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give me the strength to do the things i must
give me the dexterity to avoid the things i must
give me the consitution to endure the things i must
give me the intelligence to learn the things i must
give me the wisdom to understand the things i must
give me the charisma to turn the things that i must do
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silent, walls peeling paint.
eyes are feeling stiff and faint and
sweeping away with notes in double time.
paying attention to the entangling vines,
setting sail means always failing
to give back what was mine. i'm fine;
you'll find i'm not fine.
i dedicate this now
to the all the people
that only sing when
no one's around:
who think that nobody
wants to listen but
the truth is that
they're singing for
people that really count.
they let no one down.
practice making perfect,
but was all the practice worth it?
it's unnerving that i swerve
when i'm not even feeling nervous.
if you're purseless then i'll pay
for drinks. jack and cokes for
both of us to finally say what we think.
making love to make believe.
i want to reach out to
the people. the same lot
who are still waiting to get
out of their hometown.
if they could listen for
the call of inspiration
and intent, if they
could hear the sound.
but they let no one down.
arts of motion, covering fire on
a waving ocean, spiraling liars
onto an emerald blanket,
behind sapphire eyes
breaks the heart of the mountain
which is broken if tried against
opposite attraction,
spoiled and starched.
producing negative inaction
in a funeral march.
we can no longer depend on
the strength of the arch.
this is for the souls
who go on believing after
the fact. the man who
couldn't adapt, the woman
who just didn't react.
those kids in love and
he says "baby i can't do
this anymore." and she cries
"yours is the sight for
which my eyes grow sore."
they always frown.
but they don't
let anyone
down.
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never produced anything..
think again!
because i am hammered.
greetings from a historical landmark:
look unto me and know the unknown
okay so i know this will sound
strange but the thing is i found
you on a social network and then
studied you like an examination fed
so slow and with extra innings i
felt sick, so started trying
the extra helping of objectivity,
such is my proclivity.
i come here.
here of all fucking places
to listen to you people
say and twist the things
you think about into ringings
round the neck of humanity,
still sounding like insanity
my plea's for pleasing the animosity
sounds strong with added ferocity.
i'd loved you since i saw you
but thought you were more "words"
than you were "notes." forigve me.
to your poutish lips
and between waning grips
i saw your soul behind your words,
talk of potatoes and foxes
i believed my thoughts were in boxes
and swept away beneath the sherds,
my love was thrown into the wind
and my conscience thus rescinded
all talkings of bearing fruit,
cause there's fucking beauty
in this truth.
look into my eyes.
know what i wish to say.
believe nothing but my
body languange. a
source left to betray.
i say!
we left our bodies
in another plane. fought
mad representatives who
wished to complain. bought
the right kind of people
who longed for our goal
and thus achieved
a new national role.
a false advertisement
but a new client gained,
through self referential
pain-staking gains.
but a self loathing assignment
reaches out now:
to ask you when?
and to ask you how?
make the clouds arise
from the ends of the earth.
make the lightning strike
from within the rain.
make the wind gust anew
unto the thickest bough,
make the tranquil heart
give life to flesh.
make envy rot the bones.
make love the enemy of death.
amen.
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sparing common decency,
greasing sweaty palms,
caring for egregious thieves,
giving way, she'll stall for alms,
but even then i'm greedy.
don't doubt me, come,
count with me the ways the theme
distorts the more "main"er streams.
heroines on heroin, come! harrowing!
the sparrow speaks Pharaoh's defeat!
fuller now from thirst,
eyes to me now gone,
nevermind who i am,
i don't know either.
i'm just trying to meet
my human condition.
mine is the reason that
sometimes people's eyes change
colors depending on the weather
or what color they're wearing,
mine is the reason that
sometimes people can notice
when others are looking at them.
mine is the reason that
strangers' eyes meet.
the sparrow speaks of parting seas.
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greetings from butt-fucking egypt.
stars are shining, stars are bright,
stars conspiring in the night,
ever thinking of the time
they they will have to cease their shine.
burning slowly, fuel demands,
the eager frailty of my shaking hand.
yards are dimming, streets are black,
front doors open, just a crack.
faces falling, stiff upper lips,
rolling eyes and silent sips.
she'd have the sun watch her on the sands;
face the music of his shaking hand.
time is going going gone,
play the song of which we're fond.
a super drag and years are reeling,
tell me who sucked out the feeling?
but this visage was searing like a brand!
i'd reprimand but i detest his shaking hand.
honor gained, in memory fades.
shame raised up like barricades.
blocking street and blocking alley,
do your worst whilst my troops rally.
caught the message,
through the laughter and the plans.
but no one stands against
the chances of a shaking hand.
listen to me, listen good,
i told them to leave while they still could,
but now you've made it farther,
so your future can be shaded darker.
but your tested faith
can move to hallowed land,
ain't it grand?
believe the grace
of His shaking hand.
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