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I'M Bad Company

I walk into a cool place with friends, I'M bad company
I engulf myself with knowledge, geniuses say I'm bad company

I act alone, To me I'm bad company,
When helping others, In the end. I'm bad company,

I try motivating everyone, I'm bad company,
Me and you try so hard to get along, yet I'm the bad company,

I've learned to write what I hear, all I hear is I'm bad company,
I've learned to read but all there was to read is I'm bad company

Copyright © Dreau Yzaguirre | Year Posted 2013



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The Grand Escape

the ride of our lives was,
on our way to an amusment park,

out in the wooded area, we saw exotic birds pass the vehicle,
multi-colored flowers sprouting on the curb, insects in their imago,

just pure excitement. As my fingers goes down the window,
visualizing each creature on my fingertips,

taking its sweet little time,  it climbs up and down before these creatures
begin to fly, in search of a new land to go to,

like us, we may never come back again,
seeing this first hand, remembering all that pass,

 through my eyes, is enough realization to sink inwards to my brain,
that this landscape, is the place to release your mind,

The Grand Escape.

Copyright © Dreau Yzaguirre | Year Posted 2013

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Lonely Society

oh, when your family life depends on disability checks coming in the mail,
food stamps to eat a good meal, it sucks, because it's the same routine,

over and over, month after month, nothing to get by, oh, yea we have
clothes on our backs to keep us warm during harsh cold days,

but if respect got lost it'll immedialty turn to grey, in this lonely society
called home base, where narks get bad impressions from everyone,

socials get jacked were the identity can't be identified, so they'll spy,
try to get the truth from the hood, where no one's fellings are ever understood,

we're all under the rug, which must mean we're all considered hoodlums doing dumb,
but we're the under-rated group loosing control, as a whole we make up a big majority

of enterprise to bring down this lonley society, to swing on a seat with strings, to run, have fun, come out our houses and speak about principles of the world,

 which would be to defend the defensless on this planet from creul intentions including humanity why oh, why you lonely society did you bring me into a way of life, which hardly anyone sees insights

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Mocking Bird

mocking bird, mocking bird, what a beautiful lovely chirp,
mocking bird, mocking bird, what beautiful feathers,

mocking bird, mocking bird, you have beautiful colors,
mocking bird, mocking bird, what a beautiful lovely verse,

mocking bird, mocking bird, you have a beautiful way with words,
mocking bird, mocking bird, because of you, theirs lovely weather,

mocking bird, mocking bird, you will teach I will learn,
mocking bird, mocking bird, teach me everything that you've heard,

mocking bird, mocking bird, thank you for giving me your tunes,
mocking bird, mocking bird, it'll be a privilege we both sang blues

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The Plague

MERCY MAKERS, BLOOD SPILLERS, HEAD COLLECTORS,
ARE KEY FACTORS IN HIS WORK,

RUNNING AROUND DECAPITATING MEN & WOMEN AGING
PAST HALF A CENTURY,

CATCHING EVERY LAST BREATH THEY HAVE LEFT IN A JAR,
SO THEY CAN LISTEN TO THEIR SCREAMS,

WHILE HE GOES TO SLEEP, RIDING ALONGSIDE A RAGE HE RELEASES
EVERY HUNDRED YEARS, FROM HIS DARK DEPTH,

CAGE, TRAVELING LIKE MIST, CHOKING EVERYONE IN IT'S WAY
THE PLAGUE WILL DEVOUR A CITY IN HOURS, A STATE IN DAYS,

A COUNTRY JUST IN A WEEK, A WHOLE ENTIRE CONTINENT WITHIN A MONTH

Copyright © Dreau Yzaguirre | Year Posted 2013



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Don'T Worry

2x Listen, don't worry about how tough life is , dog, get over it & you reach to accomplish alot

yours might come as a car, always breaking down on a curb,
 remember, keep it in your heart, even though life tumbles, doesn't mean it's over,

get back up, tell yourself you could set standards on what you put a spell on,
just hope there's no carma or bad luck to sail your way led by your tears,

hold it down & always speak and repeat
2x listen, don't worry about how tough life is, dog, get over it & you reach to accomplish alot

when you fail don't give up, lift up, your body mass, go towards the light,
reach the limit, collect your digits &follow your mind,

risk every moment, don't stop, keep going, just play it safe when there's a cop
around the corner, you have the habit still to cry & wine alone at the dinner table,

because no ones here for you to hug but please hold it down, speak and repeat
2x listen, don't worry about how tough life is, dog, get over it & you reach to accomplish alot

beat everyone who is on your level, when you win, raise your hands high, touch the sky,
that's your limit, don't give-in to anybody, the dream's waiting,

for an aquaintance it could spread love to then &there, instead of first putting some money in there hands so they could travel the distance, take your time,

it's gonna come, just make sure all day, everynight, before you sleep, 
and after you awake, hold it down, speak & repeat

2x listen, don't worry abut how tough life is, dog, get over it & you reach to accomplish alot

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The Location

you can believe me when their happans,
to be clashes between these two spiritual beings,

one which holds the power of all suns, the heat, scrutinizing the universe daily,
waiting for a wormhole to rise in side the milkyway,

to release a strange illuminescence of golden colors,
the spirit that brings wreckage will mark the location,

within the stars, so the light sha'll go incognito, following the constellation,
of all directions, always keeping a good-eye, for who tries, to strike,

with full force, especially rocks filled with life, deciding to pull forces,
together not knowing this entity might lerk near,

quietly, causing havoc amongst other spheres,
damaging life-cycles with destructive years,

of torture and bright beams, like flames,
then, into the far distance something shines clean, 

follow it through the galaxy ,wonderinf if this shine leads,
to the darkest gates?, the most wicked place?,

but leads to a world called earth,
is this where the wake of horror returns

Copyright © Dreau Yzaguirre | Year Posted 2013


Book: Shattered Sighs