The Words Aren’t Perfect

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The words aren’t perfect
But they really don’t need to be
Leaving behind the beach &
Chilly winds coming off the sea
She could’ve done much better
But something about me caught
Like a rash that wouldn’t go away
Lucky me! Somehow she thinks I’m hot

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Dreaming Of A Forgotten Summer

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Dreaming of a forgotten summer

Youth; wild eyes & full of spice

The hope only the fresh may know

Never finding your innocence twice

The Good Lord blesses us daily

The sun’s warmth will always provide

Moments to bask, wading in the water

Burdens swept in the outgoing tide

Eyeing the inevitable future

Knowing we must make ourselves free

Standing strong with cheerful hearts

& worries washing themselves out to sea

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

Winters Along The Chesapeake

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Winters along the Chesapeake
Listening to the elder’s snarling tales
Tough men looking for far gone battles
Filling their minds with wine & war sails
The triumphs of fictional characters
Can never be overstated to a fool
Blinded by a word’s sleight of hand
The mind left to unconsciously unspool
The darker corners are always inhabited
Produced marvels of unshrinking power
Weathervanes swirling from their time
Nursing pain amid their legendary glower
Survivors influencing the next generations
Of country boys wanting to go to sea
Dreaming of illusive glory & vindication
But they’ll only find heartache & misery

Scars & Flaws Mark Our Character

 

 

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Scars & flaws mark our character
There are no monuments upon the sea
With no footprints in the waves
We cling to adventure in order to be free
But we all too soon grow old
The cold days along the Scottish coast
Searching for the proper port
To be comfortable with our dubious host
These days we’re looking to break even
I feel each of my years in my bones
I embrace my Saint Brendan’s medal
Within the night shift I can quietly atone
Remembering the light within her eyes
Reflecting up into the midnight’s moon
There’s a lot we might misconstrue
We’re stained, but maybe we can learn the tune

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

Sailing To The Land Of The Norse

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Roaming free, since empires first ruled the sea
Our little ship buoyed upon the rising crests
Cutting through the waters, making our way
The burden of duty, we have silently acquiesced

Sailing to the land of the Norse
Braving storms that blew & blew
Surviving the ocean’s force
For I’m one of the salty crew

Cautious of what lies beyond this foggy morn
The natural world; the root of crashing waves
Taking in the sight of snow covered mountains
Norse myths & a foreboding weakness we stave

Sailing to the land of the Norse
Braving storms that blew & blew
Surviving the ocean’s force
For I’m one of the salty crew

Now aloft; climbing the mast for a clearer view
Ice, snow & haze coming out of this Northern gale
Secrets of this land & now we’re in its frigid grip
Push furthermore, we have no option to fail

Sailing to the land of the Norse
Braving storms that blew & blew
Surviving the ocean’s force
For I’m one of the salty crew

The Clicking Precedes You

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The clicking precedes you
My heart beats at a faster rate
You look ravishing like this
Love: a language that won’t translate
Spellbound with wonder
Brushing soft locks out of your face
This is no time to hide
Come out from under that lace

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

Take my hand along these lines
We’ll dance & swirl by the sea
Show me the proper steps
Tell me where I need to be
There’s a precious magic
& I still believe
Our bodies interlaced
A tangled web we weave

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

I’m disarmed by your smile
Lips needing my attention
I’ve missed your everything
I’m stripped of all apprehension
I’m tripping over your words
My focus is slightly askew
By that crooked smirk
I know you’re thinking about it too

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels