You Have Your Notions Of Me

You have your notions of me
Whether it’s my rugged good looks
Or I’m a notorious scalawag
But neither a hero or a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion
Nor am I a wild west outlaw
I choose to wear the eyepatch
But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws

I write fast & love slow
Without a care of what they say about me
When you have faith
You never have to wait & see

I quietly find my secrets within
Descended from that beautiful literary brogue
To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun
I’ll be your host tonight, the swashunbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm
Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style
But you of good taste & reknown class
Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile

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Don’t Tell Me About Sacrifice

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Don’t tell me about sacrifice
I don’t need your hypocritical words
A notion merely secondhand
A duty you constantly deferred
With my family soundly asleep
I’ll carry my seabag back to the dock
Taking with me their prayers
Never survive without them – my rock

I’m Into Trying New Things

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I’m into trying new things
Alternate positions to give you an extra gasp
Weaving words through this existence
Weakened knees, begging me to unclasp
I’m emboldened by your Earthly vessel
But a beautiful soul, you can’t dispossess
But enough of these intricate notions
I believe it’s time to get you undressed

I’m Not A Fancy Poet

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I’m not a fancy poet
I don’t have a soul patch nor a beret
Within the confines of each breath
Trying to create a literary bouquet
I merely write how I feel
Without thought to how I’m perceived
No time for such arbitrary notions
True to myself, I know I’ve achieved

I’m Not Who You Think I Am

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I’m not who you think I am
A smooth operator along the Rhine
But Deutschland was so long ago
I’ve traded heartache for this sunshine
Your notions & guesses are invalid
I’m not who you’ve conjured in your head
Cannot be contained by your notions
I’m free to roam wild instead

Piles & Piles Of Images

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Piles & piles of images
Floating in my mind
Give me a second
Let’s see what we can find
Burnt & coffee stained
Looking for something fresh & true
Be patient & we’ll see
If I can still entertain you
Step off & step back
Throw away preconceived notions
Close your eyes & let us travel
Together, we can make poetry in motion

She Was Telling Stories About Her Darker Creases

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She was telling stories about her darker creases
Seaside jaunts with a tireless string of boys
Social classifications leaving us feeling abused
Systematically wearing down a soul without any noise
Searching for fun in spite of former cuts & bruises
Sensations nearing proportions of hazy juvenile tales
Snapping to after another round of spirited friends
Sold on a notion even though our memory may fail
Sandy journeys bring us back to where we were lost
Still meandering around the area we remember most
Striking out to change the way our life unfolded
Stagnant when we finally return back from the coast