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Simple

I’m a one plus one is two type of dude. but not because I have to. Some folks are algebra, calculus as well as a foreign language. but not because they have to. well tell all great communicators that communicating is what makes them great. so speak to the children and speak to the skies speak with the peasants and speak with wealthy lives. cause we are a system with every branch a function.  

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you have the charm of an old house. just being you, so well.

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the world spends more time kicking angels than it does cursing devils

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i still drive past your mother's house from time to time, and i try not to look, i literally tell myself "Do not look!" but i always do. and the buzz of nostalgia kicks my heart into my throat as i swerve into the other lane. it's a sure miracle i havent caused an accident at the top of your mother's driveway rubbernecking at 40 miles per hour trying to catch a glimpse into another space in time. a space in time where we curled up under a blanket probably crocheted by hand, by some old lady who was also more concerned with some other time and dimension of her own yesteryear. where we watched movies and lived in the now, and never thought about how the now goes so fast. i know that's not an excuse to be so careless behind the wheel at such speeds in the most ironic of locations, but I am still such  a goddamn slave  to my feelings for you. and that would be my explanation when you called and asked what happened in front of your mother's house. 

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Pennywise

Your 2 cents is still only 2 cents.

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does being able to identify police cruiser headlights from a mile away make me a bad person?

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Love is an old busted cabin you can watch it fall through the earth or you can make it your home

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She

your love is a garden I pray they bury me in

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Ave.

My lips taste of germs From the city air My eyes show the signs That I'm afraid to die here My neighbors a bag of bones She left her soul elsewhere Deep fried fish The only sign she exists. Upstairs the boys like to tongue kiss and suck each other's dicks Sometimes even smack one another 'round a bit. No one walks on water here, And That's for god damn sure. Doctor writes another prescription But it's never the cure. I'm at the edge of the universe Just banging on the door. Sometimes life is the breakable, Swan diving toward the floor. I want to pick up the pieces And love, even in this state To stand on my own, with a crutch or a brace To mend the cuts from a tongue made of razor blades  Well Like a cobra snake she was born made of poisons Of course it was bound to sting Like bells and rifles They're built to ring That moment of realiZation where freedom and closure are the same fucking thing

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foward

It's a pig pen in this looney bin All Smelling like piss and vinegar And you can sip a liquor To numb the pain But it kills the liver  Compromise an contradiction Like beach towns in the dead of winter. The living, longing for better days. They're Always forgetting that there's more important things to say And I'm no different Yelling landslide in a sandstorm Trying to fall asleep on a dance floor Know these windows will continue to crack  well past the initial fracture if your not intending to tend to I want to fix my mechanisms and flood the circuits with a full fledged surge I like to think that I'm capable of With lightning in the limbs And love in the heart I want to see past my politics And past my color coding Past the thick fogs that block the views of canary yellow daffodils almost golden. Forget decay I want preservation; I want nurture, I want thriving I want the future!

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swimmer

i harbor a small war inside me. its small in relation to the world, and the titanic and skyscrapers and things, but it doesn't feel small at all. in fact, it burns like a branding, it kills like a sociopathic madman; laughing. it pulls my guts like salt water taffy; so thin till there's nothing. head full of fog my perspective shifting. god i am a brick, this city is an ocean i am certainly sinking. 

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Walker

You want to see me feeling through the dark, to the sounds of hounds and wolves. With fears of fangs and pitchforks, Well, so be it! I'm not a victim, I'll tell myself, this is reality. These are the things left to live on will alone. So, I will live well alone. No God, though I'd love him, no, woman, though I loved her, No, this house isn't a home. But sleep, it's for the dead and I'll be working to that point. Where you'll mark the spot, a haunting. And like so often, you won't be wrong. Lilacs in a field, your preaching six feet above them. walking on air,  and I don't care about that.

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she's sweeter than french toast sticks swamped in pure maple syrup this whole situation is spoiled rotten.

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in my opinion the most effective form of revolution is the one that begins  from within.

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sun and the moon

we never made it to coney island, but we could've made history. foot racing through the apocalypse, the only ones wearing smiles as the water rolled in and then the walls came down. it was you that was proof, it's a physical world. and now you live somewhere in-between. it seems like another lifetime of outstretched arms, standing on the shoulders as the cars roll by. the nights now look like mud as opposed to buzzing with electric. this is the falling out of symmetrics. god! we were so aligned, for all of space and time, but now paired like the sun and the moon, together on opposite sides. it's a living with a withering trying to formulate a graceful departure. a thousand yards away facing the archers. pride is in your tiny little hands, and that's our gift. the application of philosophy when the laws of the universe begin to shift. and love is the consolation, and love is the consolation. 

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i just want to go home.

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things happened, then they happened.

an we lend hearts like bank loans, thinking we may never die some day. the dark is a phase then a harp that's never played. and the garden is fertile, but never maintained. im a young fool with a fistful of busted rules. i ask myself, so,what the fuck have i done. another man with actions, who sulks when the consequences come. let the summer burn up the earth, and have nature nurture the dirt , where the originality lays.