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IT’S looking like a prison chart
one in a cell the other shot
What would our Fathers say
tyranny given for security yeah
Make-shift news to confuse
such sheep-like minds
a billion bullets aimed at you
I never want to be a statistic
on a government chart
there has to be a better way
We are living
in a synthetic world
there’s too much information
running through my brain
There’s too much information
driving me insane
give the whole world a breather
there’s too much information
driving me insane!
::12/28/2013::
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OH my God please allow me
to not realize the fence
academia places between
fame and talent
— none I have
I follow boundaries
none I believe within
But the soul and spirit
love and kick and spit
and dance and kiss
let us be what we are
and heart and hug
what words give us
I love you all
— from the bottom
of my soul and all
I kiss you
love you
adore you
all!
::12/26/2013::
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RIGOR MORTIS spreads upon the dead
complacency surely does the same
apart crimes of displaced compassion
together conspiracy to commit the dead
So the fire embraces imaginary lines
of transgressions never bought or said
Someone pay the price in giving flesh
and losing the part of living best
God I give you my eternal soul
forgive me my weakness in believing
let the sun shine upon my living spirit
::12-26-2013::
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WHAT of the man who adores
the baby breath of his child
and conjure ancient-spirit
to protect his broad
What of the man that love
the spouse who conflicts
the concept of enternal love
Who can say — without delay
truth or right – I’d be dismayed
what true love be in light of humanity
Hush my fellow human – say nothing!
Let the tides swell – believe me
the shores be clean post-storm
— this day
::12-26-2013::
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QUIET SPACES kissie comfort
spiral-pain touch tickle
blood reaffirm a memory
life is what you live
Seductress enters dream
mixing tonics skin-liquid
thirsty-soul drink-hungry
higher mind slap-shit you
Choir boy suffer stiff collar
dead one endure post-life
love ones shun past-memory
so thick process-life
makes you wonder
— who is better off
dead or living
::12/26/2013::
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I WOKE you from your slumber
not knowing the animal you were
and you ate me — heart and soul
Your bites made me cry
I dove like a feather
against a hurrican sky
you were busy — so busy
tasting my spirit and soul
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
give me the reins of life
I just want to move on…
I want to start over
Yeah — but I realize
there’s nothing left of me
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I’m half of what I use to be
just a pie in the sky
a slice of a feather
floating from hell to heaven
I’m a broken record
nothing more than a skip
across the stylus of love
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
but my head is in my heart
nothing good comes from this
so I cry and laugh all the same
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UPON empty midnight streets
a washed in silver night rains
I carried your ghost in arms
Not once did you say —
or breath upon my skin
your ghost declines such pleasure
And on that cobblestone night
clickety-clack of horsemen
I saw your shadow in the park
Frozen-stare in congealed time
then in action I ran toward you
there by the grand tree of oak
Moonbeam drops through pale skin
opal hair distant stare
ruby lips love-drench gems
Away the world fell
cascade-passion drowned
eddies swirl-lust despair
You are the ghost
within my arms
moon-leaves fall
sparkle-night burn
one body–two hearts
I carry you today
— tomorrow-eternally
one body
— two hearts
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WHICH way to Summersville
where the sun never stops aglow
wish-may I could go — all day
and bask in summer glow
You say the fire follows
Me muse-way what I love about you
Fire starter kindling my heart
Lets stay in Summersville till May
And the sun burns its tales
and spreads its love across the world
And the sun yearns for its lovers
and dreads the stuff of broken hearts
And the sun can stay
and the fun inside
remains all our lives
And the sun can stay
and the months can fly
but our love is here to stay
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BE-TENDERLY sweet-kissy
playful nymph
catching fire upon
my surface-lips
warm potion-love
drips hot
barely control-shivers
tingly in all spots
abate your spell
save you burn the lot
pray-tell go gently
such love explodes
my life-will bends
to each gust of wind
that carries your lust
Go gently!
It is all too much!
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THE celebrated heart
love-hook from which
all passion hangs
stately in measure
beating metronome
of cosmic-lust
What more need a soul
than rhythmic lullaby
deep within one’s own
Beat for us lonely song
thrumping passion-sing
along these cold nights
My celebrated heart
dance with me – along
skip-light nights
My lullaby so sweetly
so neatly you comfort
keep beating in passion
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