All the hour,
The Southern hardline preacher.
Ranting and raving about morality.
Third person, second row on the left.
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When I see the Spanish moss and mystery,
Across the seven mile bridge.
Crystal clear aquamarine waters call out for me,
Placating the blue coral and seaweed.
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At any given point in time or space,
Dreams pull me to her memory and grace.
She lack's the world's desperation and fear,
Vast beauty to behold and cherish all the year.
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Whitened path of soft scented petals,
Scattered afro from Magnolia tree.
Strolling down a familiar pathway,
Refuge, I yearned to be.
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Oh soul, my restless eternal soul,
Cast aside if but for a moment's chime.
Might Imount my last tempest,
For the very first time.
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Sometimes I sit down down with my pen and ask myself?
Is this really all there is?
Sitting here feeling melancholy in this moment,
I wonder, what is it that I love most?
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Later in life I've really come to understand Bukowski.
Without women money would have no meaning,
Men would have no taste.
Soap operas truly are fictional,
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Don't ever get to discouraged,
Or let your light gow dim with fear.
Always know in your heart and soul,
That my hand is always near.
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Anger and pain I must refrain,
Taxes and death are to be.
Regret, discontent, time not well-spent,
Jealousy and greed must take heed.
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I want more
Not Less
Why can't I be
Like all of the rest
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