#WriteFree365 – Day 297: Songs For Women

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(Today is a rare time I got to write outside of home.  I actually penned this at work.  Day 297…)

Every time somebody asks me if I sing songs just to get at women, I say, “No.”  They say, “Who do you think you fooling?”

It seems that most of these
Are never written with unselfish intentions.
The wolf lies in sheets’ clothing
Lurking between the melody
Hoping to sway his prey shortly after the hook.

There aren’t many songs for women
I mean really for women
That mention their beauty without wondering what their insides feel like
If she has a limit on her dignity
If you can pay to turn her on.

Where are the songs about how women back us when no one else has
And we rarely support them
Knowing no one else has?
Put that in the measures
And give those other tunes a rest.

#WriteFree365 – Day 296: Lions, Tigers, and Bears

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(Day 296…)

Am I the only one who thinks it’s an impossible task?  Why it don’t last?  Is that too much to ask?

From now on
To ensure eternity with you without fear
My touch must pierce your skin
My kiss must grow fangs that drool with adoration
I don’t want to maul you into loving me
You shouldn’t consider yourself prey
To believe that you are loved
Being so used to bruises and scratches
Is no deterrent for love
You seem to have gotten over seeing your own blood

My heart
Brings you to the fetal position.
Maybe you feel if you play dead
I’ll give up and walk away.
But I’m not afraid.

#WriteFree365 – Day 295: Thinking Out Loud

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(Ed Sheeran is really, really good.  I hope he makes music for a very long time.  Day 295…)

And I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways…

Do you think angels grew more excited
When our lights grew closer to finding each other?
Did they doubt our collision when I was immersed in depression
And didn’t love myself
The way you somehow grew to love me?
Are we tracked by warmth?
Does your pulse now register on a  seismograph?
Volcanoes mimic bass notes in my ventricles
Did those angels know
Two natural disasters
Could make beautiful music together?

Maybe.

#WriteFree365 – Day 294: Breakin’ My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes)

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(This has been one of my favorite songs since before I knew all of what it meant.  Something about the live band aspect of it that makes it so epic.  Day 294…)

You can’t disguise the pounding of your heart.  I see your eyes, and you can’t hide…

There you are
The most beautiful wrecking ball I’ve ever seen
For someone with bidding on her mind
You have an interesting choice of machinery

Yes, my heart is made of reinforced brick
But that’s because it was mistaken for granite
That the last construction chief sought to tear it down.
But this model needs not be crashed into
I know falling is an uncontrolled action
But that’s better than attempting to topple this edifice
Because the size of architecture frightens you

Eye contact shouldn’t make me run for cover
It may make you clumsy
But it does not have to make you destructive
I’ll break your fall
Without you trying to break me.

#WriteFree365 – Day 293: Tomorrow Is Gonna Be Better

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(I live by this principle: There’s no such thing as a bad day.  Days have bad moments, but at long as I’m off sound mind and body to talk about them, no day can truly be bad.  Sometimes, I have to remind myself of that.  Day 293…)

But I know the dark clouds won’t stay.  Tomorrow is gonna be better..

The difference between knowing and believing
Is facing an obstacle
And being ahead of it
Yesterdays went from feathers on wings
To lengthening a chain
Only as strong as its today.

Turning around
Seeing the massive trail of weight dragged in the sand
Sand that can’t be collected
And life looks like Mojave
Look at how far you’ve come
Remember that the chain won’t break anywhere back there
And keep going.

#WriteFree365 – Day 292: Three Letter Word

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(Yup. Day 292…)

It seems that I can’t get enough…

I’m sick of being called a fiend.
Addictive, it is, yes
But nothing is harmful about the desire to practice procreation.
If it were
Then my visible effects from thinking about it
Wouldn’t be met with the desire to take everything I have.

Penetration feels like nothing
Other than penetration
The beauty in trying to compare it
Is the fantasies that play and replay
Until I’m throbbing with need for sequels
When willing flesh is parted by my most sacred extension of self
Arousal is mutual
There’s nothing more pleasurable than giving pleasure
Turning what is wanted into what the body needed
Stroking and touching another
Until climax
And another memory created.

#WriteFree365 – Day 291: Shoulda

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(A peaceful Saturday night.  Fall is setting in.  This is my favorite time of year.  Cooler days and colder nights.  Day 291…)

Another round of “if only’s” of all the ways you could know me…

There’s nothing between us but air and opportunity
That reflective glass
That captured moment
When I attempt to move closer
The thud of illusion stops me
Reality keeps moving
And I feel fooled
Enough to use it as an excuse
To stand still.

I go from seeing only you
To seeing myself
Frozen in embarrassment
And I just walk on
Without saying anything
Stronger than the maybe that held me back
Like a friend playing the part
Knowing I wasn’t going to do a damn thing anyway
Except think about
What would have happened

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