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sucker tree in the SW field, it’s operating like voodoo
left too long where the plow won’t dig after the storm of ‘02
your father he was taken
not my business but I've come this far and I love you
just that I couldn't help but feel responsible
it’s possible
holy ghost is waiting
holy ghost is crying
I can’t see you anymore
don’t be afraid
your lineage, raised to defend
don’t leave the farm
your mom would want you to keep on
fertile sounds put ears to the corn
rejoicing from grace in the wind
don’t leave the farm
don’t sell the view
I know the axle on the tractor is bent up
we can fix it, I’ll help you
take the bush-hog to that SW field
and restore it with clover
your mother she is fading
not my business but I've come this far and I love you
just that I couldn't help but feel responsible
it’s possible
holy ghost is waiting
holy ghost is crying
holy ghost
I can’t see you anymore
or love you anymore
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The Perils of Patriotism
02:24
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anthems and chanting
parrot demagogue
back at ya, bra
flags caught unfurling
like tongues they got a say
I felt that way
showered for days
who hears the warning?
comes in the mourning time
coals to the fire
glow into the fight
honor and pride
seek your own kind
because every time a shot ricochets back
rhetoric on display
I heard you say
“like in the movies”
burning from coast to coast until it feels right
declaration reverse what dulls the star shine
killing from coast to coast until it feels right
(this don’t feel right)
who hears the warning?
comes in the mourning
power the people
majority is might
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About: Knowledge
02:42
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spread your wings
take off your dress
divulge your size
reveal your breadth
assert
release
bend over
soliloquies—I said too much
resolving doubt
un-cloister faith
oh my god
beholding wonder
transcendentalist became a monster
unfurl your wings
take to the air
forsake this place
and if you dare
assert
release
revolution
soliloquies—I said too much
resolving doubt
un-cloister faith
oh my god
beholding wonder
transcendentalist became a monster
gates of hell allure
so now you know
what’s brought to bare
about: knowledge
the more I give the less I take
the more I say the less I prove
the more options the less I choose
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I am no Ostrogoth
Theoderic the Great
never conquered here
kept these hills
step dwellers
people of the pebbly coast
find level
find level
Greuthungi—east
Tervingi—west
look to mars
worship mars
Huns gave pause
Hunics rule Danube
flee to the Balkans
Death to Attila
Strabbo, son of Triarius
Odoacer, disposer of Augustulus
away
Byzantine-Frankish conspiracy
allies not what they seem
check-mate
history
now your shortened and pale
and wearing mascara
wearing mascara
brooding
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weighing the options
gazing upon receding shores
do what is proper
selfish, selfless, heretofore?
to this point a failure
maps what not to do
this life serves as warning
(an honest review)
color’s gone
it’s monochrome
every single day
who pursues sycophants?
violent truth
friction day
denying self, avoiding mirrors
phobic reaction
from the west, breath of Zephyr
sigh of setting moon
it declares—it’s done, a rest
starting on this day
forsake love
no sex appeal
shark, legs
taking over sin
vulgar onto sin
(naturally choose)
sans money
rich in ideals
shark, legs
they’re taking over
sin
vulgar onto sin
(naturally choose)
sans money
rich in ideals
junk it
they’re taking over
sin—an opportunist
(don’t waste them)
weighing the options
gazing upon receding shores
do what is proper
selfish, selfless, heretofore?
a trinket for the future souls
pry it off, it’s cool
mementos from headstones
among corrupted youth
color’s gone
it’s monochrome
every single day
who pursues sycophants?
violent truth
friction day
grinding wheel
grinding down
grandiose
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hold the line as the gas dissipates
let come from impossible odds
courageousness
voices are raised, combining
tied to the rails, unyielding hope
every one of you I owe
how I want to be among you
fight the byzantine affliction
cops, they go to flank
the horses gnash
and the hooves, they stomp
scattered now
in the serge of billys
rally two klicks to the west
and refocus
manifestation ‘cause we can
I know I know I know
manifestation ‘cause we can
control control control
manifestation nation
fight fight fight
on!
voices are raised, combining
tied to the rails
unyielding hope
every one of you I owe
just wanted to say that to you
how I want to be among you
be among you
I want to
the police state
it’s a shame
who sets the pace of change?
as they murder us
it’s a shame
stones beget stones of martyrs
bored of this endless trespass
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graduation party
come around to instigate
caps and gowns they’re coming off
then we’re off
coming in for the perfect kiss
the kind that shines when it’s over
close the eyes and part the lips
feel when it’s over us
loving taking over me
love coming over you
graduation party
come around to lead away
now alone there is just us
so, just us
coming in for the perfect kiss
the kind that shines when it’s over
close the eyes and part the lips
feel when it’s over us
love taking over me
love coming over you
come on!
why do you think I came?
come on!
why are we here?
“it’s complicated, honestly”
I should know better
it’s complicated, ornery
hands in sweaters
“it’s complicated, honestly”
I should know
“it’s complicated, honestly”
Oh, him
hear what they know
say what they say
and get it out
“it’s complicated, honestly”
I should know better
she loves him
babies him
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drunken mind, pissed
hollow culture
I’m pulling subsets from the corners
jacket for a pillow on the cold concrete
it’s a burden, intelligence
jacket for a pillow on the cold concrete
hips and shoulders bare the weight
atone (@1)
the offal cuts
the kind that’s left discarded, inedible
pianissimo braggadocio
to resolve, remove
the pounded heart that beats
in a tone, conciliatorily
pianissimo braggadocio
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barred vestibule
sinister allegorist enticingly calling from the hedgerow
false information
agents and double agents (tripling?)
then I thought, “I want to”
unravel the cocoon
untwine philosophy
unclothe the paradigm
the seduction
pacify
deceive
wrong opera
orchestra calibrating odd tunings
challenge is harmony
taunt lucifer
rolled up in hades bondage, contortioning
laughing ‘cause I want to
before I go. . .
wired weird—two hemispheres
no filters, pause, subtext or politics
for I go. . .
unravel the cocoon
untwine philosophy
unclothe the paradigm
wake up with a burden
go out like a bastard
resolve like a bullet
the seduction
pacify
deceive
gather ‘round in brevity
laconism—what the fuck?
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hearts entwined, true lovers
shadows in the fall, elongate
rising - sliver of a moon
pale we glow in darkness
shadows on the door
entering slowly
unrecognizable
argument
throw fire-crackers
flashes in the calm
you light them, don’t you?
elevate the mood
bad for you
we’re going there
over time
systematic
mathematical
cyclical de-tune
here we are no progress
stagnant in the cause
we failed it, clearly
shadows to exhume
yesterday combusting torches in the cave
I see you mostly as a fading rune
bad for you
we’re going there
over time
untaken care
I resolved to write a letter
not as rude and twice as clever
all the points I failed to address
or covered in a veil of curses
our memories are revisionist at best
sure came apart in my hands
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