension
I’m tripping over your words
My focus is slightly askew
By that crooked smirk
I know you’re thinking about it too

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

We Want To Be Original, But We’re Stuck

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We want to be original, but we’re stuck
Lost in a world where its cool to ‘not give a fuck’
But I don’t want too hand down a society devoid
My children deserve more than the lazy & easily annoyed
We need to change our hearts back to something pure
To believe in love, magic & Pixie Dust – I’m sure
The end will be here too soon one of these days
Together, we must show the light & the possible way

High Upon The Hill

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High upon the hill
With the city down below
Lies a teary-eyed princess
With reasons she doesn’t know
The magic of forgotten beauties
The thought of a heart inspired
Her soul is pure
The enchantment of that desired
The cool wind gives a chill
Modesty mixed with being shy
The future is still ahead
There’s hope in the midnight sky

Parallel Parking In Time

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Parallel parking in time
You’ve got me braked on a hill
With a view of the bay
Though I think I’ve had my fill
No longer will I remain here
Must move to the forest floor
The city has shifted
Don’t feel the magic anymore