There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

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There’s so much talk of being wild
Like there’s a constant harness holding us back
But its just an illusion for others to see
You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack
These false pretenses are keeping you low
Images of a manicured life on your social media feed
Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions
When these aren’t the actions of a happy life really needs
It’s difficult to perceive any truth as you focus the camera
The projection of crazy as you manipulate your reputation
Here’s a secret, the honest people don’t really care &
The real wild ones don’t bother with perfect punctuation

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A Wink From Her To Get My Heart A-Revving

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A wink from her to get my heart a-revving
Her pink negligee hanging below her knee
Soft skin turns into hardened intentions
The promise of a night of debauchery
A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom
Visions of adulation thoroughly taut
I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency
A fine suited man removing a Windsor knot
Fastened to my bedpost; a sailor can surely tie
Settling down with this libertine, methinks
A pretty picture of a delicious woman
Purely polished reflections in my cufflinks
Post coital; passion overflowing this room
Perfection amid people imperfectly real
Precious moments that I’ll never forsake
My woman’s love, allowing me to constantly heal

Dreams Of Pretty Dancing Girls

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Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal

I Exist In The Shadows

 

 

 

 

I exist in the shadows
Where the soulshine does fade
Where flesh touches flesh
& love is deliberately made
I’m not your fantasy boy
Complications part of my deal
Lost in imperfect possibilities
You’ll find I’m a little too real

I Don’t Want A Sterile Love

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I don’t want a sterile love
I want it real & raw
Desire to be overflowing
With the heart’s Summer thaw
Knowing a kindred soul
My kisses deliver with utmost precision
Dedicated focus toward only her
Giving a new meaning to ‘tunnel vision’

Life Cycles, Fell Through Like Seasons

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Life cycles, fell through like seasons
Discoloration of our functioning thoughts
I’ll need another mug if I’m to wake
Your gasconade’s ineffective once it’s not hot
This swirling life leaving you dizzy & dull
What will you do when it’s your turn to deal
Entering periods of inspirational drought
But all you ever had to be was real

Don’t Throw Words Around Needlessly

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Don’t throw words around needlessly
Some of these schmucks have been around thirty years
Tried, tested & forged these unbreakable bonds
Held each other through heartache & tears
There is real meaning behind those words
Forever isn’t some witty concept or newfangled trend
It’s a genuine & authentic lifelong bond
For you’ll know I love you when I call you my friend

We Can Choose To Be Who We Wish

We can choose to be who we wish
Or we can try to be something we’re not
But the Earth keeps spinning around
Illusion or otherwise, this one’s gonna be hot
But I want to be something a little more real
To live authentically in spite of society’s pressure
I will not be goaded into buying demeaning products
I’ll remain true & gentlemanly as I stay a dapper dresser

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I Sit Mesmerized

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I sit mesmerized
Watching the sun crest the horizon
Arms wrapped around the prettiest girl
I’ve ever laid my eyes on
Pulling the zipper up to my chin
These mornings are surprisingly cold
Coffee does little to remedy my plight
But I’m content, together we’re gonna get real old