Caught Up In The Freedom Of Expression

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Caught up in the freedom of expression
Illuminance firmly held on your body
My thoughts drift beyond the surface
Tinged with the abstract & the naughty
The truth becomes cloudy & distant
But my mind isn’t something to seduce
Isolation of the heart lingers long after
Passion doesn’t lead to an easy truce
There’s a loneliness to be found
When you’re face-first within the squall
The world falls away, folding into itself
You’re feeling small, almost abysmal
But tomorrow will always return
I know someday I’ll find your face
They can’t keep us away forever
I’ll secure you in a steady embrace
Dreams may confuse, but I’m steadfast
Ashore before the death of the sun
The world’s filled with tribulations
But at the end of it all, there’s still only one

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This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale 

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This Pirate is an old wives’ tale

Passed on by sorority sisters these days

Mythical pleasure & infatuation –

Fluttering love; let them count the ways

World renowned for his nautical exploits

But not true they were all naughty

Legends told of a bad boy untrue, for

That infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

Knowing The Sun Will Shine Again

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Knowing the sun will shine again
I sit here basking in the midnight air
A quiet sip from my enduring courage
Thinking naughty thoughts of my lady fair
Knowing I can’t sleep when I can write
I fall back into my imaginative stupor
Only to be shook by the dawn’s yawn
Daylight kicks me swift, right in the pooper