Language Is Always Swirling In My Mind

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Language is always swirling in my mind

Concept of creativity begins to protrude 

Coffee poured into lonely & cold crockery 

Enhancing feelings of morning’s solitude 

I feel there’s a fluid density to my dreams

Where it’s not easy for them to dissolve 

Our actions lead us into raw perpetuity

Organically replayed as the earth revolves 

Standing back, removing yourself from here

You find living takes a certain concentration

Happiness requires focus and some effort

But gratitude never achieves complete saturation

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Push & Pull, But I’ll Never Tell

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Push & pull, but I’ll never tell
Solitude of a lonely soul used
White cotton panties belie your secret
Within your mind we know the abused
Walk away onto the city sidewalk
Too intense for the middle of the day
Your lips part, but we’re not the same
I’ve forgotten what you were going to say

Empty Streets Late After Dark

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Empty streets late after dark

Rain tries to wash away transgression

The anonymous walk back on home

Another night’s bout of depression

Hidden moments of solitude

Lonely stretches of cold concrete

Distant lights seem to fade away

Damp steps along an unknown street

There once was a place to go

Reasons for each & every step

Though all that was lost long ago

Into my bottle of cheap wine I wept