Curious Intents In This Warmer Weather

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Curious intents in this warmer weather
Knowing Summer will be coming soon
Inspiration & creativity go hand in hand
Shedding Winter demons beneath a fresh moon
I’m tired of conditioning myself for them
My mind feels free & ready to finally shine
Pushing away any thought to merely conform
We get one life & this one is going to be mine
I’m going to stretch my imagination far out
Tinkering with ideas & love for us all to spread
Spring is the return of life to this sleeping world
In the future, how to be remembered when we’re dead

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Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams

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Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards
But we weren’t ourselves with honesty
Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become
Grabbing self-regard before it fades
Destroying their notions of modernism
Returning to simpler times & dark shades
We all have our morbid skeletons
The vague semblance of a broken soul
But somewhere are the clues to the truth
Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull

I’m Seeking A Truth

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I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words
My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move
Typing on this old hand-me-down machine to transform
My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove
I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul
There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes
Internalizing the segmented society & all the villains
Returning to coffee so black the void regains precious hope

Garments Left By The Wayside

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Garments left by the wayside
Memories of what never was
Youth captured by a tender fear
Old age returning me to a fuzz
Life limps on without the truth
Awkward & direct; yet somehow free
A forgotten note whispered close
On my own feet; now I can finally see

There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside

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There’s something to be said for going outside
Wallowing in the dirt, smearing it on your skin
Returning your soul to the Earth, to be truly free
There’s only one life; you’ve got to get it in
Remove society’s reign over your instincts
Dance unhindered; strip & frolic completely bare
Be at peace with the natural world’s glory
Stand proudly and let your nips feel the harvest air

 

 

*still behind in my posting….

Quietly Adjusting Back Into Your Life

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Quietly adjusting back into your life
Unseen boundaries & soaked in the rain
But this is a temporary thunderstorm
The sun will return tomorrow & permanently remain
But we don’t need to wait to be happy
For it’s a mere emotion we can choose
‘Fake it until you make it’, still applies
For in the end, what do we have to lose?

Heading West Like Horace Greeley Once Said

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Heading west like Horace Greeley once said
Returning to our fractured American shores
Shining seas & the purple mountains majesty
No politician could make me cease to longer adore
My love of country goes further than just today
The Antichrist’s heir apparent, blights & plagues
No one person represents our nation’s pride
Not from Washington nor down to the dregs