Encapsulated inside lyrics that glow,
fire this hot will never be assuaged.
Love insists on the beat of drums
backed up by solid electric guitar.
Fire this hot will never be assuaged,
turned on and turned up to purple
every speaker sticks to your blood.
Love insists on the beat of drums
to drown what sits inside so thick.
Once its held can it ever truly fade?
Backed up by solid electric guitar,
our story shines for a crowd to feel.
In the burning ballad hides its soul.
I quivered and I dropped my new phone,
who cares if it is shattered beyond repair.
Hot breath on my neck made me buckle,
your effort was completely unexpected.
Who cares if it is shattered beyond repair,
destruction may mend what is broken.
Pain is deftly subdued with skilled hands.
Hot breath on my neck made me buckle,
the tip of your tongue gained you access
to the words I needed to stay confidential.
Your effort was completely unexpected.
Forgive me all this cellular surrender,
I was starving for just a taste of tender.
My dreams flow into an ocean of peace,
sea breezes and sandcastles so ornate.
I inhale them sharply yet cannot see,
I’m being guided by unconsciousness.
Sea breezes and sandcastles so ornate,
it’s hard to take in what my mind has built.
Density sits, dressed like a hurricane.
I inhale them sharply yet cannot see,
visions so pungent they wrap me in salt.
Arid waves paint twenty four carat skies.
I’m being guided by unconsciousness,
finding fulfilled in an alternate realm.
All this took was some imagination.
Summer, summer, the sweetest taste.
You long for it throughout the year.
The hottest sunset thick with sweat
ambience sighs before it evaporates.
Longing for it throughout the year
when all you see is a snowflake sky,
upon arrival you’re lifted by cloud nine.
The hottest sunset thick with sweat,
each dewdrop will overwhelm you.
Wizardry is nothing if not vanishing.
Ambience sighs before it evaporates,
tickling a memory before it enters.
Sugar in the mouth, candied for life.
Exploring trochee like the skies sigh,
Brushing those emotion lay,
Liberty the freedom so high,
Wording inks featherly cliche.
Brushing those emotion, O, lay,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh,
Impulse thru the impulsing slay,
Painting like there's no why.
Liberty the freedom so high,
Eight seven metric sound rhythm,
Exploring trochee like the skies sigh,
Radiate like colorful prism!
Wording inks featherly, O, cliche.
Poetic seek artful apply,
Unfathomable soul up play,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh!
Music infuse thru deafen ears,
Torchee the heart beating defy,
Turning heart in high joyful tears,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh!
Simple as a nap in my favorite blanket,
directly I’ll pass out on that old sofa.
Gentle as this cat covering weary feet,
now I’m free to let the outside world go.
Directly I’ll pass out on that old sofa,
every piece of decor makes it mine.
A home remedy to bring about serenity.
Gentle as the cat covering weary feet,
good lookin’ out as I float into dreams.
My muse mushrooms right into fireworks.
Now I’m free to let the outside world go,
safe in this wondrous place that I’ve built.
I worked hard to lay claim to this address.
Possibilities are consistently endless,
rising with the Sun in fortuitous colors.
Over and over again a neoteric start,
blink too quickly and it passes right by.
Rising with the Sun in fortuitous colors,
rose colored glasses feel so good on.
Maybe that’s because pink is a fog.
Over and over again a neoteric start
blooms in the air bringing optimism.
Smiles fan a kaleidoscope of choices.
Blink too quickly and it passes right by,
each morning the sky only knows grey.
Nothing is promised seize every moment.
It’s easy to act like what we see is fiction,
the S.O.S of breaking headlines won’t quit.
That burden of knowledge with no answer,
we’re desperate to unravel the incognito.
The S.O.S of breaking headlines won’t quit
no way to sort through its bloated jargon.
Hard facts shouldn’t need interpretation.
That burden of knowledge with no answer
welcome to where news is whitewashed.
One bait word and everyone’s seeing red.
We’re desperate to unravel the incognito,
illuminate a path of violet violent veritas
bent on reevaluating all that was before.
You said ‘Hello.’ and kissed my hand
running your fingers on skittish skin.
No knowledge needed to press start,
hot breath on my arm raised a quiver.
Running your fingers on skittish skin,
my clumsy lip was modestly chewed.
Intimidated by a fantasy come to life.
No knowledge needed to press start,
it was an expert game of telepathy.
Your carnivorous mirrored my want.
Hot breath on my arm raised a quiver,
lick my inner wrist. (But do not bite)
How did you know what I needed soft?
An abdominal snowman’s state of mind
fixated on an eldritch view of summer.
Hoarfrost made him catch a craving
for something called Jolly-tinseltoes.
Fixated on an eldritch view of summer
even as his brumal eyes flashed gelid,
he melted at the mention of sunshine.
Hoarfrost made him catch a craving,
side effect of being a valetudinary.
Like a Seer he could taste this treat.
For something called Jolly-tinseltoes
chocolate ice cream with a berry twist,
the world was slush in eternal wintertide.
Our world erased in the blink of an eye,
every song and our periwinkle sky gone.
Fixated on the past our future is lost
left to rot in the void of deleted files.
Every song and our periwinkle sky gone,
it is imperative we take the power back.
The implications cannot be ignored.
Fixated on the past our future is lost,
involuntary chittering a sneak preview.
Drowned and bitter within our humanity.
Left to rot in the void of deleted files.
rage against the machine with a beat.
Can you hear the timer’s countdown?
Beware the entrance to the hypogeum,
unless you want a visit with this lich.
Better me than a breath from a ghast,
blood-curdling is the last thing you hear.
Unless you want to visit with this lich,
walk quickly save your passing glance.
There is only bone sputum here, beware.
Better me than a breath from a ghast,
I am the one who will give you a riddle.
Catacomb inhabitants are bored, beware.
Blood-curdling is the last thing you hear,
ignore that loud undercurrent of curiosity.
There is only bone sputum here, beware.
If life were a musical, a melodic symphony
heightened emotion would sing to the sky.
A ripple that slices into bright thunder,
piano keys would demand you play on.
Heightened emotion would sing to the sky
full of rich vibrato echoing on the wind.
The choir’s call to join and become one.
A ripple that slices into bright thunder,
that harsh attack would take center stage.
It brings about a daft drumbeat at sunrise.
Piano keys would demand you play on,
let every ounce of blood be released
as top hits drip into golden sound bites.
I started flirting with fire,
so intoxicated by incense.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
these shoes demand I dance.
So intoxicated by incense,
breath snuffed and passed.
Eradicated with your graze.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
receiving that standing ovation.
A core memory for my mantle.
These shoes demand I dance,
succumb to bared emotion.
My body and soul turned out.
Each mote of dust that floats airborne
eddies on the light cool balmy breeze
ushered from wide open window
fragrancing the house with summer scents.
Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze,
posies perfuming and performing
petals swishing by outside, free and alive.
Ushered from wide open window
pollen clouds wafts and wanes
settling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep.
Fragrancing the house with summer scents
banishing all the stale still murky air
invigorating all within.
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