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The Missing Piece

My Life is definitely trying to tell me something....
It is almost certainly painting a picture, but I can't see what it's a picture
of.
It's been a series of Magic Moments, Crushing Blows, surreal and unfortunate
events, earth shaking events, Redemption, Redemption, Love!
Unfathomable events! Such incredible luck!
Like I was who the term "Nick of Time" was intended for.
Like somehow, I was already me before I existed?
How could that be? Have I been here before?
Such bizarre coincidences. I've willed a fictional character into existence.
I'm Santa too. Good Ol Saint Nick.
Robin-Hood? Me.
What else is there? Oh yeah, Im the kid from Free Willy.
Me and my hero, my real father, SHOULD have the same birthday.
I was born a month prematurely....And a day late.
My grandfathers my real grandfather, but my fathers not my real father. That
shouldn't be possible, but is. Can you figure out why?
Homer, Shakespeare? My work. Welcome.
Hitler, Napoleon?
I didn't do that.. those guys went nuts on their own...
Witch Trials? Was there. Human Error. That was how rumors got started.
Egypt! Finally I can tell all the secrets, I was... O, Hang on. Technical
glitch here.
My producer said to switch subjects....
Which reminds me, who took switches to their subjects? Any Kings? Slave owners?
Wife beaters? General power abusing fat head pigs here tonight?
I'm here for you...
I'm only 5'7", God made a long story short.
Jesus was Rome a good time!... No, no, I'm actually asking Jesus....He said no.
Hey! Who was that? Halt! Who goes there?
Im still the same person.... maybe you've changed. I know I have.
But the core structure hasn't. I'm still the same shape.
It's unbelievable, when you put together all the little jagged, broken,
misshapen pieces of my life, they fit neatly in a perfect square. 
It shouldn't be able to...But somehow.
It does.
They come together to form a 5D Technicolor Square. Violently Rocking back and
forth as it pulsates out light like a quasar.
A music box capable of envisioning the whole artistic direction for the band.
Pablo Escobar meets Roger Stone.
How am I? I'm doing ok. What gives me hell?
Who the hell am I? What the hell am I? Where the hell am I? And why the hell
am I here?... I'm not sure. Time will tell. Could be awhile. Could Fly by.
Every time you think you've reached the end of me, Every time you think you hit
a dead end.
I tap you on the shoulder, I shake my head and smile, and I whisper,
"There's More....Here's the Missing Piece"
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Birds and the Beavers

Well,
You know me, 
I'ma busy bee,
And you're an eager beaver.
Let's get this den shakin'
For we know it,
Spring is gunna be here.
Who gives a damn?
We can make our own,
And pollinate.
Make our own brood, who Caccoon'd in your own womb.
Sing our own tune, Lay together and watch their soul's bloom.

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Riddle Me This

Riddle me this,

What exists? 

Does a fairy tale? Does a myth?

What about the number 6?

Does stiff really, mean stiff?
 
And if,

It doesn't, then what exactly does that make what? 

Who discovered another species of stuff that we make up?

A feeling, an energy,

A new unknown frenemy.

A quantity, commodity, an unknown entity.

Top secret hidden agendas, undercover intentions lead,

You to the brink of destruction trying to erase the image of all things that you've seen.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, 

Life is but to dream, momentarily.

The illusion of a playwright,

All commencing in a ceremony.

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Dear Blank-Heads

Dear,

Dear,

Dear... Whoever this is too.

The collective unconscious, the universal "you".

Anybody who's listening,

I thought, but I never knew.

I Swallow, before I chew,

I'm a swallow who never flew.

Like how Jesus Christ was a Jew, and Islam preaches, peace, 

In

All their teachings. 

How many different ways can we read things?

Pre conceived notions. Media misleading.

Directly, directing, 

And pointing people to where it's bleeding.

You can save your Mom, for a small fee,

This is the country we call free?

'Well don't say that, they still let us watch TV.' 

I think the real problem here, is most of you aren't breathing. 

Been transformed,

to unthinking, unfeeling, colicky little,

TEETHING TODDLERS!

Whining, crying, peeing, NOT REALLY SEEING,

What act-ual-ly-is,

Going on here...

All think were sailing straight ahead when really

Our Governments gon' queer.

In P'Town sipping tall beers,

Every press conference, bring a beard.

Hypocrites, living in fear.

What's wrong with honest and clear?

They told me 'You can't handle the truth!', and tried to shoot me.

I'm a hallo-gram of a hallow man,

Didn't notice em' go through me.

They froze, said, 'Oooh, spooky.'

The next few scenes,

Are based loosely offa' Platoon, I dunno know if you seen it?

Well I'd advise that you bring along your new crew-ci-fix, 

Cuz you about to view-you some-gruesome, twisted,

Sick, Wicccc-ked- acts,

As a response, to this, REDIC-ULOUS! Lack-of,

Pas-sion.

The definition of your jobs, that y'all still 

AIN'T GRASPIN!

This Flacid, 

Fast-talk, that, 

WE ACCEPT FOR PASSIN!

I say 'hey, why don't we all share together,' I hear 

"Only cuz its in fashion"

We don't check the way that we're acting,

This nation ain't gonna last long.

In these Glutenous Hunger Games?

I'd be more happy on RATIONS!

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Space

Space..space....space...

I'll give you your space...

As long as that,

You don't give my love away....way.... way...

I'm Lost in...

Space.

I'm In outer space...space...space...

And I'm scared if that,

You did I may float 

Away....yay.yay.

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My Darling, Dancing, Damsel

I've got a sickness,

A truly twisted condition, It's vicious,

You just name me what your wish is, and IT IZZZZZZ.

My lone command.

I'll give my heart to a lonely dancer, that's a damsel.

Who leaves me distressed... 

She's such a handful.

I like to stay out late,

Drink, pop pills and gamble....

Watch the sunrise and ramble.

But Oh, she loves her a scandal!

My baby, she's an, Insta,

Gator.

You thought she was tough on the waiter?

Try dating her.

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Wake Up

I think it's time I wake up,

Call it an early night.

I don't care about the customer,

I'm the one whose always right.

I'll take the whole bottle myself,

I'll save a few for snorting.

Or maybe for once,

I'll get some sleep,

Make it a late morning.

Try to catch a few Z's like 

Fish were lured by the sound of snorin'

N' count these sheep up like if there's one more, than before, then,

We musta' let a wolf in.

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Same Spot

I had a stroke of Genius,

In a brief, moment of peace.

But then I lost it,

I've searched tirelessly since, I'm exhausted.

I went to visit where it happened yesterday to see if lightning strike twice,

But the moment had passed away.

Well, I guess that there,

Is just what a moment does, it comes and then it passes,

It's what it was and it's done.

It's gone,

It's over, and you'll never see that thought again,

It's the same thing with people, like,

Family, Lovers, and Friends.

You can smell yourself but can they smell you?

It depends.

How long before they catch a whiff? Just how long can you censor it?

Before they've noticed the differences?

In your attitude,

Changes in your behavior.

The questions you can't answer.

They know that you're not the same person.

So everyday,

You continue with the same hurt,

But you can turn cancer to great work.