Stars simmer down as Moon clouds by
The gift of the season amongst blue skies
Sun showers collide with the blessings of pray
Crepusculars transcend trinkets twinkling in every spectrum of today
Off to a good start by acknowledging each moment
The breath of truth requires your faith if you must own it.
Stand clear as I move past
tumbling down a long cross-tied stroll
The perception of my existence does meet the iniquities of time
While I find that those who stood before me
only succumbed to the news of this train’s glory
Unlike many a stories
Maybe it’s the burdens to blame
For all the stamina, all the momentum
All of the sunshine, all of the rain
Squeezing all of my sunshine from the Earth
Evaporating dry skies into the rain.
The steam preps the Conductor’s vibe again
Rolling parallel to dirt roads, and trails, business districts
Grocers, farmland, until these cross ties have become old and stale.
Lost souls turned into bones hanging from live oaks where we stood
To desert heat, valleys & Smoky Mountain peaks
Please don’t let me be accused as another
that has let the brakes of fear release me
from straying others off the tracks of life
Many often struggle only because they know Not the facts of strife.
Heading behind the demise of so many
ignored of my patience they failed to see
that my ideals seemed to be just as good as any.
Making it over the hill, ’round those mountainous curves,
I push through any and all that I can
the bloodshed and callous has revered the better halves of stress
I cry in the face of karma yet smile at the faces of death
Always knew the difference between fate and destiny
Always do my best, but never let obstacles get the best of me
The Infamous Locomotive, feel the gust as I set out
Further down a path I did not expect
knowing it’s still so much I haven’t seen yet.
But of all the things…at least now I KNOW that I could…and for that
I have no regrets.
Show me the way to be a better man to you,
I know I’m useful but may not be quite what you’re used to
Mold me as I mold you, don’t scold me because I would never scold you
I mean, when you speak I listen,
Although my thoughts you keep dismissing
I’ve tried to make you understand I’m not perfect
But know that you have my undivided…attention
Not to mention…your semblance places me in another dimension
And it doesn’t even compare to your intellect & grace
When I look into your face…. I see my Earth Tone Queen
I mean, I see a star…
I see a flower…beautifully blossomed
And yet so solemn, without a caretaker to render
The proper nurturing…I am
Don’t deny me, help me to refine thee….
Fertilize my soul, together as we grow old
I see you as the fruit sowed while I am groomed,
To be a better provider
Its more than just a seed planted
and sowed, more like living in the Now
I see the reason I have always appreciated your smile.
Evening sunset in Negril
Still going…
…almost gone
Perched abreast the runways of my heart in her favorite Giuseppe
Passion, lust, love… all such funny things
Reminiscing on the first time you wore those
orange Monika Chiang last spring
The eradicated spirals of a downhill past
While her grace feathers through
the soles of those pink Vera Wang
Maybe it’s the sway of her hips in fantasy
wearing those fire Red Bottoms
echoing thru hardwood some would find so deafening
It was those late nights and imprints
of her Pour La Victoire that made me strong.
And those pheromones near the piers of a solemn moon
Then in came you wearing those Kate Spades
I still remember how they always soothe.
.
It has to be the assorted combinations of Jimmy Choo straying
in my mind aside the addiction to daydreams
of her lips sending chills under the moon
as she tip toes close in those Prada delights
glimpsing fetishes of one man’s observation may consume
Or perhaps it is those toes bare that I tend to captivate and stare
At your every step near and far in this season’s Christian Louboutin
The many walks of life and steps day by day
I’m humbled in a pair of Chuck Taylor’s
worn soul was still able to guide that path into you that day…
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