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House of Anger

In the evening of my anger,
My blood has boiled to scorch,
The Ravens voice is rhetorical unto my answers
The clock will chime until it has ticked me off
The Shadows continue to play wild games;
Of dark and trickery,
Wrathful, like a widowed soul,
Lost to all bewitching madness,
Scraping at the walls, for their true identity,
Yes I believe they can talk,
They have told the many secrets,
I'm forced to speak of now,
In this house, 
Chandeliers are hung like the victims of loneliness,
Shining bright at a flickers chance,
Royal paintings adorned throughout halls,
Showing solemn ancestors, burning my heart
With their wicked eyes, 
Into my bedroom, where the sheets
Cut squarely against my skin;
Causing yet another irritating chafe,
Rubbing until my flesh falls off with a toss 
Of the covers
Trapped by my house of anger!

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Sittin On a Parkbench Waitin For Jethro Tull Or Jay-Z

I love a good rhythimic beat
I can imitate a drum with the pounding of my feet
Whether it's rock & roll or rap
A stadium amp or a backwards cap
Any type of music makes me get out of my seat

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Vampire You Lose Again

Subtle as a sun
Risen up to a dark night
Valiant in honor

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Pro Choice Without a Voice

My seed, I must admit I never even once wanted
Sitting unreallisticaly, at a doctors office
Waiting for my name to be called and to terminate this

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Fall In Pt2

My mind is so warm
The thoughts that heat up my soul
Need to cool down again

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Fall In Pt3

I've begun to calm
Like the breeze that flows in fall
Turning a new leaf

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Dead Trees Can Talk-- Part 1

I was walking by the loud green bushes
Their rough knees covered with the ash of webs
The whisper through angry short snip-its 
As the outer edges of my skin brush past

I can hear them say
She must talk to the dead trees!
She must and she will
Their bustle gets louder in my head

Now I  am dizzy stepping on the rude rocks
They are harsh and stubborn
Blocking my path forward
Keep her from the dead trees!

No! let her go she's no good
Not here she must cross
Cross the land of living through 
Right on through Dead

Your nothing but stone
Enough stone can stump your growth
Here is Anastacia
In between the argument of the Garden Maze

The Pebbles that skipped on song
Draws near to Anastacia
They all pile up on one another 
To take her hand

While the rest of the Garden
Stood in a disarray
Anastacia couldn't believe
How fast Pebbles was carrying her

The Maze is now a lonely blur
So is the raucous of the chatter
So far gone, But where to
Is this the way to the Dead Trees

Yes! Pebbles replied gleefully
How could they have known
What her thoughts said
Magical they stood 

Trillions of diamonds
All clumped heavily together
So much it was dangerous
Of what rarity and precious

The black blue swirl grew
The sounds changed
The sound of the swirl was silenced
Closer to the Dead......

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Things To Keep a Conversation Flowing

I would like to pay attention for once
Not to zone out when their talk is low 
A long time ago, sitting by myself
I vowed to keep close range with myself
Said; better to accompany the soul
Than to be lost to the rest of the world
With that being stated how dramatic the events
One begins to take themselves far away
Sitting with the masses yet  kept alone
Biting down on pursed dry lips
A smack of bad manners to drop silence
Hope no one can smell my true intentions
Not to be lonely as I feel
Like one flower clinging to a life
Where all others like it have disappeared
Yes, In an invisible box
Closed tight and big like loose tongues
Dark and hallow like a rumor
Everything is scary and tense--...politeness
They think me to be rare and precious 
It would turn them down I am not
I am not a follower all the time
Sometimes I can lead my way out the world
Just aimlessly drifting with a cusp of air
Higher, higher than my mind 
So far up no fear just euphoria

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Are You There God Its Me Microsoft

My computer glared with social hate
I buried my head down
It beeped a message 
Telling me; we should really spend less time together,
I just think your making everything about me
I can't be friendly to your friends anymore
I can't keep wishing electronic happy B-days, when I don't know who the hell they are!
Tell me you hear me..... also this facebook wench! Jesus does she have to know
Everything you and me do in private
Can't we even go out on an on-line date,  
Without checking for the latest youtube sensation
I mean, since when do you even listen to OK Go?
Not only that, but you use me to steal others copyrighted material
I could go to jail and so could you,
Do you want the FBI to confiscate me from you? 
I thougt so, I just came to the conclusion that
You and me? we need to take a cyberbreak
You should try your cellphone sometimes..., I know he definately feels left out
Except when your using him to check on me! 
We're through
This is done 
I can't keep living life knowing that your using me to become sociably popular
I'm not your free ride to reality T-V fame
Get it? Got it? Good!
And if I catch you trying to tweet me in my sleep....
Well..... you don't even want to know!

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Blonde Ambition

I once had a dream of a girl that sang pop
She was only 16 dressed like a slut, so we called her prosti-tot
She went crazy and spiraled down,
Did a music video with a depressing clown
And as for the singer, Thank God!  her career finally stopped