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Fishing for Fire

Fazed out philanthropist pissed passed daylight savings pushing mental engravings of citric times on the floor boards

Step over become forlorn 

breath taken, forsworn 

Dip deep into dormant as distress infests my best interests 

Taken up by a man who knows no more than lore of past times 

Crashed lines 

Crushed times

He said 

Forfeit to prophets, know it, don’t show it. Picture perfect pasts pipe the ask, don’t move so fast quick piston.

My mind blown back blistered before his endnote

The soul has slipped past

through the under pass

as the grass whispered

Step over become forlorn 

breath taken, forsworn 

Dip deep in dormant as distress infests your best interests  

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Rosary Beads, Forest Fire Seeds

Jaded objects blown back from the past In present past tense, my mind has gone over the fence Finding turbulent times enticed by the reaper Lost my bark Dancing on top of your car Snared in leaves Wicker lit up from my bent incompetence Out, out, out, get out Taunted by a man made of steel Cut down, broken tongues Broke down, bleeding lungs Hide with me in the underbrush

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Leaky Grove

Breathe in and out

become procedure

Bleed from the palm

become deceiver

Watch as it grows

look then delete her

Spit out to the morning dew what the trees spoke

Understand the lightly lover

Make your way to the fence post jail

and cope with the rope you’ve tied

Turn left, to the leaky grove

Burnt by the stove with gas ignorance

Find your way back to the heart

Find your way back to me, before the rose blooms doom

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Lift and Leak

The winds swept away the banana leaves from atop my roof

The invisible force pushed between branches to make the sweet sound of discourse

Tenacity weak

Impotence seeks

Slowly watching your steel toed shoes leak

For the sun doesn’t rise here

Vultures sway patiently in the sky

And the ground shook when you woke

the wind abstained

the water still

Waiting for your steel toed shoes to fill

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Disclaiming a Bag of Soot

My left leg isn’t the right leg to follow

Now tall, a crow who has the input

He told me to never disclaim my bag of soot

He told me it was a bag of sorrow and sadness

It had all my fears, anxiety, depression

I knew i had to make the decsion 

To leave that sorrowful sack

Back where i found it

At my mothers grave 

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Census

Census of senses knew they couldn’t comprehend this

But they tried and tied that rope with a false knot

For a solution full of mass amount of intrusion couldn’t bare the same fate as you and me

For we are specially equipped with emotion, a motion in which we can motion others to feel

But we can’t even pull our own wheel

But yet we could, so, big brother, are you happy?

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Displacement Placement

Discharge, buried in bodies

plague the whole town, plague the whole town

Venomous emotion, coded, like black shade sheep

You’re missing directions, losing connection

Veer to the right, veer to the left

Misdemeanor falls between the lines of genes

code it out, code it out, break it down, make us all bland

Hurt by the computers right to sin

why can it be me but I can’t be myself

Rights subsided, and replaced by Vicodin

Drink it in, and encode my blood

You said you’d rather suffice without any choice, so you were made bland, with no voice

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Love pierces law

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Time bleeds denial

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Politically Drugged

I'm politically drugged

And it's one in up

One enough

One too tough

I walk in my room and my computers bugged

One too great

Feel like bait

Reshaped

Fenton up town, bent on a bottle of liquor

Feel blatant

Overstated

Overstatement

Segregated, feel trapped like oxen boxed in

Throw the last punch

Make it quick

Just a hunch

"This didn't mean much"

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Give me something to write about

Give the pen and I shall write Let the boy run, watch him in flight Disregard my emotion and fill it's contents in the well The more there is, the more I write Filling history with no mental momentum I carry my demons I should've have left them The stone hinge puzzles of my mind, lock the ineffable efforts that my time has made Give me the paper and I shall stay

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Settle with few

Let the day become a phase For two are too many days Set apart from the dark Hills of mourning, effectionet bark The ocean doesn't sleep with a sinner So why do we sleep with ourselves?

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Difficult Misconception

This light I hold

Will never see darkness that was foretold

The little bits of doubt that pool the ground

Cannot catch me, I know my way around

Sitting here, safe with sound

My thoughts shall not go southbound

For I am filled with joy, more than no other

because no one can replace

Another.

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Simple Simplicity

Take the nail that you can grow

Run as fast as you can and throw as far as you can throw

Let the host infect your brain

Stay low, keep high, or you'll be tied to the tracks of a train

No time. Take time, have yourself a feast

Take all you want, but it must be from the least

A visble organ, so smooth, but thick

Find the torch, you know where it is of course, but hurry find the wick

Tempted by fate, teased by others, but I make my own decisions

Let it be said, I hate it, but I have a strange addiction

I know this doesn't make sense, but sense is defense, and defense is a suspensor

Oh c'mon, wake up, you're in a dance with death, and you're the contendor.

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Distill and Disturbed

Heat, mourning, I feel the flames of death catch up

Tampored and uncomfortable, The sights turn darker

Changed, depressed, cleansed by lords, saviors, a bishop

Set apart, out of line, set in a prison made of glass

Tested by meer coincidence, glazed by elements, I am the decider

Hazmated, combated, lacking in skill, the needer of teargas

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A Bone Delicacy

The skin shall shread once I am done

My brotheren live, but buried in soil

Come now. Sit Down. This is a tea party after all, lets have some fun

Take this cold stone that lays inside you

Do not brake me or I will bring you pain

Broken and old, sweet as morning dew.

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Lace

For once I can lay like I am dead

The blood that drips my hands and face

Me and myself have not bled

In the distance my head reminds me of the people I’ve killed

I am murderer and a cruel romance

even though I’m sinister, I’m thrilled

I hide behind your ribcage, below your face

Soft as silk flour, smooth as lace