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Grey Skies

You'll see that in time
When the skies fade to gray 
I'll be seeing you 
When you squirm away 
But baby 
You'll be writhing back one day 
Because you're on a rope 
Attached to your neck 
Attached to my feet 
Got nowhere to go
Got nothing to see
So baby
Come back to me 
Sit on the steps 
In the alley alongside 
My contortionist brain
Take off your slippers 
Off with your berry beret 
Take off your witchy attitude 
It will all be OK 
You were under my spell 
Listen to what I don't say 
Nothing will be this way
As the sky fades to gray 
All goes away
All goes away

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Gory Glory Allegory

The flaming heavens drip downwards to scold my rotten hairs. My boots are drenched in the tar that is overflowing my world. I might be drowning soon in my own confidential nonconformist reality. My blackened eyes are the product of the array of drunken clouds that fill my skull. My monsters are hungry. I'm slowly being devoured. My rotting legs became distorted under the weight of my sunken dreams. Toes and fingers have curled in the midst of my putrid stench. Nails are torn off and the fleshy blood is steadily vacating. Deconstructed ribs are peeking through my brittle cooked flesh. Waist is twisted away from my molding spine. Arms are twisted four different unorthodox ways. My rearranged face is not recognized by my mother anymore. Mouth where my eyes should be. Ears slathered on my forehead. Maggot infested nose is positioned downside up. My out-of-place eyes smudged sideways and they are dripping. The smoldering lava burn streaks down my cheeks. Facial hair systematically spewing where it should not be. I'm covered in mountains of spewing puss. This is me in all my gory glory.

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Fulfill Our Lust

Arm the world
To arm our selves
To fulfill our lust
For blood that sells
To protect ourselves
And kill with shells
To arm the world
Finance new hell

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Untrue Truths

My beat heart beats
Like a ticking time bomb
Ready to deplete
Ready to compete
With all the other 
lonely hearts club bands
To try to withstand
All the pressurized unintelligent formal 
Untrue truths that measure my informal being among this simplicit surface I stand upon 
The pitter patter of my irregular heart
Sounds like taps when death finally does us part

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Meaningless Complex Sex

Tantalizing paws upon her finessed bust
Potent mindful deception over her anatomy
Forced wrench of her vibrant razzmatazz cowlick
A metamorphic transformation within
Dissonant mar amongst her collar
Whomping breeze out of her bronchi
Writhing towards that holy grail
Orgasmic passion trickles down her spine
Contortionist psyche without a footprint of regret
A Woman brimming with a phobia of reality
Demands to be exposed to her rightful residence
In this hideous terrene around her

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Claim Your Sobriety

People say they're ALONE, a state of living with no home
People say they're AFRAID, fear of living in the shade
People say they're UNWANTED, unchained but not haunted
People say they LOVE, but hide when push comes to shove
People say and do things to be ACCEPTED, and don't think they'll REGRET it
People say they're alright, but BARELY get through each night
They're TANGLED in this mess we call society, full of those who claim their SOBRIETY
Full of do this and not that
What's SKINNY and what's fat
What's cool and what's WACK
People say what they don't mean
People will say things just wait and see
People say things and their just like ME
People say...

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Problems To Our Solution

Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads
Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead
The rain washes away all the dirt 
No more will our roots be hurt 

Whilst in the trees 
We are given our release
A go to place where we
Can make our problems drift away 
Everything seems to fade 
Finally we can stray
Away from the day to day
Take a breath in
Push a breath out
We know we'll be OK

Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads
Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead
The rain washes away all the dirt 
No more will our roots be hurt 

Colorblind to the pollution in the air 
Numb to the acid rain that melts our hair
Deaf to the change that we don't see 
Think of all that our world could be
Whirlpool of predators corner thee
As we're led down a hole in a tree 
But at the end is an open sea
At the end they will not see
Us, because were slain at the world's feet
Let the vultures scream
Because it won't change a thing

Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads
Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead
The rain washes away all the dirt 
No more will our roots be hurt 

The flowers are dripping
Melting point of no return
Flickering glass leaves
Shatter as the earth turns
Ashes are spinning
Need to settle the urn
We sit alone in kindling
Watching the world burn
Soon we will learn
That when we exhale our pollutants
We will have what we've earned
As we watch the world turn

Garden of thoughts bloom inside our heads
Unlike some, our flowers aren't dead
The rain washes away all the dirt 
No more will our roots be hurt

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Through Their Eyes

I embark on this day like any other
Change into my situational attire
Methodically don my gloves
Victim sprawled out not on their own accord
Unsuspected pulling of the plug
Roll out my instruments of death
Begin the killing step by step
Numb the premises of my wrong doing
Poke and prod at the body distastefully arranged under my nose
Suck out the life within
This is where they shall meet their unwilling abrupt end
Turn around and begin again
Sometimes I try to see life through their eyes 
The problem is that their eyes have yet to be open
And their lives yet to truly begin
Words yet to be spoken
Memories yet to be made
Time yet to be spent
But life is now stolen
Lifetimes left unscathed
By the holder's mistakes
It sickens me but I try to remain numb to the feeling
At times I contemplate the morality of my deeds
Until I realize that at the end of each day 
It's still what gets me paid

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08/06/2016

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Ms Mona Lisa

Walked into the diner

Sat down at the bar then I saw her

A woman so fine she could be a painting

A masterpiece with an elegant gleam

Ms Mona Lisa glanced my way

Embarrassed and afraid

I looked at the game

As to vacate my eyes from her view

Dolphins ahead by a few

I'm behind by a lot

Looked back at the broad

Waddled over to the bar

Five seats over, but why so far

I watched her take a seat

To the tender she said I'll drink

A gulp of whisky please

So polite, well mannered and sweet

I hung my head and sighed

A girl like that wouldn't want a guy

Such as me

Oh but all of the sudden

In a half of a second

Mr. feeling came over

Grabbed my shoulder

Lifted me abruptly

And urged me

To stand up and scream

Oh baby baby it surely does seem

That I've fallen in love with you again

Won't you walk my way

So with you I can spend the day

But wait it's just a facade

See my brains a little odd

They say life is just a dream

Oh but life to me is just a drink

That I've gone drunk over

Been in a slump since October

Another day gone by

Where I can't stand by your side

Oh well oh well 

Let another boat sail

And I'll see you in my dreams

Until I see you again

Oh until we meet my friend

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Bug Life

Arms flailing at the sky
Body screeching side to side
Legs spinning with the beat
Looking light on my feet
Flying across the dance floor
Just to moonwalk out the door
Disco lights diminish your beauty
A few staggering steps between
You and me
But we will never see eye to eye
The closer you get the bigger your size
Dont step on me
Don't give me grief
Float away like my leaf
Because I know we cannot be