Reaching Into My Notebook Of Inspiration

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Reaching into my notebook of inspiration
I’m searching for something I scribbled before
A note: the distant scratch of my quill
The love of words spilled – paper asking for more

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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

Staring Into A Blank Page

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Staring into a blank page
Where can we take this from here
Will you support an unattractive soul
Will I always find friends of good cheer
I question the future as if it weren’t sold
Please tell me we still have a chance to be free
I type out thoughts that you might never know
But throughout time & space, you’ve meant more to me

Come – My Arms Await You

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Come – my arms await you
Let me take you away from here
Let us create our own private place
We’ll love & dance without fear
Take my hand, my beautiful woman
Let us kiss until our lips are sore
Let me describe each of my intentions
I’ll have you yearning & squirming for more

My Soul Fills With Song For Uncle Walt

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My soul fills with song for Uncle Walt
Years of running in circles
Trying to find my voice
He whispered his love in my ear
My wheels slipping on the rails
I turn, ready for the future
Ripping down my walls
Looking outside for someone to share
Hiding in shadows no more
I shall set sail for those lost dreams

Glassy Eyed Vipers Stand In The Corner

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Glassy eyed vipers stand in the corner
Memories of cool water and menthol cigarettes
Manual labor for a couple more summers
Then throw me with the rest of your vets
Counting the days until they are all gone
Cast off into an unknown unforgiving sea
Vacant and alone on a sunny day
The cold winter days at least give reason to be
Memories of forgotten love lost
Those years crash against my soul
Pictures and letters no more than ash
Not enough booze to fill this very hole

One More Cup Of Joe

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One more cup of Joe
& then I’ll get up
Then I’ll go

I did not wipe my eye
Please forget what you see
I’m not one to cry

I promise to leave you alone
I won’t look behind me
I’ll always have my phone

Please forget all of me
I’ll slip into your past
Just a forgotten memory

Glamorous Morph Of Atmosphere

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Glamorous morph of atmosphere
Pretty people falling in place
Chamber pieces held tightly
Morning’s warmth upon your tired face
Hope today may be better than
All which came disappointedly before
Recreating ourselves into something
Giving opportunities to be much more

These Notebooks Drip With Inspiration

 
These notebooks drip with inspiration
Thoughts of passion in so many words
Raw relations developed from a focused mind
You want more, but you used to call me a nerd
Back in school, you were the height popularity
I still remember how your indifference stung
Time does wonders in both directions
Beauty fades even while this life has truly just begun