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Fire & Phantogram

Daydream nitroglycerin butterfly
Phantom-blaze star-fuck pixie queen
Fuel flame symbol of our burn Tuesday mentality
You brought about a would be epileptic trigger
While dancing sex, scarlet chariot across the screen porch flicker beam stage
Before fading into the black of my towering headboard and echo climb bedroom ceiling
Alone in the dark when lights and vocal weapon profit dim back into the monotony of another alarm marked morning
I whisper whiskey prayers inaudibly to the air and my deaf-struck, tortured ear drums
Waving my white flag, I surrender in sleep

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Come to the Rap Concert 

Hold a candle light vigil to who you were before the tranformation
I forgot when I go out of pocket blow the rocket burn elation
And did I tell you what I saw when I caught a glimpse of god
Nappy hair low lights raw people bone rock
It’s jazz it’s fast it’s formulating fleeting
It’s lost it’s found it’s searching finding its believing
Instruments in my rises and valleys
Find my way on the board while minutes form on chalk talleys
Let’s flame the money and go broke together
Denim jacket white tee can’t afford the the leather
But youre here…

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Finding It

And and and find me lost, time tossed, too tied to the metronome
Finding life love happiness and the definitions of where we make home
This love is a take home embrace
A one love life drug find me in this place
So tell me I’m beautiful because I want to reciprocate
I always saw it in you we didn’t need that time to hesitate
Let’s cherry bomb mind and heart with this feeling
Splatter paint collective soul all across the ceiling
So I’ll play drunk night seraphim
If you’ll be the tigress with the saber tooth grin
Quiet dream demeaner
Stark naked out in front sleep prophet believer

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Sheet Peeks and Valleys

Bone fire sex, bruised neck reckless
Suction and combustion, choke chain necklace
Form face breathless, night burns to breakfast
Weak sun sheet fun, the day stands feckless
You didn’t expect this, to fall and find your whimsical
Feathers steal your thoughts, sly quill criminal
Mind pill subliminal
Time kill centripetal
Force found purpose in protest of the biblical
Lazy haze Sunday, pouring in
Shower, glasses, coffee
Van Morrison

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Slick Sin Rock and Roll Nights

Unconventional,
Age tattered rock gene seraphim
Dancing, shaking your kung fu boogie to the depths of our preconceived rock and roll warrior soul
Let’s dance, lets fucking dance to what we want to be
To what we can be, should be,
And drag the whole song out to its logical conclusion…
7 stones skipped from anarchy’s pillow
With bad beer and demon breath exaltations
No one’s special in the time thrown prove yourself
Until they are, and we taste it
And it means everything
Jesus, chrstopher, skull fuck saint its important

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He Wants To Hang The Artists

This to hold trial for a man who claims to represent our poetic spirit
This to stand in loud and unrelenting witness for the sins of the man we once revered as Cat
And I to bear witness to the fact that the man we know as Yusuf has broken my heart

Hate, hate, hate
unrelenting
In the name of your supposed day-drift deity
Claiming murder or something like it for the authors of modern exhalation
I’m finished with the pious, the respectful, the reverent, masked, do or die prophets
Fuck your fear mongering, fuck your false prophet promise and fuck your intention to tear away the strings of my connection, my deep seeded full breath of society FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU
I am whole
FUCK YOU I am the ephemeral well-guided friend of the lonesome many
FUCK YOU
I am the angel incarnate of the scared and sacred
FUCK YOU
I am
Your demon dream nightmare
I am the dark concept of your burned out American Dream
FUCK YOU
I am your jubilant smile pushing up your daisy,
FUCK YOU
Hate will not, and cannot rule
FUCK YOU
and your twisted, warped
notion of God…

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Tangled Strings

Arthritic hands maneuvering the marionette man in his pillbox hat
As he stands
Mumbling the old hymns of a long fought generation
Tired, reconciled to fate
Bleeding from the wounds of a dirge formed dagger whispering it’s own melody beneath his quietly forming crimson scarf
Songs, hymns, history forming in the rotting tube of his scratch pipe esophagus
Apostolic Beatles corrupter
Dancing ragged enchantment across the melody poisonings of his mid-week exhalations
Stock legged stumbling, our past-exalted pilgrim
Twisting his ballad with Frank
For the decades dashed children of our newborn todays
And maybe,
It was his tears in the dark,
Not mine
That wept for who we were supposed to be

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