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

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I’m Working On A Deliberate Sound

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I’m working on a deliberate sound

Tracking a feeling I’ve never found

Filtering & distilling a final abstract

Like passion was some sort of artifact

They’re still searching for their good luck

Let us dance holes in our old school Chucks

No need to worry about their errant thoughts

Let me strip naked – for I’m kinda hot

The beat down to your toes

Secrets of my soul, I’ll cautiously expose

Getting Crazy Hard With The Bard


It’s a style newer than new
The Torino rocked perfect blue
Dismayed by the delayed arrival
Standing together for survival
Feeling abandoned since the anthology
A devastating mix; you know it’s a LP

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

We won’t let you drown
Rising up in a beatnik sound
Tapping out evolving discourses
Connection from the one True source
Possibly you’re in the endless series
Unable to contain the Nebbian theories

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

Stepping silently on your soles
Playing with traditional roles
Not stirring controversy
Just waiting for you & me
A secret to whisper in the night
A decision; is it fight or flight

Getting crazy hard
With the Bard
Smoking that rhino horn
Feeling life reborn

You’re A Questionable Soul

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You’re a questionable soul
Lying in the Captain’s brig
After drinking his scotch
& wearing his wife’s wig
Definitely conduct unbecoming
Her voice sounding the alarm
The man knows your name now
Surely you’ll swing from the yardarm

*previously posted on former blog

I Once Had A Chicken That Went Meow

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I once had a chicken that went meow

I need to go I need to get out now

They’re after me you must understand

Please help me, gimme a hand

I’m constantly having to watch my back

To keep them from giving me the smack

Soon I’ll be taking flight

I’ll be gone before the night

The moon still shines in the day

It’s part of their sinister plan

When they get me, I’ll say

Who’s you, man?!

Sun, beaches & waves

To save yourself you must be brave

I must not make a sound

Or else I’ll be found

They’ll torture me till I’m blue

I’ll cry & scream out to you

Would you come rescue me

Would you come set me free

My childhood comes wanting to play

How long till oppression they will ban

Soon my mind will stray

& I’ll say, who’s you, man?!

Circa 2000

Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek

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Poseurs, pacifists & poets reek
Sitting high on a lifeguard shack
Nighttime cloaked down upon us
Words in darkness never taken back
Ocean waves break the silence tonight
Only our thoughts to be heard otherwise
Isolation not what you thought it’d be
Tearing out your incessant broken eyes
Midnight sounds to be held on tight
A swim where you can never return
A fatigue to be felt deep down
Love exposed to moonlight will forever burn

Ocean Force Winds

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Crisp ocean force winds

Gentle fresh citrus scent

Lost upon the eternal sea

Forgot where beauty went

A treatise of delicate love

Evidence of a ghost

Smile your sweet smile

I’ve left for the coast

Sound of muted voices

She’s a little too cute

Allowing no more secrets

Down through my roots