Laissez Faire

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Good morning, Beautiful

I’ve brought some coffee to share

Bathe me in your deep caresses

Make me abandon my laissez faire

Intentions have never been pure

I exist in complicated ways

I believe in healthy love & lust

& setting fire to our communiques

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Wallowing In The Good Mornings

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Wallowing in the good mornings
Moving on from all your past days
Cutting loose the baggage
You’re different now, that was a phase
New person evolving within you
Tired of comparisons & their failings
Creating your own place in this world
Let society shift & begin their own trailings

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

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

Trying Out Stories In The Morning

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Trying out stories in the morning
Typing away on this ol’ machine
Thinking of something different
A genius the world’s never seen
But I can’t think of anything great
I guess I’ll get more coffee instead
I hear a whistle from my lady
I guess my love needs me back in bed

The Molten Life-Sustaining Elixir

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The molten life-sustaining elixir
Down the gullet another cup is poured
Pitch black; the only way to drink
An awakening that just won’t be ignored
Stretching my arms into the morning
Reaching to take the sun in my embrace
Another sip; life will be mine
Success is surviving; sunshine on your face

Dancin’ On The Dew Drops

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Dancin’ on the dew drops
Behind the magic of the unseen
Lettin’ the sun shine through
Another morning light & serene
Duck & dive past negativity
Run free; barefoot on the grass
Soak up all of nature’s joy
I’m gonna go pinch my woman on the ass

 

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

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Emerging from the night of lost souls
A rough morning with make-up in your eyes
Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell
You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies
Another Mardi Gras extinguished
But your heart now belongs to the man of flames
You don’t remember how your dress got burnt
Or how your lovely chest was branded with his name

 

 

 

*I wrote this for Halloween, but never shared it. So I swapped in Mardi Gras because of my superb timing… It doesn’t make as much sense, but you never expected such high notions from me.