The world tilts.
I was running all along the soft warm night
The embers
The windows
The fire
Its conscious
It draws me
Together
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to dream
to let the current
If you help somebody
It’s an accident
Cause the world is bloody
Never learn from precedent
It pulses and beats
In hollers and heats
Life flows down streets
Aorta greets
Whatever passes ‘long
Takes it through
Circulation washes right or wrong
You were there just there
And so was the moment
Don’t you know where
You paid the rent
You want the credit
That you’re living on
Always try to edit
Just to get along
So what’s it now
When the coronary
Shows we’ve nothing to sow
Kills your last canary
It’s an accident
Yea, you helped somebody
To see the sense in spent
yea it was dirty bloody
Great heart
You
Yea
You
And
That’s a start
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Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine
When will I rise and tow the drowning line
Long blonde hair
Wicker chair
And
Summer wine
This malaise
The milieu
It won’t be fine
Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine
Dew is rollin by all the time
And
The crow it flies
And
The crow it lies
Dead upon the ground
I hear the sweet sound of Jenny’s laughter
All these pleasant things that we’ve been after
The browning in the sun
The warfare has begun
And
I’m getting on
As the days are growing long
Hours
Our
Hours
For miles
Of stinking pavements
And
dirty shoes
For miles
Of stinking pavements
And
Moody blues
Well now
Which path would you choose
I would ask the crow
He did not respond
He just laid there
And
His bones
They did sow
A recompense of sorts
He found his divination
In these cruel cruel desserts
Ah
Wasted days
Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine
When will I rise and tow the drowning line
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Drums cascade
Tumbling over
Heartbeats made
Tumbling over
Driving shade
Never lower
Now staccato
Effervescing
Now Legato
Subtle dressing
As field
In bloom
As shield
Embracing gloom
Rhythm
All elemental
Natural logarithm
Living fall
Expressing
Thunder sun
Striking dust
One Oh
One
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Serious so serious
You are all so serious
Everything is lead
Mysterious yes mysterious
So mysterious and dead
Without gravity
Pomp and circumstance
How would longevity
Grace your arrogance
You call us fools
You call us clowns
We are but tools
To be herded by the fine gowns
But what if to be so serious
Is not mysterious at all
What if gravity is dangerous
And the reason for the fall
What if ouroborus was more accurate
Than you could predict
A bit less immaculate
Than an emanation of some cosmic writ
What if the serpent that feasts upon its tail
Is God’s commentary on priests who fail
To judge anterior from posterior
And spend all of their mortal days
Up their own ass far from wise Suns rays
O grim so grim is my delight
For its fun to play and tease and fuck and fight
For in the end neither might nor right makes right
There is only…there is only…there is only….
Sight
It is holy…lonely…holy…lonely…laughing….
Sight
This is nothing….
This is SIGHT
Soaring
In
Ghostly
Holy
tRite
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There is a word that says all things of course
If you want to hear it you must learn to see
That see is waves and waves are sound and source
Such sight comes as pulses of light’s subtle symmetry
If now is then instead of when here then is now
I think this maybe something approaching the Zen
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You are ever the tourist
Pausing but briefly so that the stank
A mall store sample of wisdoms perfume would linger on your wrist
You know that if you were being completely frank
You’d own up
That the best kinda living can be
Packaged and bought and slapped on a cup
So go on….Europe is calling
Backpacking trips will have all the soccer moms squawking
Of what a worldly erudite stripling
The suburbs have raised
O the ennui how your eyes they have glazed!
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Empty smell
I sit among it
Wholesome well
Leaves are scattered lit
By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks
There was once a water wheel
In this place by the rusted tracks
Fire and seed
They carried forth what survived of generations
Supplied each need
To those who through wit and luck kept their station
But here
In wholesome depths
Tears draw near
Fire rivers fanned by the empty smell
Sing songs of those who never had a chance to tell
Why do I sit here with the power to spell
When I disappear
Will I meet the million voices
Who dwell here
Amongst fates fickle choices
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Another psychedelic warrior
Made a Powerpoint
Delivered every worrier
By extolling the joint
He rambled and he raved
With corporate precision
How we’ll all be saved
Through just one decision
Slowly he descended from the podium
Dramatic was the pause: assets that depreciate!
Our lives have become tedium
Because simplicity we don’t appreciate
He said as he sold t-shirts, books and mugs to pay for his mercedes
Is this Cheech or Benny Hin?
At least he gets the ladies
Seems we’ll never win
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