Interwoven Into These Strange Worlds

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Interwoven into these strange worlds
Knowing that sarcasm is a mere veneer
We’re stuck in a crumbling society
Hiding insecurities & manufactured fear
BUT – we can get out & resurrect our lives
This isn’t the end of our story being told
There’s a stack of blank paper still waiting
How will you manipulate the ink; will you be so bold

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I Need Coffee

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I need coffee
Dressed in my finest tartan
Words stumble in early hours
Another weary day just startin’
I need to flex my wrist
Stretch-out my pen – longhand
Meld my thoughts into the paper
Convince\Hope you understand

I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper

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I have stacks of unused paper
Like the untouched dreams in my head
We all have the forks in our roads
But often take the easier path instead
So many distractions in my way
To give in to them would leave me mundane
I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence
I’d much rather push the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you

Waitress, You May Refill My Coffee Now

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Waitress, you may refill my coffee now
Mornin’ Miss, your sight is such a relief
Today I’ll be renewed, fresh & free
Been plucking the wharves from my teeth
My heart had been down on its luck
Though today I’m feeling much better
That woman’s no longer haunting me
I decided to throw out her final letter
Stepped right up to the edge of the bridge
I threw it out to the unforgiving sea
Those papers floated off forevermore
All I need today is this perfect coffee
I’m different & she doesn’t exist
Think I’ll head down to the corner
Flag down a taxi & go for a ride
Take back taxes stolen by Jack Horner
Heard he was dealing cards
At SOMA’s famous jook joint
Heard he was spending my money
With my rusty pistol I’ll anoint
Thank you, ma’am for this cup
I’ll come back, if you please
I don’t get many conversations
Quite as pleasant as these

Drinking The Spilled Ink

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Drinking the spilled ink

Anything for a touch of inspiration

The metal nib scratches the paper

Leaving behind unused insinuation

Touting such triumphs to the Heavens

Coming to these waters to galvanize

Words reign down with invigoration

& finally finding absolution within thine eyes