You Have Your Notions Of Me

You have your notions of me
Whether it’s my rugged good looks
Or I’m a notorious scalawag
But neither a hero or a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion
Nor am I a wild west outlaw
I choose to wear the eyepatch
But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws

I write fast & love slow
Without a care of what they say about me
When you have faith
You never have to wait & see

I quietly find my secrets within
Descended from that beautiful literary brogue
To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun
I’ll be your host tonight, the swashunbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm
Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style
But you of good taste & reknown class
Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile

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Living In A John Hughes Movie

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Living in a John Hughes movie
Suburbia laid out before me
I don’t look the outlaw type
Head of this house; I’m still free
But a simmering rebellion within
Thoughts not transferred in awhile
Preparing for this revolution
But it’s my typewriter, flair & my preppy style

I See Your Gears Turning

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I see your gears turning
A scratch pad of juggled notes
My sassy blonde with such style
Throwing looks back, caught my throat
Lingering over the page
Like something I’m not sure of
Thoughts dripping into melting ice
Nothing as comfortable as confident love

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

Hitting Rock Bottom With An Articulate Woman

  

Hitting rock bottom with an articulate woman

Now I can see love was not in her view

Misguided choices of delicate wonder

Bringing to the forefront curiosity anew

You may call it a travesty or much worse

I am merely a person of no consequence

Our downfalls reside within our own skin

Hate me, but no blame for her moral sense

I never knew her purpose & never asked

Burned once for being too close to her wiles

Recoiled with her artifice grasped at last

Any form of compassion was not her style