Irish Proverb

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May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

– Irish Proverb

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Penning Out Frivolous Odes

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Penning out frivolous odes
Words creating a comforting feeling
An itch that needs to be remedied
Turning bland into rather appealing
It’s not complicated to be good
If you can fathom what I mean
The distractions tend to be mirages
Ghosts preventing you from being clean

Words Keep Me Buoyed

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Words keep me buoyed
Sanity sifted, then promptly returned
Thought processes turned on end
Satisfaction smells like salty sunburns
But we were born out of time
Scribbles & poems don’t mean anything anymore
But to a few hidden scoundrels
The fringe of society behind unmarked doors

The Waves Will Always Kiss The Shore

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The waves will always kiss the shore
But we must continue the fight to be free
My indifference to society is documented
Perhaps we should separate & simply be
But they won’t let me go gently into the goodnight
Always come callin’ – talking about my turn
But I paid my debts with a piece of my soul
I could cry foul, but they’ll never learn

His Disturbed View Of The American Dream

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His disturbed view of the American dream
Maybe he went & got tattooed one too many times
The coffee & cigarettes unfold to clear his path
Envisioned between the wondrous filth & grime
Dredged details with twists & turns of another
Hazed morning blurs direction to the local Starbucks
Elegant patrons stepping out from higher society
Rubbing shoulders with commons down on their luck
Stilettos clacking upon the tile with another escape
Former dive bar angels way past their prime
Stalking & eavesdropping into a life he’ll never know
Maybe he went to that well one too many times

My Soul Fills With Song For Uncle Walt

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My soul fills with song for Uncle Walt
Years of running in circles
Trying to find my voice
He whispered his love in my ear
My wheels slipping on the rails
I turn, ready for the future
Ripping down my walls
Looking outside for someone to share
Hiding in shadows no more
I shall set sail for those lost dreams

Passing Quietly In The Night

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Passing quietly in the night
Unbeknownst to a blind eye
Distractions turning nervous
Youthful visions of a divided sky
Perpetual beauty left ravished
Smudged but steady on course
Redemptions readily available
Without the gale’s full force

Perpetual Time Lumbering On

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Perpetual time lumbering on
Your heart beats with each tick of the clock
A tiny desk lamp illuminating the room
Silent door upon no one knocks
Staring off into forgotten lore
Heaters no match for a winter’s night
Sitting removed in only underwear
Repel this world of justified fright
Questioning all the spoken reasons
Unlit candles calling out my name
Clinking together, so I turn my head
Hush, let us not speak about this shame

Give Me More Of That Of That Golden Perfection

  

Give me more of that of that golden perfection
Cast off anything not worthy of this glass
I do not care for your rants on responsibility
Do what you want, I know the value of a piece of ass
I find myself conflicted, this is a sullen day
Contradicting my words at every other turn
Personal beliefs & those everlasting tastes
Can I fix myself before I eternally burn
I push aside those apocalyptic thoughts
Look out towards those signs of salvation
Please walk with me Lord, I cannot do this alone
Lead me to surpass this decaying creation