It’s Like Riding

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It’s like riding a six month
Mechanical bull
These lapping waves
Tugging at my soul
Forgot how much I loved
All that dusty dirt
& those pretty girls
Teasing in short skirts
These peaceful waters are
Nice in their own right
But I hunger for my woman
& a cold beer at night

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She Was A Shallow Girl

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She was a shallow girl
Lingering in the brackish waters
Often commenting on my person
Advice & suggestions on how to be hotter
I tried to live within my control
But I was never good enough in her eyes
Qualifications & standards missed the mark
She let me go without even an honest try

I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal

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I didn’t mean to get too personal
I merely noticed your exposed slip
My thoughts took me to uncharted waters
Thinking of us – alone- a subtle skinny dip
An abandoned wedding gown crumpled
The satin too white against your lace
I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel
Though I could see the muted joy in your face
You kicked off your heels & removed your gloves
Walking too close you whispered ‘yes’ to my surprise
I loosened my tie before you took charge
I’ll never forget how you looked with your laughing eyes

my shadow screams like a thousand suns

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my shadow screams like a thousand suns
a gorgeous woman leaves but asks why
the power is from the sea of black lights
some will have to vision my delicate sky
thinking manipulated the eternity of dreams
i am drunk, recalling moments, driving me to cry
death is an essential smell, pounding music watches
storms trudge on through, but i must try
water sweats as he falls in love with her
the mist under a pink rose petal shines like spring
ugly lust floods and i cannot swim
the smooth gown worships bare skin, as she sings

Emerging From The Cool Waters

 

Emerging from the cool waters

Morning swim to ease my mind

My soul’s been hacked

I needed an escape to unwind

Society is advancing

But merely on the people’s rights

The media’s a crooked lapdog

We’re doomed if we refuse to unite

Glassy Eyed Vipers Stand In The Corner

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Glassy eyed vipers stand in the corner
Memories of cool water and menthol cigarettes
Manual labor for a couple more summers
Then throw me with the rest of your vets
Counting the days until they are all gone
Cast off into an unknown unforgiving sea
Vacant and alone on a sunny day
The cold winter days at least give reason to be
Memories of forgotten love lost
Those years crash against my soul
Pictures and letters no more than ash
Not enough booze to fill this very hole