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All That’s Left Are Love Songs

I’ve been spending a lot of my time in dark rooms, watching people standing in the light
There’s a quietness, buried in their sound
As they stand trapped, by a captive audience
Affixed to the stage, mirroring back the energy we pour into the ether
Entertainers of the frightened, leaking masses
Teaching lessons of confidence wrapped in the shroud of vulnerability my family can’t help but keep passing down
But I know it’s love…
Love that holds them together as the world quakes around them
Love that whispers every name I’ve forgotten tonight
Love that finds it’s safe haven here with our people
Love set ablaze burning the reticence we forgot to let go of

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Show Alone

24, in a crowd staring down that new adrenaline
Era of punk releasing amp deaf riot on generation (fuck the letter)
Why has it been so hard to coax $12 out of friends to take part?
It’s turbulent in my psyche, I’m sure I’ll never get it
At least sure as fuck that I hope not
Things are passive for people, easily avoided in favor of a night of rest
Meanwhile future biographers contemplate suicide as they try to find something beyond sleep and solitude to enliven the success of man
It’s too young in this life to grow old, maturity is a poison noun that emboldens the risk averse with a sense of pride in their cowardice
I’ve come to learn that breathing fire will always burn the tongue
And it should
For how else will you remember the taste when you set your patch of earth ablaze
Ignited from your core, to light an effigy to every coming moment of your existence
So fuck it if you can’t come
In the end,
maybe you never had the spark to take part

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Sweet Jesus, Crucify Your Heathen Boy

Vibe children, great defeaters of the pestilence
Cruise movers, street sweeping the mundane
Lock into the sound mash, light blitz frenzy
I remember
The Bible talk of the chosen
Bullshit
Sanctify the willing
In the dying rain of unquenched, longing lips, the empty bucket of the deserving
Find me tossing rocks at the abyss
Listening…
For echoes, not answers

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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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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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