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Like Cherry Pie

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i find places…different spaces…

tied and tangled, knotted like my Nike laces

 

a village underground where the songs rarely shuffle…

lyrics sound quite the same to me

but the melody…

the tune, the acoustics still bring out

a heart-felt insanity…

 

new experiences…not all old…not at all subdued…

more unfiltered, more unglued

a little bit of beautiful, specks of crude

sweetened awareness, shaken

by a cold-blooded brute

 

and i laugh and i cry…at all the contradictions

and all of the deception

drink it all down

what is bitter now, soon tastes like cherry pie

Torch

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Take my hand and lead me into the fire

I struggle to feel lovely things

You branded me a liar

Sentenced to the sun, ignite my face

Scorching lava down my torso, liquid skin

Burning tongue, I can not taste

No hesitation, push me in

Drowning in a sea of flames

An inferno, scorching my name

Let the blaze swallow me whole

Embers raining from my soul

torched

 

 

Like an Eagle

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There’s a freedom that comes with being alone

I begged for your release and now  I am invisible

I am the brick walls and the sun’s rays

I no longer have a name

I am a whisper. Graffiti. A paraphrase.

I am stripped naked on a busy back alley

Even a school of bees would fail to notice the nectar in my floral scent

 

Then there’s the fear that comes with being alone

I can trip and fall to my demise

With no assurance that your hands will ever catch me again

But then…

What if I flew?

What if I flew?

What if  I flew?

Stretch my arms and legs from out beneath me, head tilted up towards the stars

What if I flew?

I could soar to heights I’ve only dreamed of

Like an eagle…

Paper Train

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Time has caught up

Clinging on to my trousers

No more escaping the seconds that have turned into hours

Toss me into your bed of neon painted flowers

I swear by a love that’s creeping into my lungs

Greater than silly hugs & kisses

More than cooking & sharing dirty dishes

Shooting stars and midnight wishes, nothing will compare

I fall for the tiniest of moments: hold my clammy hand, you play with my curly hair…

Love that’s love was love and will forever be the love you know and love, and once it happens, you’ll know cuz it’s love

Promises are extinct

Burn those fairytale pages

Let them go…

La, la, la

We’ll rebel in the freedom of sweet uncertainty and happy accidents

This Night

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Lets not say goodnight just yet
Damn me, I’ve lost my sight
Of what’s true and desired
Giving up is easy, when you fear the fire

No crying ourselves to sleep tonight
I’d rather walk ten miles in the cold
We lay together in a bed, alone
No longer touching or holding
No longer dreaming on your shoulder

We fuss in an empty room
With nothing to hold on to
Howling and shrieking into the depths
Of madness and foolish plight
Broken and dragging each other down

I don’t wish for this to be our last night
If you tell me it is, I’d rather spend it by your side
Wipe my tears and kiss my lips
Hold me tight, and whisper blurred promises in my ear
We’ll make believe we are flying higher than ever
Through the rest of this night…

Tuesday

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I stare through an open, wide window
Breezy
Five feet away, in a frail wooden chair
Winged creatures sing to the morning clouds
I see my favorite garden of flowers
In a short distance. The sun rubs my face
Hands politely resting in my lap. No cig.
I smile at sweet passing thoughts
And, remember a dark and homely stranger
She told me I was beautiful
Records playing in the background
Oh, Nina Simone
I think I’m feeling good

Wicked

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I created streams of pinot down your eggshell wall
Forgot the buns in the toaster, waiting for your call
I eat ice-cream in your bed because it gets me sticky n’messy
This headache screams you strayed again. Fuck’r wants to test me.

Stretched out. Entangled in your “day after” vanilla sheets
Plowing fists into the headboard provides no relief
I insanely burst at how playing the fool can sting
I howl at a cheating moon that no longer sings

As I scribble this lyric across your back wall mural
A line so insanely wicked, you will stumble upon as a bit serial
I’ll stab my i’s and slit my t’s
Bludgeon the “F“, and drag the tail on the “y” until it bleeds

Puffin smoke.  Such a sexy bloke.
These lips now spit fire. I hope you choke.
Soul shaking through. Hoping you’ll return soon.
I’ve got some thing bloody wicked

…something wicked for you….

 

Wicked

Carousel

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carousel

I swear I’ve done this before. Rode until I was broken and sore. This carousel. Another ride lost. Would hop on and twirl. Straddle all night until my seat caught fire and turned to dust. Spin spin. A ballerina on a hot rod. Vision blurry. Hearts throb. Speeding so fast, I fumble into your wicked pod.

Ouch. I got an ouchie. Fell on my head. Whipped lips bleed. Hips slouchie. Crashed hard. Bruised and scarred. I just want to cry. Cry cry baby. Let me be your cry baby. I can’t help but cry, baby. Ever seen a man sob like a baby?

Mama warned me. She knew this wouldn’t work. Truth be told. I fein the thrill. To chase the shadows where love and pain lurk.

Release my hand. Dust the clovers from my waist. Tears have dried. I looked to your sunshine. Now I can’t bear your face. Round and round in the same space. I dreamed of shooting stars. Silly me, carousels don’t fly. Spun me along with no glittering cloud in sight.

You promised me fuckn’ nine.

You

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You never come late

When I call out

Right around the corner

As soon as I open my mouth

No one shifts me like you do

Just as I pull away

You flip me around

Beg me to stay

Take my hand

Lead the way

Fear dies

When we fall

Into each other’s eyes

And, as cheesy as it sounds

The rest of the world evaporates

When you’re around…