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My music
Breaks the stage
Spilling blood
Giving faith
Its so beautiful
Its just a thought I have

The heartbeat
About to explode
That's the vibe
I'm going for
Its intensity
Its brutal truth

Take it back down
Give it a moment
Black and white
Orchestra of an album

Only image
To break a mold
Taking too much
And asking for more
Because its never enough
We can be soft together

And then we'll rise
Crescendo to a drop
That's the feeling
I want to have
How progressive
How primal

Take it in stride
Its a part of us all
Red and yellow
Orchestra of expression
I see it all
A world as it was meant to be
Maybe not forever
But right now
My hands
Her body
The best way to feel
I won't turn off the lights

I see it all
I want to see it all
She feels it all
Its heaven
Its everything that it should be
It's all my dreams
What the **** is wrong with people
How can I salamander in a river
Can I salamander
Hanging with salamanders
At the **** based farm
Salamanders are crazy
Cardboard carborators
A salamander band
Playing bad great music
Satanic salamanders
Soup and blind melons
Salamanders
This better blow your mind, or at least make you giggle a little
Just glad
To be alive
What's really important?
I wanted to love
To be loved
But being love isn't happiness

Its all you ever are
Its the way noises
Can be joyful or sorrowful
And in that way
That the noises
Become our favorite songs

Whenever I hear this song
I think of you
I've never heard it before
Its new to me
But vaguely familiar
Its a memory I made being made
i seek it everywhere. i go long nights into high noon
with my pruning shears and my audacity, to snip blooms
from the moon's fist and shadows from my chafe heel...
clamoring over sharp stones and soft clods of moss sod
unwavering. unassailable and unmatched.
i grasp the happy dream by the mane of it's night-mare
and ride her through the marsh and bog.
i greet the day with a handful of blue lemons
and toss them into the wishing well
along with last year's eyes that saw you leave me
for the spit of a camel on an iceberg*.

and ennui go.
Hypotonic collusions
Rising in osmotic lesions
An eruptive soul reversion

Emissions of embered logs
Each lightening with a glow
A youthful straw of clemency

Pollinated sandals, handled
Gripping the flesh in vessels
Houses of lost and unreal dreams

Vicarage gardens of suppression
Masticated in delegated abstractions
A surmise of death and redistributions

Each a beat rise, slide on frosty ice
Un-enveloped in seasons of erosion
Delusional commotions sprawled

In the dance of the ecstatic programming
The body waved and led in hypnosis
******* with the intangible essence

To make sense a revised tense,I fence
Straying in lenient lunacy to fields afar
A merry to ferry the phoenix dance

Rattles shaking in transit translations
Drums pause settling in finesse pond
A coitus of dimensional valour and vice
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