Liberation Granted By The Morning Alarm

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Liberation granted by the morning alarm
Still alive; this body aching with rippling fatigue
October visions, yet I’m safe from obvious harm
Visions dwindling; remnants of horrific intrigue

Seeking out coffee to loosen this slumber
A stretch & chance to deliberately mourn
These dreams encrusted in burnt umber
Sworn to abide by the wisdom of Nat Hawthorn

The terror that befalls us when we’re unaware
Soon free from the slow tolling of the funeral bell
Needful sleep caught us within a nightmare
Unconsciously breaking from a manufactured hell

Visions of dropping acid with William Blake
Dawn is our escape; returning to peace as we wake

Seeing All The Pretty People

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Seeing all the pretty people

Seeing them encased in glass

All their assets on display

Trimmed in polished brass

Prancing & strutting proudly

Unaware of their obligation

Souls such as these

Come with a re-appropriation

Trade off for their gifts

Liabilities detrimental & hyper

Left in an excited state when

It comes time to pay the piper