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like an Original American, this isn’t a heist
livin’ life free comes with a price
talkin’ to me about honor with a mouthful of lies
I have mine and I see your disguise
Not, born again, but got Snake Eyes
knowing when it is good to think twice
at least there was a dream, even if it dies
Nothing unreal about being nice
Sorry Einstein, but God does play dice
livin’ a life that can never be just mine
I have big ideas about sharing time
showin’ the love line by line
hurtin’ all over, but feelin’ fine
reason, it’s worth it, so here is the rhyme
this is the price of being One of a Kind

I sit behind the veil of my eyes
remembering the gift of your smile
and in the final of these tries
you gave a gift to last awhile

a piece of you from which I’ll never part
a good soul, a caring, loving person of Light
the burning pain of the beauty in you, that amazing heart
burns inside from knowing you could care for the rest of your life

thank you for the attention, meant most deeply
sticking around through this torturous fight
and you inspired where before I did feebly
a princess is rarely approached by only one knight

for what it’s worth, friend, or foe, wrong or right
you really, really did change my life

All that time I spent gone, away from you
fighting for something that wasn’t my own
but standing up for something I know,
like my mama taught me to
and while we’re apart you do what’s needed
the epitome of Queen when at the helm
too proud to admit when overwhelmed
I smile and swell when I say, “She did it”
As for me, I was alone but still walking tall
I hit a few things while thinking of you
broke some of me, and lost a few too
disease, death, and twice now a fall
the Comeback Kid, struggle and strife
I made it home, but still feel alone
the limb that was there, I could spare
but not no job, no home, no kids, no wife and
no life

It seems like All, but there’s One above,
don’t give up on Love.
Emergent or forced, the movement wills through
It takes more than me, or more than you too,
it can’t be All, for there’s always what is,
don’t forget, it’s doing that lives, Being just exists.
It starts somewhere, it can’t be none.
It’s the power of Not, which is built on the power of One.
Ain’t nothin’ higher but it can’t be alone,
it confounds many, truly they’re vexed.
But you hold the key, and the others, you see,
this new generation holds the power of… Next

if there’s a summer meltdown, I will sally fourth
militant beat, cheers from the north
dumb enough to be relentless
crazy enough to be fearless
sometimes cold, never heartless
never been able to hide in a crowd
guess I just live out loud
no matter what occurs,
these words are for her
I will find you

I’m that person you laid eyes upon
that someone you need to go to any length
a solid shoulder to lean on
a stalwart source of strength
when your inner stuff seems gone
a love deep, and totally unfeigned
the kind you want that isn’t always hard
a velvet rock to hold so that you can rest
someone to whom you let down your guard
a safe haven for your souls’ unrest
a gentle massage to help your heart’s scars
a choice to make, and you chose the best
to know oneself is something quite deep
the quiet strength that is out of sight
the kind of courage to make a Lover’s Leap
speaking softly, with quiet might
a love indeed and a love complete
the kind of rock-solid that lasts all night
your last dance, your always and only one
a presence that gives you something to miss
sometimes away from you, but never gone
your Storybook Love, with a plot twist
me, without you, leaves something undone
so hard not to smile when you playfully resist
feels so right, it could be a love song
our first meeting was also our first kiss…

Someone said I should get dirty
so here goes nuthin’
when it comes to you it’s always love-thirty
even when you’re fussin’
And when you’re scared I’ll cuddle you hard
and hold you long time
and if in public you have to fart
I promise I’ll say it’s mine
When you’re sick and feel like puke
I will barely make fun of ya, while I make you soup
and if I’m wrong and you had to shout
I promise I’ll still take the garbage out
And when life seems bleak and oh-so-empty
whether we’re poor or living in plenty
I swear to you we’ll still cuddle hard
whether it comes hell or high water,
super-quakes or falling stars,
or if the world just gets hotter
I’ll hold your hair when you’ve been drinking
and try not to sigh when you say, “Hun, I’ve been thinking”
If I talk to someone and I see you green with envy
I promise to hold your hand, so she knows who’s with me
And if I show wrath over what you may buy
it’s just your girly girl, and my pragmatic guy
If things go well and the world is at our feet
whatever the life, I will cuddle you hard
whether or not it is pretty and sweet
You can be my Venus, just dont leave me on Mars
Heaven forbid something happened, and you broke,
I’d bathe you and feed you by spoon, no joke
and no, this doesn’t make me a pushover
it just means I’m an everyday lover
if buyin ya 5 tires on your birthday isn’t sexy
give Us a few years, I’ll show ya, if ya let me
maybe this isn’t romance a’la run-of-the-mill
I’ll look into your eyes when I cuddle you hard
even if we’re grey, and, umm, over the hill?
if lovin’ you is wrong, then I’ll go full tard
not much to give, but I’ll finish what I start
money ain’t love, but passion’s all heart
why this bleak romance, the daily inane chatter?
no time for love, talk, or things that don’t matter?
when if you were hurt and covered in sores
I’d tell ya you’re beautiful, and call them whores
If you let me, I’ll cuddle you so hard
it’s your choice, take your pick
already dealt, you got the cards
what I think is needed is a good _______ ______…

It is my understanding you have lost a Writer, and that your staff is shorthanded
So I would like to submit for the position, almost like that one fan did, ‘ahem’
I’m not one to steal your limelight, flashlight, fleshlight, or terabyte
I am, however, really good at saying “Yes!” when the time is right
I don’t want you to think I’m gay, I won’t try to lead your thoughts astray
I need a job, the bills don’t stop, where there’s a will, there’s a “way”
you got an iPad, not a Kindle, ahh, I see, a book and its cover…
like a learned politician, when you read, you like your pages bent over.
But I digress from the purpose of this letter
it is to help the people, and your wallet get… “better”
We will chant, we will cheer, while we carry you on our shoulders
I will even be excited to be named one of your holders… (I hope that’s good)
I know this is kinda public, but I wanted you to see
that I know when it’s about you, it really is about me
I wouldn’t take a shred of your American Glory
come what may, it is all your story
but if push comes to shove, and I can’t work with you
could you put in a good Word, down the hall, the short Jew?