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When I think of the Ocean or the shore Solitude and Serenity come to mind, the lull of the ocean so soothing, good dark James

i liked this one James

There’s a freedom in solitude few can affordBut I’m bored of myselfAnd I adore the shoreSo I drive to the seaThe Ocean she loves meShe has no memoryA thousand fathoms from nowShe’ll drown my sorrows and drag them down the dark abyss below

Lady Liberty is a whoreStanding tall for all to seeHer copper cunt’s an open door If you’re as green as sheAnd Uncle Sam is a drunken degenerate Leering at your children through bloodshot eyesStumbling out into the day Under coal stained ...

(Verse 1)The Earth is spinning ‘roundAnd the sky keeps fallingMom and Dad are dying Can you hear the future call?When we were kidsWe lived under crystal skiesClean water was free Our hearts were full of life(Verse 2)One day it goes awayAnd the ...

Thank you, Diva. Sometimes I just like to let my mind wander. My writing output tends to have an erratic pattern; Live fast for a couple weeks, reflect, and repeat. New experiences keep me writing.

interesting last line.James welcpme back

Late evening meal at the Montage Mostly over rated but not on a Sunday 'round midnight Manhattan, Jalepeno muddled martini, catfish, veggies, red beans and rice Delightful flight across whichever bridge I please Flying through the night down ...

great write and I agree with depth James, hurt can be a powerful force that can consume

Good Morning James (waves back at ya)... This is a very deep, emotional theme you've scribed here. Hurt is a varying factor! It can consume you so much, that it is the only thing that steers your life. Hurt is a whole definition in a four-letter ...

Perhaps I was curious Of what I was capable Of what I was missing What I was made of I peer through the ether and zero in on you; Vulnerable, blindly seeking a friend And me cold, calculatingly seeking coitus While playing pretend I cast out You ...