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Ode To Womanhood

Forbidden as the fruit in the garden of Eden,
But is merciless as man's carnal desire.
Similarly ripe and succulent,
And provoking instantaneous salivation, 
A desire to taste.
The oasis in a desert of heat and sand,
Quenching the instinctive thirst of man.
The bearer of fruit, 
Giver of life,
The garden in which man plants his seed,
And grants the world mortality. 
Once a symbol of purity and innocence,
The most beautiful of flowers in a field of many. 
Harvesting of such a blossom does not result in decadence,
But instead marks fertility,
And the renewal of that virtue.
Dawning of all existence,
Fulfillment of all desires,
And the divine being of all creation,
Eternally unaware of the power it possesses.

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Beautiful Stranger

She know she's putting her heart in danger,
As she asks for the love of a beautiful stranger.
The elusive inhabitant of her heart and soul,
You're the one and only who can make her feel whole.

Masked by the distance of a thousand miles,
But still unyielding to inevitable smiles.
Amazed by your loveliness to which none can compare,
But of your weak grasp of apathy, she's also aware.

With great diligence does a relationship bloom,
Saving you both from your anguish and gloom.
Yet from deep inside her a hunger lurks on,
Yearning for more of your heart, brain, and brawn.

In the back of her mind she argues and quarrels,
She questions herself and she questions her morals.
Is this desire to love, something she really feels?
Or is it her own remedy for her heart to heal?

You're the only one for which her heart sings,
Should she be allured by such fairytale things?
Can she really feel love or that kind of care,
For an intangible being who's not even there?

She'll build you a bridge to make one of two hearts,
And you'll both take the roll of a less foreign part.
You'll have no need or desire to change her,
And to her you'll be beautiful, but no longer a stranger.

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Love Bug

The smallest, most annoying pest,
Seeks the heartbeat of your breast, 
In search of where to build its nest,
Bites you, and forgets the rest. 

It's venom starts to flow within,
The earth beneath begins to spin,
You fail to suppress an arcane grin,
And know this fluster must be a sin.

Electricity runs through your veins,
Grants strength to free break from your chains, 
Relaxes you from all your strains,
And comforts like a thousand rains.

Your heart and soul embrace confusion,
With open arms greet this intrusion,
Is this Utopia just an illusion?
You're overtaken by dillusion.

This high is almost more than you can take,
Heart beats so fast it starts to ache,
Your every muscle starts to quakes,
Your body's frightened it will break.

You feel the mite begin to hollow, 
To your heart, it's home to wallow, 
Unsure of what is next to follow,
The tension makes it hard to swallow.

It reaches it's last destination,
You can't describe this new sensation, 
You're free of every old frustration,
And a host to a new creation. 

You sigh as every problem slacks,
You melt away like candle wax,
You never been quite this relaxed, 
Yet you still wonder about the tracks.

Of this gnat gnawing at your soul,
Making you, for once, feel as a whole, 
Burning in your heart like fire and coal, 
But can't help but let it take control. 

You close your eyes, your face is smug,
You know its true but still you shrug,
Knowing it's stronger than any drug,
You've been bitten by the love bug.

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You Are Wonderland

If darkness and brilliance could change their ways
You'd be my shadow on the brightest of days.
My shelter from sun, while they drink lemonade
With creamy, pale skin as I cool in your shade.

If bitter and sweetness changed definition,
What I love is your vinegar-like disposition
In a world full of sugar you have the right nip,
That waters my eyes with the tiniest sip.

If coldness and warmth could swap what they mean
You'd be the winter, a sub-zero scene.
Cooling my core until all is well,
While the world burns without you, forever in Hell.

If heavy and light changed their meanings instead,
Then you make me soar like a box full of lead,
When you're not around I'd plunder like wood.
If you gave me a sinking feeling, it's good.

If poison and antidote were reversed in translation
You'd be a black mamba, coiled in formation.
Your venom would save me, as it coursed through my veins
But the cure would just kill me, and leave my remains.

Even if the world were upside down you'd be my inspiration.
Sparking the flame, turning the wheels, helping my creations.
You're the light in the dark, the shadow of day,
You're the thing that makes sense when the world goes astray.

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Brotherhood of Man

Watch out, brother,
An eye's following you,
Watching what you do,
Each movement remembered.
Don't cheat,
Don't steal,
Don't breathe too loud,
Someone's sure to find out.
Each flaw, each mistake,
And blow it up big.
Your life's another production,
A movie or an album.
There's a camera pointed at the Hollywood signed,
And another on a stop sign, pointed at you.
Please, halt at the white line,
Or they'll never let you live it down.

Watch out, brother,
You'll let them in your head,
And they'll eat away your thoughts.
It's less painful and time consuming to open your head,
Hand them a spoon
And let them dig in.
Brainwash isn't just a swirled, black and white spinning background.
It's every advertisement,
Every restaurant,
Every street corner news vendor,
Every word that leaves the mouths of the men and women who are supposed to represent our
fellow man.

Watch out, brother,
Read the words of our forefathers:
George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, and the men who had insight.
They predicted outrageous futures,
But oh, how right they're becoming.
The clock's about to strike thirteen!
Please open your eyes,
There's much to be seen.
Remember brotherhood of man,
An unspoken code of empathy, understanding, and a willingness to lend a hand?
It's melting away into apathy,
An emotion only surpassed by hatred.

Watch out, brother,
You think I'm a skeptic,
But I'm not.
I'm a thinker,
I see truth through a thick smog of lies.
I won't tell you what to see, hear or eat.
I'll only help guide you.
I'll be the lens of a monocle,
To help you see clearer,
But I won't give you answers.
I am not them,
I believe in the freedom of thought,
Think what you may,
Fine by me,
Just promise you'll watch out,
Brother.

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Augustus Gloop

You feel a demon inside of you,
Ripping at you.
It knows you're doing wrong.
Indulging.
You push away thoughts of yourself,
Trembling in the night.
You need it.
You need it.
You need it.
The thought skips,
A broken record in your head, reminding you.
You need it.
The man is here,
A cold sweat breaks across your forehead.
Anticipation.
It's in your grubby hands.
You give the what he came for.
He leaves you to do as you please.
A vile poison drips from either side of your crooked mouth,
Tantalizing the weak.
The reuniting of yourself with it, bittersweet.
It melts in your hands.
Wait a second,
You're the one melting.
You lapsed, but you're happy, right?
Right?
Regret hiccups back at you.
You're going to be sick.
Settle now.
Settle.
Your stomach calms,
As you recline,
Nearly comatose.
Sweet Surrender.

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Elements

She is fire
Raging red and hot through all that surrounds her.
She entices you, drawing you in,
Like a moth to her flame,
Just to singe your wings.
She does not discriminate,
Nobody is safe from her unyielding heat.
She promises warmth and light as the sun,
Shining while the world turns her way,
But leaves you blistered and scared by her burns.
As she departs,
She leaves behind no life,
Only smoking remains of once brightly spirited optimism,
Trampled by the ash-covered footprints of her insatiable rampage.

She is air
Crisp and clean and tasting of the seasons.
She dances and twirls with the leaves across the autumn ground.
She bites and nips with gusts of icy wind in winter's bitter cold.
She tickles newborn spring grass and smells of April rain.
She breezes through summer's trees and refreshes your soul.
Elusive and invisible, she is what the body craves the most.
She may howl and whip through the storms she must weather,
Screeching and terrifying you in the wake of her tornado,
But after is passes, and she calms,
The stillness of her breath
Is her silent apology.

She is water
Serene and tranquil on the surface
But treacherous beneath.
Her secrets are ocean deep,
But her selfhood is a puddle, 
Shallow and deceitful.
She lacks loyalty,
Living life as ever-changing as a river.
If she could, she'd drown herself in the nectar of the damned.
You may try to love her,
But she'll run like a stream.
You may try to hold her,
But she'll slip through your fingers.
And when she erodes you until you can no longer save her,
She'll blame the coldness of your heart
As the reason she's hardened as ice.

She is earth
Wiser than any living creature, 
And more beautiful.
She is the mother of existence,
Giving you the knowledge of time.
She's more majestic than her mountains,
More honest than her deserts,
And more pure than her forests.
She defines home,
Providing shelter, open arms and impartial ears
For all who take a moment to use them.
But you disrespect and mistreat her.
She offers you the truest of riches
And you repay her with pollution.
Her frustration is bottled and swells until she can no longer contain it.
She shakes with fury
And quakes her terrain until it splits,
Overflows her volcanoes,
And slides rocks down her hills and glaciers.
But when she sees the sorrow in your eyes, she stops.
She understands you are flawed
And never meant her any harm.
She nestles you into a peaceful place
And feeds your weary body fruit from her flesh
And love from her core.

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Spitting Venom

You ask me where I've gone to and how I've been,
I stop for a second where do I begin?
It's probably for the best if I don't say what's on my mind.
So I take a deep breath and tell you that I'm fine.
Can you tell that I was bluffing?
That the problem isn't nothing?
That I'm tired of being second string,
Until you need someone to cling
Onto, Because everything is wrong, too,
For you. But maybe it's not,
I'm just guessing, and second guessing.
But I really need to ask you,
How can you sit there with a smile, and be happy,
When it's flat out hypocrisy,
Worse than our democracy,
Leaving your lips, 
My life is not your fallacy,
To screw up, 
Bite into and chew up.
So step off and step down off your platform,
You see I'm just about to transform,
And become reborn.
And I just want to forewarn you,
That you better watch out, 
I'm pulling all the stops out,
And going head on into what? 
I'm gonna find out.
No doubt,
You're not dealing with a girl scout.
I'm done being polite,
And acting alright,
And being just another ear for you to cry in all night.
But when I need you the most,
It's like embracing a ghost,
And there you are on the coast,
Gonna party like the west side.
And while you live it up in the Hotel Cali,
I wonder how am I supposed to stay in the valley. 
So are you ready for my big finale?
I'm done with all this stuff,
Enough is enough.
Talk to me again, when your life's less rough.
When you can actually remember what a friend feels like.
But until you can, you can take a hike.

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Shenanigans

Sitting on a hill with the sun in our eyes,
Blinded by the light, but no one really minds.
Enveloped in music,
Caressed by the grass,
Dreaming of our futures,
Reminiscing in our past.

One kid saw a cloud shift into a dog,
As we lay out on our backs,
A pink sky fades to black.

The fire spits a shower of ash,
But it looks pretty in the dark.
A rain of embers,
A burst of sparks.

We chant and sing together,
To each other, and the sky,
Using melodies and harmonies,
To warm us from the night.

We all start to shiver,
And the fire slowly dies.
My spirit flies,
My heart sighs-,
And I float downriver.

A new day can come,
Yesterday can leave,
But I won't grieve.
I've learned to live and love,
Laugh, smile and grow,
The memories are enough,
To fuel the desire for a tomorrow.

But frankly those nights,
My crowd and those guitars,
Are my happiest moments,
As we unravel by the flames,
Until morning's light,
I'm content.

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Anti-Venom and Aloe

The only thing she ever wanted to was to be the thing he needs,
To heal him when he bleeds,
To dig out all his weeds.
But the truth is  he's remorseless and is full of rage and greed,
And though he sees her beg and plead,
She's just a book he'll never read.
He sees it as a game and it's the kind he loves to play,
Hope on the string he yangs away,
He's there with no promise to stay.
And even though he says he doesn't care, he's in his room,
Content to wallow in his doom,
High off the scent of her perfume.
 
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
 
But she tries to love the one who tears down bridges and builds walls,
Ignoring all her cries and calls,
Treating girls like paper dolls.
Yet he chooses to deceive her with his silver forked tongue,
A piper with the songs he's sung,
Twisting her 'til she's come unstrung.
And god and everyone else knows he just wants someone to follow,
Feeds her booze for her to swallow,
Now from the inside out, she's hollow.
And as her vision starts to blur, she's dizzy and unwell,
With no known cure to break his spell,
She's burning in the pits of Hell.
 
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
 
She may not be a hero or an angel, but she's brave,
'Cause he's the one she wants to save,
And he's the one she'll always crave.
But no one really knows him, he's a master of disguise,
All the words he spews are lies,
Will she ever realize?
When she learns to look beyond his mask her soul my die,
Because all she does is try,
While he leaves her high and dry.
If he pokes and prods her heart, and if his demons domineer it,
She'll scream loud enough to hear it,
No, He'll never break her spirit.
 
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.