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muses....
       muses
   everywhere.

anywhere
     that i venture,
         i dare.

in the
    ample *****
      of her
         mouth watering
          bare.

against a
     creamsicle sky...
and its
        delicious tasting
            air.

a stroll
    through the midway
      at the carnival
         or county
            fair.

the captivating
     essence
       of her velvet
silken
             hair.

naked before you
    she magnificently
         stands and all
            you can do is
gulp.....and
               stare.

a muse that i
    want to make
        love with....
her treasure's
             so mesmerizing ..
                 so completely
                rare.

and
  if
    i
      fell
         in
           love...
             i
               wouldn't
                     care
The darkness
of one's soul
is worth
shining a
light upon
The terrible,
tragic fallacy of the last hundred years has been
to think that all man's troubles are due to his environment, and that to change the man you have nothing to do but change his environment.

That is a tragic fallacy.
It overlooks the fact that it was in Paradise that man fell.
don't be afraid
of their
thorns

go ahead,

go out
and find
another
rose

we all
have thorns

we all
have our
storms

as the storm
trickles down
your thorny
stem
remember,

one day... ..
you will be
here again
(-all lyrical rights reserved and protected)

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she's my
sunny day
alarm clock
as she's peaking
through
my curtains.
she's the
coffee
in my cup
she's the one
that gets
me moving.

she's the
one that brings
a smile
even when
i don't
feel much like
smiling.
she's
clearly my
best friend,
cause in,
bad times
it's her number
that
i'm dialing.

she's the
lover in my
bed on those
cold nights
in the winter.
she's the
one across
the table after
work and
eating dinner.

she's the
air i need
to breathe,
she's the
fine wine
that i drink.
she's my
favorite song
on the radio
she's the
slow song
that i sing.

she's the
one that
i kiss last
on a steamy
summer's night.
she's the
kiss that's
on my lips...
i'm not putting
up no fight.

..... she's my
blanket as
we sleep
but we're...
kissing through
the night.
the only
thing that
stops us
is that...
first mornin's
light.

she's
the one
that purrs
up against
my chest...
she's,
different from
the rest.

she's
the one
i want my
whole life
through....

she's
the one
i want to
say.....

    I do.

she's
everything
i need.

cause'....

she's
everything
to me.
A country Sunday morning write.
Shadowy
     ecliptic
       overcast
                 sunsets.

Reverberation
          muted
                smothering hillsides
              morning lights evaporation.

A curtain of sorrows collect
                    on the pavement
          when the sun sleeps
                and moonlight weeps.
everyone
    wants
      to
         leave
           footprints
             that
                last.

i'd
   rather
     leave
       footprints
         that
            are
               worth
                  following.
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