| Let the thoughts of the night dissolve
just close your eyes and resolve
breathe up and down and in and out
let the nights of your thought resound
Tell the stories of angels and jokers
Let the Fables forecast our death
Hear the trolls and the gnomes come a marching
at the corner of ear and brain
Spring up Fall down Summer in the town of
where we used to live.
Rise up, Rage now if love allows
but time is up again
yes time is up again.
Dark day, dull night for me to find
the truth behind our lies.
The things you say are make believe
they make me believe in us
Here she comes from above
as my eyes turn around in my head -- to the place where we live.
What a beautiful place I have found, where we swing; we dance; we sing.
Spring up Fall down Summer in the town of
where we used to live.
Rise up, rage now if love allows
but time is up again
yes time is up, again. |
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| Light pours into our soil.
Pale white stairs reach from ankle to moon.
With all the angels watching,
I climb
and time
slowly drifts away
limpid steps take me from earth to god
from Earth to God
Oh my God...Oh My God...Oh my God
Down below the workers plow
the earth that spins for us, and
cities blink on and off and on and off...
the urbanites are busy.
And God is watching us
now
Tarot cards foreshadow that systems flashing white than black will quickly meet their sorrow
We'll redefine the term, Low.
Oh my God...Oh My God...Oh my God
Mystic mirages barrage my existence
and yet
I still call your name.
Oh my God |
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| Mostly I feel that I can't feel or maybe I think that I haven't felt in a long time because I'm not able to be truly honest with myself, or maybe I just need to find a new honest because my true feelings are outttraggeous.
But I keep telling myself they're not. There are definitely two drastically different possible destinations depending on whether my perceptions are illusions or not. All I want is one of these destinations, good or bad, so I can know where I am. |
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| twitch nose smile
watching
beneath the commotion
admiring
hand touch whisper
above the commotion
wave kiss wave
a new commotion.
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| white or red or pink or black
sky or ground or bed
days from nights
and thoughts from heads
they all pass waving, smiling. |
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