I never really title them, hence the numbers. I hope you enjoy them.
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Dual meanings meaning duels
Are they brittle screws or powerful tools?
If you knew, would acquittals be due?
As soon as high noon would you be the resolver?
Or would you be quicker to draw your revovler?
Try acting diplomatic,
Let's make it prismatic
Before it gets schismatic.
But you always have to have it Socratic
If it isn't sporadic
It's anticlimactic
It's null and it's static
How do we speak the same language but suffer the barrier?
It happens so frequently but we act like we're new to it
All words lost in translation like I'm some kind of tourist
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Talking to myself
If I call it a mantra, they won't think I'm crazy
If I look like I'm working, they won't say I'm lazy
I say that I'm thinking, so they don't think I'm spacing
Out.
I'm a versatile guy
If I never learn to fly
I'll take up diving
I'm unlacing shoes I'd rather be tying,
So let's go barefoot.
Everyone has their own quirks
But here's how love works
It starts out seemingly perfect
But we know how boys and girls get
It's over just as soon as it begins
One of them agrees to be friends
The other one feels not too dissimilar to a charred burn victim.
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what do you do when
everything that's glorious
later turns notorious
cold war threats begin to worry us
soon people get uproarious
the masses clash and
backlash with malice
bring forth wars to settle scores
light up the skies like aurora borealis
bombs go off in our ears
then starts blurring what's clear
so we're denied the right to our eyes and our ears
to make the war a holiday in a year?
the end justifies the means, victory is near?
now tomorrow's headlines lie: pigs fly in red skies
white spies with blue eyes and black ties don red blazers for this funeral
ragged flags snagged at half mast, inverted
poor blacks on crack while their brains melt like wax, subverted
taken aback by the fact that we spat back, and they heard it
now cash backs facts in this land gone mad perverted
wake up from your coma and smell the aroma
of roses to hide the stench of defeat
the future is a foot on our face with a cleet
stand up straight so it digs in deep
and from their podium, they begin to preach
a hollow and biased, pandering speech
about communists, witches, terrorists, nazis
we call ourselves righteous, we call them ungodly
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It seems I speak in parentheticals
To you, what I say is forgettable
To me, it's all regrettable.
At best when I'm pressed to express myself
I sound pathetic and unintelligible
A cryptic elipses eclipses our relationship
Turning love into a bullet wound stitched and slicked with styptic.
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you are the strings of a cello
i'm nothing more than a bow
without me, you still sound so beautiful but
without you, i'm just horsehair and cat guts
i'm ticket stubs, cigarette butts,
cashed bud that leaves you resin for a present
i'd live to give you reimbursement
milk goes sour when it's not used for noursihment
just the thought of you is enough encouragement
make your mark, leave your stain
put your graffiti on my train
it's known love is fickle
and broken hearts don't tickle
everyone gets hurt a little
but when this all fizzles
my heart won't just get brittle
i'll be entirely crippled
and i walked into it knowing that
fully cognizant of the fact
that you'll devastate me
and i may never quite heal back
just please don't isolate me
i want to see our hero react
to the love of the leading lady
i'm excited for the second act
drop the curtain, take a bow, fade to black
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my heart's not
where my mind's at
i want to start but
you just want your time back
what is 'different but the same?'
you say that it's a change
for the better
replacing 'give and take'
with 'bend or break'
all in a single letter
or to make it two
and let
the space between 'i' and 'u'
get confused and misconstrued, governed by the
alphabet?
and yet
to you it makes sense
while i sit on the fence
you speak in past tense
and make it condensed
abriding the novel we've written
to you, the book's closed
but i'm still writing foot notes
you think it's over, but i'm still writing corrections
all of these incomplete sentences
and the ones we used prepositions to end with
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He isn't deaf, yet still desperate to hear the sound
Of her muddled voice, a puddle of noise in which he's willing to drown
This time it's designed in his mind
Twice primed
And coated with red paint
Immaculate to him, she dons a halo like a saint
She isn't perfect, but how could she be?
Love is made of fetters and tethers, he never asked to be free
What angel did she kill to get her harp?
Intoxicated by her sinful smell, he begins to sin to be sent to hell
He knows he loves her until it's almost perverse, but like a curse
It's no palindrome in reverse
Obsession to mask his repression but he's never learned his lesson
To him it's a session
To her, a profession.
I don't know why, but #2 made of think of Mike Skinner from The Streets. I can almost hear him singing those words to some wicked scazzy beat (no, I don't know what that means either).
I suppose I can see that, but now I can never read it without a British accent with my inner monologue.