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The Ecstatic
I’ve been in waterfalls Ones that cascade till lids fall dormant The rules of the escape Heard of words that speak beautiful Like reciting illustrations of mr. magnificent Will no longer stick Believe that freedom is foreign to many That’s why the cocoon stays Blazes it’s glory to spite its own destiny Witnessed this life…
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Death Is
Death is Beautifully revealing Tear drops of summer’s evening The dawn of never ending nights Strings played by matching pulses The experience, dipped into moonlight It is the texture of whispers in dreams The shade of our calling Love preoccupied by its own reflection The necessity of the moment It is the taste of lightning…
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Yesterday’s Flow
Problem with the Self unfolding Let it go. Out looking for replacements of something not sure ever had Remember it though Feel like it would bring another dimension to the still life But try to fit square pegs into yang holes Write personality into neat phrases That have no chance of housing contradictions that speak…
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What’s Love
What’s love? When a person picks up the remains and starts putting a billion piece puzzle back together and your remnants begins to resemble your essence. And paybacks aren’t needed because the understanding that they won’t regret it and they won’t hesitate to unhappily drop everything and try to make the cycle less repetitive
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The Art of War
The moving images of the governments’ aspiration being depicted from coast to coast. Justified are the premises, no matter what side the station picks. We never stop to think why their isn’t a third opinion on nightly sets that say that there is another way. Flames are just a prop in the pictures, illuminating results…
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Void Red Ink, but Paint
No corrections to be made We had whips and chains, Places to blame And circumstances to hate for our in and out game Never believed we met the end of the line But still ray as we ignored the math matics Finding ways to dilute the valid hazards we speak every time our spaces meet…
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Spare Change
I fired at you You shot back your heart’s presets Fixed, little use in trying You weren’t up for trying this out again But I proceed with cautious steps I proceed off steep ledges on hillsides that others have only turned back from, repeatedly That past tense never makes this kid hesitate He hasn’t been…
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This Roof
I feel you I think all things are possible because they are already alive It’s our job to find it Be prepared through the moments we get All is waiting for me, when I’m ready. I’m still too aware of what people think I’m a little jealous of you because you’ll do what you want…
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Matter
So, I’m trying this thing where I turn one thing into another, right before my eyes. Or squinting, wide shut, blinded, whatever it takes. Because I was on my way to work the other day and I was thinking: (sorry if this is an over simplification of something truly complex, but I’ve never been too…
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Modern Condition
I’m a klepto, stealing breaths from an alter ego that could be using them much better than I ever have Hyper ventilating to get in as many as I can. My pyro maniac magee style burns bridges and he loses himself in the flames What a beautiful light from paths I’ll never walk again Warmth…