Cold Honest Truth

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“I don’t view that résumé as negative. I see it as an honest description. It may be a cold description, but it’s a mere truth. It is neither positive or negative. They’re just 2D words and the real you is a complicated, 3D being.”

“You’re not making me feel better”

“What do you want me to say? I’m trying to put this in the most honest way I can.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t see it as a flattering portrayal of me.”

“But you said it! They are your words. Why don’t we just rephrase them?”

“Because they are the truth.”

She stood before him with her hands in the back pockets of her denim cut offs. She wore a little tank top that accentuated what she had. Her behavior could be defined as antsy. She squirmed a bit too much. It was flirtatious without any intent. She was ripe to be taken advantage of. He realized all this. He tried his best to keep his focus on her eyes and the subject at hand. But they were beautiful green eyes…

“Look, I’m not going to sit here and go over everything that is positive about you. You know most of what I’m going to say anyway. I know you’re smart enough and have been hit on enough.”

“I’m not trying to get compliments out of you. I just don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to believe me. In fact, your opinion doesn’t matter at all. The only opinion that matters is that of the guy who is lucky enough to get chosen by you.”

“No one is wanting me to choose them, as you say.”

“Just stop. Please, just stop.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to figure out if you’re innocent enough to believe your own words.”

“I’m not lying!”

“I didn’t say you were. You just have a block to where you can’t see the real you and the good things about you.”

“I think I could agree with that.”

“Good, then just listen to me and believe what I have to say.”

She looked back at him, trying to see something in his face. She wanted to find the secret to how he could see so much good in her. It was polar opposite to her own reflection. It amazed her that he could see past all her flaws and find what it was that he locked into.

“I’ll try.” She released a loud breath of pent up frustration. It was as if she let the burden of her own self doubt go. She would do her best to think positively and embrace her assets.

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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’m Seeking A Truth

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I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words
My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move
Typing on this old hand-me-down machine to transform
My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove
I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul
There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes
Internalizing the segmented society & all the villains
Returning to coffee so black the void regains precious hope

Words Can Mean More Than We Realize

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Words can mean more than we realize
With truth dripping from what’s unsaid
The contents of a heart not easily known
Modesty & propriety leaving legs unspread
But I wish I recite a simple loving life
Following & delving between the stacks
Surrounded by such grand beauty
Oh Lady, you’ve got an amazing rack!

Garments Left By The Wayside

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Garments left by the wayside
Memories of what never was
Youth captured by a tender fear
Old age returning me to a fuzz
Life limps on without the truth
Awkward & direct; yet somehow free
A forgotten note whispered close
On my own feet; now I can finally see

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

I Know What I Want To Say

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I know what I want to say
Don’t want to come off as a creep
I’ll keep my thoughts to myself
Though I can’t help to take a peek
You’re beautiful & make me smile
I hear your laugh resonate
I wish I could tell you my truth
But propriety makes me hesitate

There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

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There’s so much talk of being wild
Like there’s a constant harness holding us back
But its just an illusion for others to see
You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack
These false pretenses are keeping you low
Images of a manicured life on your social media feed
Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions
When these aren’t the actions of a happy life really needs
It’s difficult to perceive any truth as you focus the camera
The projection of crazy as you manipulate your reputation
Here’s a secret, the honest people don’t really care &
The real wild ones don’t bother with perfect punctuation