• In patterns, in silhouettes, of palm trees on fire,
• The constance of yearning through a decade of burning,
• Ascending pyres for a descendent aspire,
• Ancestral survival under the guise of learning.
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• In sadness, in dying, a wait to saturate,
• The hope and abundance that floats around,
• Bleeding a life hollow, better off late,
• Manifest destiny’s colorless clown.
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• When spring arrives and eternal happiness resumes,
• One must pick a sprig, to kill is to renew,
• And share that odor, senses should sate and consume,
• A lavendar macropyre realized by too few.
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• Callous in nature, ill-factored in thought,
• Past any magistry that may still remain,
• Unable to process the dose or the census,
• Make your mark, rule the day.
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• In this brief glimpse of things
• This brief tiff without things
• A tinge of duck shit
• A bit that sings
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• The senses slowly stake the matters of the heart,
• When to break, when to bleed, when to bark,
• When to baste in the glory, to sate in the dark,
• When to sing of imaginary art.
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• A gracious welcome to this shop of sweets,
• That spark in your eye says there's no moment to spare,
• Set your snow pea down, for him a bowl of treats,
• For you a view beyond all app filters' compare.
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• Sing this song again tonight,
• Remind me then of this day,
• Send me back that forever that's attending now,
• A present to mimic an already lost stray.
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• A newfound appreciation for the toils of the heart,
• Now that it beats to a song sung before,
• A familiar rhythm that’s recognized from the start,
• Though this time the chorus is emphasized more.
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• Even though my sun don't shine, purple clouds stray,
• At the beckoning of an unbecoming self,
• The overwhelming fear that there's nothing left,
• Set, and beset, a violet wave roams this way.
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• It is the consequence, when the solitude sets,
• When the hollow tunes demure and fret,
• A stringless, posthumous, limitless debt,
• A phantom heart beating phantom threats.
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• In the midst of autumn, post-fog pre-dew,
• A trumpeting clarity, a genuine you.
• Singing songs in every sway you stroll,
• A shining hope for every day's toll.
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• Carry me thus, infinite world,
• Infinite sea, infinite place I shouldn't be,
• Infinite word, infinite words,
• Infinite waves thrust forward and back, free.
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• This comfort is too belonging,
• This maestro of unrequited fear,
• This bolster of inanimiteness,
• This tubby marshmallow of sneer.
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• Make me into a moment,
• I'm in the midst but lost the cause,
• The air is damp, the sun is moist,
• Don't let me cool off, pause.
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• In some waking moment, during some marinate,
• Happens the chance to grow, to coagulate,
• To stare silently without fear, without past,
• Without clear definition of what ceiling to commiserate.
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• Settled in settling we march to and fro,
• Between lunch lines, bus stops, RFID cards, ho.
• This journey, self-fulfilling and somehow not so,
• Moxie, all the while boxy, squared end on end, playdoh.
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• Could you sit down for a moment,
• I like the heels that you're wearing there,
• That flip you have in your bangs,
• Your manner, that style, a seemingly infinite flair.
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• I couldn't help but notice your quaint stance,
• Afront that seafoam and white affair,
• Nestled quietly aside slighted chairs,
• A bounty of grace in frozen dance.
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• The center of my universe,
• The beckoning of my day,
• The symbol I failingly follow,
• The pedestal besteaded astray.
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• I can't wait to have that feeling back
• I can't wait
• I can't wait to have that feeling back
• I really can't wait
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• Do sing a song of sweet delight tonight,
• Of cakes and custard hills and pudding plow.
• Rake up fat bounds of glazed doughnutty plight,
• In decadent clouds, in full modest bow,
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• By all the means and for all the while
• My goal is simple, your forever smile
• That boundless grin, from cheek to cheek
• Alongside twinkles, unabashed, peaked
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• It's far beyond my scope of reasoning
• To now preclude the possibility
• That all this drawn out constant bickering
• Will lead to some reveling clarity
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• If I could make a drink of you,
• It would definitely be sweet,
• Pinches of spice to add some heat,
• A bubbling tasty dream come true.
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• I often wake subdued from some dream's dew,
• Unphased by what the morning wakeup sets
• In motion a schedule of things to do
• That do little to best my nights' vignettes.
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• If I could have the best of you,
• There would be no definite choice
• For what feature I would first foist
• Atop a pedestal to view.
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• I met her lovely smile again tonight,
• Tenderly tucked inside two rosy cheeks,
• As we strolled past a number of boutiques
• discussing the photographer's delight.
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• Oh hey! Your soul is out again tonight.
• With winsome smiles and eyes bound to disarm,
• It sucks that you're cooped up and out of sight,
• While your other self looks for lives to charm.
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• Success will come to those who bide and wait,
• Good things happen to good people they say.
• We're all destined for predetermined fate,
• Foretold by baiting dreams that stay the day.
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• Lovely Lovely, breathe all the burden in,
• Now that I have noticed you above me.
• Such wonders merit much grander marquee,
• Than my strained words do awfully chagrin.
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• Let us take this sundry sullen day in,
• Along the lulling shore's somber warm tide,
• Just bring that smile that shines like bright sequins,
• The one that makes mine equally as wide.
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• Oh fuck you, it's so hard to change a lane?
• Your turn signal's been on forever fuck.
• Is it so hard to turn your wheel you shmuck?
• You stupid ass drivers make me insane!
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• Lonely, Lonely, keeps me great company,
• The solemn friend forever waiting there.
• Anxious to hear my banked causality
• For why sadness now is future's prepare.
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• Let us settle this feud about the heart,
• Of when it softly bleeds, and when it harks,
• And when it sings in sight of a new start,
• How fickle it shakes in momentous sparks.
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• Bugle the horn and await my return,
• Make sure to play a somber mellow note.
• This departure soft harks a slow sojourn,
• Amidst darkness a life to learn by rote,
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• "A gaming revolution is quite near!"
• Harked Iwata atop his koopa cloud,
• And soon beneath amassed a cosplayed crowd,
• All donning shells of green anxious to hear,
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• Oft I do wake to aromatic smells,
• That lift me off my moribund bed.
• Cinnamon spice, honey, fragrant yeast swells,
• Sugar and cream await my sleepy head.
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• As I sat one day, bored and unbridled,
• A sad realization had dawned on me.
• Nothing intrigued, mourning my mind idled,
• Til i linked to the greatest blog entry.
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• Don't mind my vacant flustered fuddled stare,
• I'm like this because minds do roam afar,
• When they're witness to your blissfully rare
• Pair of wane eyes; How they resemble stars.
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• Cradle my heart and sing the night away,
• Cast my soul into your oblivion,
• Let me malinger with your creation,
• To make fast this chiding torment astray.
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• A grape, tender tendrils of vine design,
• Amongst a garden of mere feathered leaves.
• None more distinct, more fair, more perfect fine,
• Curling past my bitter void to retrieve,
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• To be a fucking badass magician,
• Would be the most awesome career ever,
• Mesmerizing large crowds is your mission,
• Accomplished by pulling a dumb lever.
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• Happy birthday to you, there's much ado,
• It's time to sing that happy song again.
• I'm obliged these years take no toll on you,
• You're still as brilliant as way back when.
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