Looking Up At The Glowing Moon

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Looking up at the glowing moon
A remarkable passion slowly burns
Falling stars in the North Sea’s night
Resting quietly upon my weary stern
Scanning horizons of a cloudless sky
Each rogue wave taken in ample stride
The fervent dreams of your sweet nectar
Coming precariously closer with each tide
Through our distant & complete adoration
You, the only one who could be my lady fair
Chanced to love me entirely & selflessly
Back where my necessities were laid bare

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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