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Estranged Angel

She was an estranged angel 
On the backbone of a boar 
She never put her hair up 
Was a missile without a war 
She broke a wild stallion 
With the motion of her hips 
She stifled a chameleon 
With the color of her lips 
She drowned a hundred hearts 
With the ocean in her eyes 
She never stayed for dinner 
Had a trick bag full of lies 
She's the chairman of your love 
It's the least you stand to lose 
Reinvested into futures 
The kind you'd never care to chose 
She shone just like a savior 
To a crowd of men like me 
In the dark and dreary alley 
She convinced us we'd be free 
She locked our souls together 
With chain of solid gold 
To wander through the streets 
Starving, in love, and cold 
On rainy nights she'd tell me 
Of the millions she would make 
We pounded solid granite 
Until it'd crack, until it'd break 
She delivered forty hammers 
On a bull, without a sound 
She had hundreds of 'em stowed 
Somewhere buried in the ground 
We bore our chains and sang it loud 
We wrote a thousand songs 
God save your children's virgin eyes 
From seeing such a throng 
She promised me the world inside 
A thimble she'd unhide 
Upon completion of a house 
Built on the black hillside 
She promised me so many things 
I believe I did lose track 
But if I could somehow free these boys 
they'd sure be headed back 
To living simple there in town 
No vixen to demand 
Just a table for to drink at 
And to play a couple hands 
But the hand that feeds the bread 
Now riddled so with grubs 
Would never be allowing that 
A world with beds and tubs 
Her power is a mighty thing 
That crushes bone and brow 
It brings one to believe it right 
To stumble, kneel, and bow 
We're just too worn and sore 
To ever execute our coup 
Best rest until the morning comes 
There's plenty of work to do

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When We Were Young

I remember you from when we were young 
We never paid much mind 
To the mingling of our eyes 
We never said goodbyes 
To the moments we'd find 

We weren't much more than strangers 
You, with your boys to lead 
Me, with an oppressor to oppose 
How conversely our trees rose 
How distant our sown seeds 

You have all but forgotten the way we never were 
The way we never kissed 
The way we never loved 
Rightly, she flew free, that dove 
Rightly, that train was missed 

But, here I’ve found you in the present sun 
Your curls still yellow-gold 
Like I recall them to be 
There, under a willow tree 
In passing of stories told 

I can feel how you're wondering so quietly 
Not so different you and I 
As ages have come to pass 
Steeped in fields of grass 
Under the same empty sky 

Worlds apart have ways of closing distance 
Everything changes by and by 
When entrusted to Father Time, 
Perhaps words can learn to rhyme 
Perhaps our collision grows nigh

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The Bomber and the Bombshell

She broke down 
Like a Ford in a storm 
Anything to garner a reaction 
Who could resist that pretty little red dress, 
Soaked, and covered in oil? 
Not anyone I knew, 
And I knew myself well. 
I slowed to a lame dog's pace 
to get a better look 
As she pulled a rusty iron 
From a burlap bag in the boot.
She very well coulda been 
Holding a Bible 
She looked so sorry. 

I changed in a phone booth 
Quick like the wind to her back 
And flew in on my red n' blues. 
A bomber makes a fine umbrella 
For a roadside Stella. 
And, by starlight she watched 
An artist in his element. 
She did her best to shield me 
With our leather lean-to 
As my hands made 
Their way under the skirt 
Of the broke lady; 
Handled with a delicate firmness 
Only experience can bestow.
I knew what I was doing. 

Graciousness was God's gift 
To her it seemed, 
As she lit a cigarette to 
Spite the rain 
And pressed it to my lips; 
my hands were spoken for. 
A look and a smile 
Was all I could muster as 
The deluge made quiet 
The victorious purr 
The old beast let out in relief. 
"Thanks" with a kiss to my cheek 
Was the moment I knew. 
She scurried off to slam the door 
Before I realized she was gone. 
I was gonna miss that jacket.

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At Last

There’s a house in a field somewhere 
A sea of a sky out there 
Begging to be born again 
With my hands to till, 
Your heart, and a windmill 

A weathervane that tries 
Without the presence of your eyes 
Is a tree fell without a sound 
There’s a tin roof for me to mend 
A simple truth ne’er to bend 

I would tend to your need 
Gift my patience, and give heed 
Hands to work, to be calloused 
To grow these gardens green 
To build your everything 

As the seasons roll through 
And the heavens fade from blue 
We’ll lift a catch, and fill our barrel 
There is nothing we cannot abide 
No beasts from which to hide 

A hummingbird, our neighbor 
Enjoys the fruits of our labor 
A stream running rampant down a hill 
A hammock rests in the shade 
Sway there, let your eyes fade 

A cedar porch, it’s brand new 
Built with devotion, it’s just for you 
I will never grow weary from this 
As addicted to the breeze 
As the troubles you ease 

You belong here on my arm 
We’ll resurrect this rusted farm 
Simpleness and solitude abound 
Breaking free of our past 
Together, in love, at last

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To Sleep Naked With the Wolves

Those hazel eyes that pull back with the tide 
And come alive when submerged 
She had a witch’s way about her 
So spellbinding and lost 
with her jeans of the week 
dingy and dilapidated 
that spoke of wild nights 
being desired, and left desiring 
They fit so well with 
Her cross to bear 
her beautiful brown hair 
And the uninvited eyes it’d bring 
Lonesome was all she ever wanted 
On a sandy bluff somewhere 
Leaning into the wind 
In the arms of love’s memory 
It’s so much clearer when it’s gone 
To sing when no one’s listening 
To sleep naked with the wolves 
These are the things she needs

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Her Secret Seas

I’m jumping in head first
I don’t care how deep it is
She bleeds beauty so well
It seeps through cracked walls

My fingers paper-cut
and aching to a beat
From writing, turning pages
I’d give them all to her

She lays her head somewhere
on some far away cloud
to listen as the rain falls
on some far away boy

I hardly even know her
So curious, this silent spell
I’m electrified through distance
Roads, skies, and mountains

If she would have it so
I would find her in her bed
Asleep on some silver dream
And humming my song

Awaiting patiently a signal
That I am free to take off
A granting of passage
To traverse her secret seas