She Wore An Unassuming Beauty

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She wore an unassuming beauty
With lips of a scarlet hue
Painted for the ongoing battle
Dressed to provide impending views
A strong woman knowing desire
Without regard to their qualms
Protecting her soul at all cost
They’re indignant, but she’s keeping calm

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A Charmed Life

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“My imagination lives a charmed life.” Grace said.

The weather had started to change. The summer temperatures were lingering in the back of our minds. Grace wore a green, chunky sweater over black yoga pants. I could see the fatigue in her eyes. I don’t know if she wasn’t sleeping well or if it was just the stress. She sipped her venti Starbucks coffee. Grace had always talked about how she hated mornings, but now she was just hiding behind her sunglasses. There wasn’t much effort put into the morning. Her hair was tied back in the tiniest numb of a ponytail possible. That was all her short hair would allow.

“Have you been painting?” I asked.

“Not really, I mean, I have a little bit, but not as much as I need to be.”

“I don’t know much about art. I like your work, but mostly because I can feel your happiness in them.”

“My paintings are depressing as shit!”

“I get that. But I know you’re happiest when you’re painting.”

“I really am.” A smile broke out on her face.

Let Me Paint Your Lips Red

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Let me paint your lips red
The quiet pampering into the night
Let me whisper your possibilities
Popping each button in the flattering light
Silhouettes upon the fresh bedsheets
Mere ideals of what we might be
My body aching for another touch
Your kiss; the only thing to set me free

Inverted Staircases Painted Slightly Blue

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Inverted staircases painted slightly blue

Slender secrets echo in the trapped night

Wasted words from jilted lovers ring true

Loosened spirits giving reason to finally fight

Undistilled mind-thought alive with fear

Floating away silently throughout the season

Repeated attempts to ponder why we’re here

Explain away actions until they’re treason

Cold War Runways Still Clearly Marked

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Cold war runways still clearly marked
A legacy of certain impending doom
Farmhouse grill just the other side
These suburbanites need more room
Lost family values since those days
Deteriorated grain silos crumble in rust
Red wooden barn needing more paint
Orchard roads merely a path of dust
Good soil to grow your dreams in
Futures not to be hindered by our past
Imagine a world where children are free
Free to imagine a peace that will last

My Vanguard Thoughts

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My vanguard thoughts
Upon those painted skulls
El Dia Los Muertos
Everyday in their maudlin souls
Trying to create an evolution
To repel their resolute despair
Slowly wandering on back
With these words of love I share

Railroad Crossings Touch My Mind

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Railroad crossings touch my mind
Worn jeans speckled with fading paint
Buddha found lying by the curb
Sorry ma’am, I’ve never been a saint
Life is an amazing gestation
There is nothing left to lose
Those stars have lost their luster
Welcome back home to live the blues
Daily life has never been easy
Always some sort of pain to endure
Demons breathing down your neck
Silently waiting for another liquid cure