Words Can Mean More Than We Realize

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Words can mean more than we realize
With truth dripping from what’s unsaid
The contents of a heart not easily known
Modesty & propriety leaving legs unspread
But I wish I recite a simple loving life
Following & delving between the stacks
Surrounded by such grand beauty
Oh Lady, you’ve got an amazing rack!

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I’m Doing My Best Here

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I’m doing my best here

Not a miracle worker by any means

My imperfections are showing

Getting trampled by the fiends

But I’m not who they want me to be

I’m not long meant for this load

For there’s more for me to become

Never stagnant, blazing along my own road

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

 

 

 

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The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor

We Want To Be Original, But We’re Stuck

We want to be original, but we’re stuck
Lost in a world where it’s cool to ‘not give a fuck’
But I don’t want to 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