Calling Out In The Dark

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Calling out in the dark, Angels, cast out the ugly
I’m weary of this life, I can’t deal with it anymore
Where is the magic to fuel us through this existence
We surely are in need of salvation, I fervently implore
I fall to my knees, with my face up to the Lord
“Wrap me tightly in your perfectly loving Grace”
There is no place better suited for a tainted soul
I know He’s here, my anxiety disappears without a trace

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Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams

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Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards
But we weren’t ourselves with honesty
Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become
Grabbing self-regard before it fades
Destroying their notions of modernism
Returning to simpler times & dark shades
We all have our morbid skeletons
The vague semblance of a broken soul
But somewhere are the clues to the truth
Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull

I Want To Taste Your Skin

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I want to taste your skin
I desire to hold your naked form
Our souls exposed & intertwined
With no expectations to ever conform
The comfort of being truly accepted
Worth being compared to the moon & stars
Never asking our hearts to change
Nothing greater than being loved for who we are

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

Carefully Chosen Sentence Structures

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Carefully chosen sentence structures

The love of words keeping you from the cold

Bundled in that threadbare cardigan

But you never allowed your spirit to be sold

The world wishes to destroy your soul

& watch gleefully as you wither & cry

But as long as you keep on writing

You’ll learn that you can never really die

This Isn’t An Existence Made Of Promises

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This isn’t an existence made of promises
All this is shorter than we want to admit
The futility of hate & anger is obvious
Yet you ignore reality with your juvenile fit
Humans are endowed with a soul beyond reason
You cannot treat people this way; as mere sheep
A truth inherent to rising consciousness
We fell, but we’re no longer so very deep
There are those who want us to remain callow
To never again straighten ourselves & finally rise
Powers who wish we’d leave our cash & walk away
No longer silent & we once again find our open eyes

When I Was Young & Dumb

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When I was young & dumb

Pretty girls with no souls were a distraction

My fancy bounced from every girl
Who chanced to flirt

Somewhere along the time
I figured out my priorities

I dedicated my heart
Searching for something pure
Something genuine

I found her
&
I knew

Down the road
Ten plus years later
She is still mine

I love her all the more
Because
She doesn’t need me
But she wants me anyway

Skyfall

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It’s not a crime to be pretty
Wearing rented dresses, searching for a breadwinner
Socialites & other plastic people
No redeeming qualities, but she wants to be thinner
Her vagina will accept almost anything
Whether it be dollars, pounds, marks or kroner
A consummate professional at all times
She expects to be well paid for every geriatric boner
You don’t look gift whores in the mouth
Searching for a sugar daddy, anyone will do
Sitting in the bullpen, hoping to get promoted
Waiting to pluck her next victim, how many already gone through
That swath leaving nothing to the imagination
Offended when the whispers mention a gold digger
Everyone can spy those silicone scars
Next time she’ll go a couple of cups bigger
Sucking more than the marrow out of life
She’s trading her youth for money & security
But once tarnished, Innocence forever besmirched
Time is constantly magnifying all your impurities
There are certain priorities in this life
A father must keep his daughters off the pole
But something much less discussed nowadays
What do you do once she grew without a soul
This scene is littered with heinous & fickle creatures
Cloaked, it slowly begins to scandalize & appall
Men with large billfolds & absolutely no shame
The current failure of society & they call it Skyfall