Long Apologia Poems

(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)

Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting

aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,

(especially years gone by
with...

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please allow ample delivery time 
     per arability of friendship
and hoop fully this acquiescence 
     can render an accord shared 
     via exchanging...

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Genuine Apologia Bequeathed...
Kickstarting Expungement Father Incurred

Within a sea futility aye wallow
riptides exemplifies sorrows
drowning me into undertow
bitter aftertaste hogties ability
to make headway, and shuck off tow

warring internal strife at this stage
of my life mein kampf,
a failed...

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(for C.)

I know your frustration –
I can see it in your eyes
The daytime teased you with idle thoughts
And the nighttime wore a disguise

They never give us any disclaimer
An apologia at the start
The only way to...

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On the serpentine weave of winding roads
Where dust and sand is blown
I refuse to tender apologia
For the things I do not own;
Tumbleweed memories roll on by
Then all at once are gone,
What point is there in...

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To me, verbal Apology is only inflated pride
The good people don’t call for apologies to deride
Bad people  for base vantage may go on their knees
Verbal apology is only inflated pride, to me.

Torment none, repent...

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Dreams of Dreams;
Yester dreams;
 I forgotten days;
Of forgotten woes;
 I forgot not always right;
My apology is true;
Cuz, darling I still love you;
Yester dreams lost love
To make tips; 
To justify a Doctrine; 
Forever darling I'm...

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Deep down thighs, unhoisted,
what was there, harvesting the sperms ? At dusk
an inflorescence breaks into myriads
of fireworks, wrecked apologia,
interned unlikeness, insanity, kissing the goldenrod
to start the flow of bare grief.

I deserve no nobility, my moonscape
has...

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