Where Are These Precious Moments

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Where are these precious moments
Stolen from our heads while we slept
Dwindling doses from the nation’s night
We’re treading water, but we’re out of our depth
Curled up on the dilapidated chaise lounge
Rethinking the possibilities of our crisis
Just a refugee from society’s judgement
Seeking enlightenment in spite of our vices

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I Think I Missed A Dance

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I think I missed a dance
I think it was my turn to lead
My heart feels empty & worn
Braced for an eternity to plead
The revolution of our lives
Nothing I could understand
I just know I was better
When I had you in my hands

Time Can Water Down Revolutions

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Time can water down revolutions
Make you think it’s all through
You’ve settled into the motions
Somehow your spirit failed you
But we have some hidden secrets
Something that keep the motor running
No use in divulging your very own truth
Locked lips; the sign of something more cunning

The Clicking Precedes You

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The clicking precedes you
My heart beats at a faster rate
You look ravishing like this
Love: a language that won’t translate
Spellbound with wonder
Brushing soft locks out of your face
This is no time to hide
Come out from under that lace

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

Take my hand along these lines
We’ll dance & swirl by the sea
Show me the proper steps
Tell me where I need to be
There’s a precious magic
& I still believe
Our bodies interlaced
A tangled web we weave

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

I’m disarmed by your smile
Lips needing my attention
I’ve missed your everything
I’m stripped of all apprehension
I’m tripping over your words
My focus is slightly askew
By that crooked smirk
I know you’re thinking about it too

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

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Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hot
Typing your best to empty all thought
Pouring your soul into force upon the keys
Your woman walks past with a dress above the knees
Now you can’t think or type or stammer straight
The hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late
You pray to the spirits of procrastination or whatever you think of
Burn this project right now, sacrifice it in the name of love

*previously posted on former blog

Always Keep Pixie Dust To Escape

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Always keep Pixie Dust to escape
Will you recognize the triumph when they arise
A need to inspire our own hearts & fragile souls
Bookshelves littered with secrets; don’t divert your eyes
The words are our best hope when you are scared
I am my own muse; another coffee so I can think
Don’t give in to their fears & endless hate
For life is short, we need to love more; don’t blink