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Golden Locks

Golden Locks

within the minute of retreat your back is tuned to your enemy's chorus
harmonic to your freedom, measured by compassion, anxiously seeking their humanity
thought ascending from stars see's an ounce of mercy surrounded in darkness
a defeated purpose which drove them to the heavens
those who have reserved hope find some place to accept the truth
a test of how far our courage outlast the chaos from all life's passed
mystery's enlightened path never reached the end of suffering
to the likeness of a fumbled method
we could now follow like the atoms of Eve
disconcerted absence to our eutrophic eyes
spreading legs like artificial soul
momentarily creators of their own excitement
movement supported by those who think your great
everybody who realizes the dream
shape your reflection and let the background find it's own feet
Apparent peace soon merged with equality
freedom's lark rests on the soles of a war monger's foot
peace showed up in a fresh pair of socks
the talking corps relates a message conspired by his earthy tones
sighting the great spoils and burnt offers of a desired sin
while designs of old are searched for something missing
past events re-invented an old tool of the government this ambiguous wireless chip
lets us say all of thing they can tax and the rest we make it our garden patch

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Gorgon

Gorgon
standing at the edge of time
only sure of it's last breathe 
No fight here in between the sheets of urban meth
Fighting with no weapons except Alla gator bite words
From Queen to king torn policies on structured kin
But in the night of surrender true to vacant calls of leanna 
At cost to pen my cosmic friend turn ghostly, turned alien call me crazy call my words ripe for the picking
What peyote dreams out does kind with a potion of pair of dice  
A sea of cacti lent
That frequency matches the tide that pounding wave of goodbye
When is done Gorgon eats city and towns 
Ashore no more and little town of nodders and street hustlers what of me paradigm ends
Anchors away to that day
Saying Goodbye to gravity

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Atomic Canary

Atomic Canary
Angels seed
The death bell tolls to the masses
Putin ill be your dog
Netanyaho  ill be your dog
I love this land
This is where I want yo die

Sing a song
Soul from the Earth
All of us  tresspass    
Some other country wants your ass
Not direct assimilate
You out on a street leaving your home 
Lay down your arms
Leave torture to horror shows and horror shoes 
A Cruel subjugation to remain
No name Generals 
Agressive canaries 
I saw angels renegation
Turn your water on
War be a boring 
So make some tea
Innocence of a god prayer word
The innocence of a crime
Defeat me arches back back back
Disposing  substance OG
Evil tourists
Fake rich
All in the way
We take your one life away 
So much truth in homeless
Cherished mansion
A surreal prosperity
A tattered shack  
In front of my fireplace 
I read a book
Its not Captain Hook
It's time to see what is
One life and what we give and what we take
Who decides
Our fate

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Walking Away

New born but never again, what about love , does it hide with luck

If you will be my wishing well, I will be your lucky penny

lost on purpose in the fortress of protected hearts

sinking deep so deep suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, I walk away

A passion that takes me to when i was young, but must there be ambition, and what about fun

why not as a promise of forever to be yours, no written clause,never known where ambiguity falls
I am blind and can not get their.. without you,
You take me away

what do you change
you just wreck and bend before you fall
she has my pictures on her walls
to protect your heart, she never calls
I have lived a life with love undefined
romance not even a dream, no place to share, no sweeping wind

to go where there is a heart that beats in unison with mine
where there is more than trust,honesty and judgement
freedoms dirty lil price,i walk away
wondering when love will dust off it's glove
goldee bird falcon and missy the cat went out to play
she takes her for a ride never to come back

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What Separates Us From Zombies

I have never seen Love as anything , but a way of life. A feeling that can be a main driving force, a motivation to be confident and successful , to know and experience this gift you have given with all your heart with no expectations. To stand by with care and selflessness,except to better yourself and carry on through life knowing you did your best to help at least one individual in any way you could.

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Shangri-La

I just hear bugles i just hear trumpets and horns
I am the fool a slayer of rule an androgynous clone of make believe
thought a trance, sometimes not knowing what's real as free a rational ability
I have barely cried and yet cry more everyday for the equinox of tyranny and hate          
selflessness and greed, A story of Kuwan-Yin
were you the mind or the body or neither, or have you gone too fast around that bend and 
do you have answers that don't end
he is not of this earth as sin does fine within a wreckless statesmen's stride,one left for homi 
right for sui's, putting it all on the Ritz
fat crackers on paper plates and moving cars where there ought to be people
our savior will not be driving a beam-er
balls crushed by these crippling cars, from my first cigarette to my car stereo 
aways thinking she's my girl. I'm sure i was a taxi, with loneliness my meter
look the hundreds we save foregoing the gas pumps and those 
no duty fags that bust your ass
the privilege to put money into a bad deal until someone buries you at the wheel like a good 
captain you go down with your hero's grip ,down with your ship
look at those campers who like nothing better than plug in they're bug zapper and radios, we 
plug our brain into some machine, that spits us out in search of gold
drowned this system from it's consuming desert 
decide what time forgot, before we 1st decided life was more and we have less
and lesser chance to strike, let's split on a cheap camel, it'll carry your gold
we grab what life throws, and now it takes to prolong a species cause. It knows a life so 
brutally evolved, our memory could succeed where others failed, 
but one, frankly it had to start with a mom a manger was as pod and the wisemen robots

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Old Signs Stay True

Trespassers will be shot


I Survive not as a man but as a human being
I' am level but bent elements of life cast in a mutant haze
to come close to satisfaction my only compromise
brought up in abstract wars defending the ludicrous redundant whores
planning a future where money takes all but the hard lines on our face and our leather
patched jeans

Oxygen all used up in this arrogant world
where dog eat dog and nothing is obscene or absurd
the knowing don't advertise just to profit from a mind carelessly drifting away
improving methods to make a living from violence with pseudo safety at your fingertips
chilled ocean waves freezing deep inside the sweat of the mid day sun
creative masters all degrees, fun youngers all diseases
laughter patiently mocking paranoid trips, kids dolls locked in a zoo
beautiful heroes and spirit imbued
what is brave an answer to your possession
the listing struggle collecting tax from a citizen willing to pay if they'll just explain
cash is their mandate, and fear is their weapon
your not safe in your domain because we've made it a price to defend
playing god compared to taking life but nature is it's own entity
replication is insane ask god if we are the same
where is the book of legends which guides us, reincarnates the process to find us

allowing acts in revealing you
a chain that carries a ball a warning to the residence of Shangri La
prisoners of withdraws and the timeless is at hand to polish hatred to distract mankind
what of John Lennon or Hitler without a madman plot
our future lies in our will
If Christ should appear, would he be dressed in Kevlar with an army of tears

free is not to live in fear, free is all the guns at the bottom of the sea
everything oil,plastic,automobiles,trans fats,poverty and hatred
pied piped by anti Federal mannequins
the closest to representation we will ever get
animals are to be respected and learned from
they have no fight with man but a common strife
the first signs of humanities decline will come venerable brave
tell me we don't have the intelligence and wisdom to proceed without weapons
what if armies used food and care in an assault on the troubles of the world
can i have a wonderful life and feel good about being eaten by a bear
when less is praised but no fearless embrace
not even a word, you are trespassing in our world
intelligence and passion make up our bullet proof suite
don't underestimate the possibility you harbor a killer in your garage
i' d rather be killed by a bear, than road kill

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Gone Fishing

The curious events of a man
Turning paper into bones
Lifting Earth to find some clue
Walking backwards to hide the truth
After missing the silent rising sun
Which can only rise by supporting eyes
As the anticipation of a child
For now he rests his squeeking doors and animated shades
A business of indoor fishing in the River Hades
Not the first, nor the last to be caught by his own bait

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The Missing Peace

She had a shark in her shoe
The doubts they just crash and tolled of pain a cry, I’m insane
Bodies broken just left to lie on the fields of inventing a new past
Relenting misrepresenting align to everything we once were
Wait but don’t stop, fall but don’t drop, someone’s cigarette smoke in your face
It puffs out to hold you its hostage, I can’t match your power, I attested in disdain acquitted remitted of appearance, a life of bold and honest to their purpose
I can’t see the bad, I can feel it, but all I see is good, but I can’t feel it
You are karma the act of the past the mission of the gods who laugh and interlope being a business of bland
My thoughts are with me to no longer search to be captive and to feel no bounds and loose my chains 
But it’s a game, to see an age and see what matches is found by courage, with no pill, no wine
Now washed up on the shore, from somewhere foreign a tropical paradise, off with the shoes, home sweet home 
 Feeling good out for a swim surrounded by sharks

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Drumming the Way

Trying to find
The happiness of 
Trying to find
The way
They kept him on life support
I sat outside and would not move
He had suffered greatly from his heart attack
I tried to pray but I had no connection
I had an old original native drum
Could I have found a connection
To where he went 
When he left his soul
It must have been that decease that almost
Wiped us out
Without you I'd be in disbelief 
The answer on the face where the diamond shined
Now there is suffering in our hearts
I see the retreat the escape from this dreary city
Standing naked in the breeze
Does it mean the freedom of a dream
She behaves that way in an unreal life
Part of a force we do not see
Defending goodness 
Is that the force
What has living Morphed into
A day pass from prison
For the murder of Glory
Help me believe a spirit to be true
Help me see what a miracle is supposed to be
Of spirit, of drug and a mistake or two
Along the way