Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

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Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hot
Typing your best to empty all thought
Pouring your soul into force upon the keys
Your woman walks past with a dress above the knees
Now you can’t think or type or stammer straight
The hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late
You pray to the spirits of procrastination or whatever you think of
Burn this project right now, sacrifice it in the name of love

*previously posted on former blog

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Don’t Tell Me About Sacrifice

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Don’t tell me about sacrifice
I don’t need your hypocritical words
A notion merely secondhand
A duty you constantly deferred
With my family soundly asleep
I’ll carry my seabag back to the dock
Taking with me their prayers
Never survive without them – my rock

You Don’t See It

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You don’t see it
The boys not getting enough sleep
Those who have abandoned their homes
Keeping watch over the watery deep
You don’t see it
Those who dream of something better
Youth sacrificing blindly
Riding the tide, salt spray getting wetter
You don’t see it
Loading sea bags in early morning hours
Walking the gangplank in the face of fear
Trusting their lives to a Greater Power

*This is dedicated to the boys & girls who voluntarily leave the comfort of a normal life to do something different. We all have our reasons for why we’re here. I humbly thank those who have come before me, those standing next to me and those who will carry on the watch after my time is complete.

I Don’t Want Airbrushed Perfection

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I don’t want airbrushed perfection
I want to cherish flaws only I know
How you snort when I make you laugh
That special moan during a late night show
You’re the only one I’ll ever want
You, alone, are the only one I want to hold
Making all these sacrifices worth while
Lie back now, allow me to kiss your delicate folds

Don’t Cross Your Legs, Baby

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Don’t cross your legs, Baby
I wish to see such treasure
A beauty of a secret
Meant for our mutual pleasure
I’ll swing from the yardarm
I’ll pull out my sword
I’ll gouge out me eye
If you’re ever close to bored