Cavernous depression falling down without truth
Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon
Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world
A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon
Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box
Finding out the little control we have while we’re here
Knowing the results we wish to see once the sun rises
No need to stay dry when you’re drowning in this fear
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Uncontrollably shake your foot Another morning wide awake Experience as black as soot
We can only be who we are
No sense living in the past tense These are the ramifications Blinded to your own suspense
I know who we once were
Though they are now gone Not victim to anything Excuses made you the pawn
Shed these moments of hate
Bringing you down another level Dreams of agony by default Embraced, but slightly disheveled
Regroup at the breakfast table
Another chance to forever adjust Calming thoughts to carry through After all, we’re merely cosmic dust
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I can still make mature women blush
Knowing the proper placement of words Using my tongue to enunciate firmly The rhythm of recitement, she slowly purred
The fertile experience of rapturous joy
Pause a moment, so she won’t catch her death Letting her pulse settle to reasonable levels Returning to the living, joy in each & every breath
The bold blonde with big, bouncy curls
Much-maligned missionary souls Falling in love was always my fatal flaw Especially once I’ve relinquished control
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She’s not hurting anyone
What’s your inherent need to control Let her be to live her life free Treating her like there’s no sovereign soul
She’s young, trying to have fun
Release her from your archaic notions You fear unbridled joy & autonomy Unable to handle her natural range of emotion
Time to hand the world over to the youth
No need to continue your attempts to entrance We had our time & we failed miserably With their fresh blood, we might have a chance Like this: Like Loading...
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Knowing the beauty that lurks
Though she’s hidden by the shroud
Draped by the promisingly sheer veneer
Whispering taunts, teases & getting loud
I hear the excitement in her voice
Grasping for control – keeping it steady
My passion & desire suddenly obvious
My world brightens when she’s ready Like this: Like Loading...
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Seeking a spiritual remedy
For my soul isn’t quite whole Burnt out & emotionally drained Tea cup’s empty & I’m no longer in control
Midcentury motif & I’m peeling paint
Shrinking violets & closing in walls Pushing back against our growing pains Energy to create, but my life remains a free fall Like this: Like Loading...
Why are we out here struggling
Working our asses off to make ends meet
Inflation keeps on rising
Can only afford to walk down the street
Searching for the righteous path
So I won’t hinder my sisters & brothers
Don’t want to dislodge Oliver’s bowl
Please Mr. President, may I have another?
But he’s in the back, fiddling slowly
Inhaling the fumes from foreign petroleum
While the value of the dollar mmm drops
Loose strings dangle, but he’s not controlling ‘em
Ready to tax any of the alms we might receive
Taking our currency without any thanks
Not looked upon as human beings
Merely a vote they use as their personal piggybanks Like this: Like Loading...
I’m not worried what you think is silly or weird
I’m not concerned with judgements nor opinionated chatter The world exists outside any of my control I refuse to change & become another useless natter
Let me continue on & be steadfast in being me The strength of a persevering personality Shining on with a decorous grin Jaunting forth; shunning your beliefs in reality Like this: Like Loading...
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Notions of perfection
Falling to fatigue on my soul
Expectations taking control
Society little more than an infection
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My fetish is powerful women
Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself
Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch
Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely
While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no?
When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean Like this: Like Loading...
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Our fragile egos remain outright
Yet still free – not compelled by those In the trenches we find disaster Inspired to richly & sullenly compose
How do we heal? How do we grow?
Absorbing vibrations & her headspace blues Redefinition of cool among the vulnerable Rising morale since she turned off the news
Erratic dreams of dismantling love
The early signposts to the apocalypse Gentle rise becomes glaring to our eyes Summer mornings feel fresh on our nips
Ground control to juxtaposed fallacies
Squandering purest moments we’ll know With no intention to rattle a dull saber Paradise; when I only wanted a cup of joe Like this: Like Loading...
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Stone cold stereotypes
We’re lost in the void Sudden depression creeps On edge; constantly annoyed
Deep breaths to calm
We’re all out of control Transparent in our pain A generation of lost souls Like this: Like Loading...
Don’t be afraid to get dirty
A little sweat will be good for you
Emerging out into the world again
Shining bright like only you can do
Don’t be afraid to be crazy
Some of us might already be
They’ll try to control you
When you were always meant to be free Like this: Like Loading...
This head won’t be controlled
There’s no way you can tame
Wild by its very nature
Sweet by any other name
Don’t judge me, lady
Savage, feral & barbaric for sure
My words might be, but my
Hair’s anything but demure Like this: Like Loading...
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Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob
The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality
Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify
Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits
Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here
Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch Like this: Like Loading...
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She controlled his soul
Wigglin’ when he spooned her From the very first introduction He knew he’d never be immune to her She took these matters of seduction Seriously – made him sound like a crooner But she still had those butterflies Whenever he came home for a nooner Like this: Like Loading...
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I don’t need all that chaos
I’m content with simple taste
Up early in the morning
To ensure the day isn’t a waste
A prayer, a pen & a book
Foundations to a solid grin
Society can’t take it from me
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My love rests beyond the ocean
Beyond the miles I can’t control
The one I need to return to
The one whom is intertwined with my soul
Marking stitches upon the globe
I’m stuck on faraway shores
Missing the girl who makes my heart smile
Knowing I don’t want to travel anymore
The world holds no interest to me
For without my bride, I only see greyscale
Time & distance, mere obstacles
I’m coming back, even though I no longer sail
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