Listening To These Harrowing Winds

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Listening to these harrowing winds
I sure miss kissing your ruby lips
I’m cold these days; alone
Dreaming of holding your naked hips
That’s where my hands need to be
Memories of your perfect back arched
Seeing the outline of your love
Leaves my mouth permanently parched

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A Foggy Morning Along The Swamp

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A foggy morning along the swamp

A chill down your spine; the Earth still

I grab a coffee & another one on the go

Can’t get trapped, we remain with life to fulfill

Indications of the night wearing off

Pixie dust lingering where my dreams used to be

Her touch; fingerprinted on my soul

I close my eyes, she’s still who I always see

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

Snow Days Are No Legitimate Excuse

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Snow days are no legitimate excuse
Do not bundle your cute tush away
Let me see some of that sass & flair
I want you to tease, taunt & maybe sashay
Listen to the passionate voices of love
We’re always leading the way; the vanguard
Let’s start with a hand up your sweater
I’m curious to see if your nipples are hard

I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It

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I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it
This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight
Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other
If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night
Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system
I don’t care if kindness long ago went out of fashion
Don’t accept your options, make your own way
We need return to art, return to love & compassion
‘They’ are anyone who’ll tell you we can’t survive
Without stooping down to unconscionable degrees
Rebel, refuse & reclaim enlightenment & love
Lead ourselves away from their dysfunctional societies
God reserves a place in Hell for those who spout hate
Whether you believe in Christ or what Buddha taught
Love doesn’t see the differences between us
We can do better; a peaceful way must be sought
Politicians are no more than door to door salesmen
Fraudulent purveyors of the American dreamscape
But we, the silent underground, emerging each day
Fed up with their vision, proof that heroes don’t wear capes

I See Her Light’s Still On

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I see her light’s still on
Looking down at my worn shoes
I’m not much to look at
Continuing on with only my blues
To lose
I wish I could speak to her
Maybe I will, one of these days
But she only ever sees that…
I’m always walking away

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

She’s Got That Weirdness Flowing Through Her Veins

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She’s got that weirdness flowing through her veins
She’s got that funk in her domain
She’s got the brains that I admire
& the beauty that I desire
Everything she does is a tad bit funky
I want to be the fellow with her one key
I want to be the one to love her
& have it returned to me and no other
I can tell she is one of a kind
& I can’t seem to get her out of my mind
But that’s cool with me
She’s an image I love to see
When I look at her, I see there’s a freak inside
You never know what will happen until you’ve tried

*this is an old poem from the 90’s. I’m not claiming it’s any good. I just like it.

The Sun Entering The Bedroom

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The sun entering the bedroom
She tasted like natural ginger root
Satisfied before she began her day
A short skirt & high heeled boots
A perfect way to leave her
A lovely morning with such a sight
I watched her until I couldn’t see
Everyone should be so lucky at first light

Don’t Take My Glasses, Baby

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Don’t take my glasses, Baby
I want to see your beauty
Let me drink your suppleness
You’re the sweetest taste to me
Don’t leave me in the dark, Lady
Let me point a direction that never fails
Holding passion hostage will never do
Let us make love by Braille