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we never did an ounce
of hard work in our life
too distracted by television
we remain infinitely mutable
all our decisions so flexible
come quick and watch us change the channels
so many other signals we could respond too
for you are from another galaxy
and all my inhibitions retired early
i perform various feats of bravery
like stealing butter from your cupboardss
while all of my most intrepid acts
require the utmost of confidence
there are still too many swords here
and not enough ice to shave into statues
what a pity the way we forgave
each other our preferences
fortunately these days we are beyond
the thickest parts of the fray
in this dining room there are several pieces
of your brilliance waiting to be eaten
until with fingers licked clean
you inspect the totality of my being
and i suspect we are now ready to recline
on the omnivorous spines of our ancestors
and blindly worship, the old Mercurius
for the great Trickster still rules our souls
from within the ancient halls of entertainment
that we now pretend to call "a television"
sun and shower
threats of power
gifts of rain
we never complained
sand and paper
tears and make-up
iambic pentameter
we danced naked
in your lightning
all night and day

threats of defiance
never compliance
furniture is our alliance
to refute this reliance
so just sit comfy
and don’t move a muscle
for once you are
installed in your chair
you are aready
halfway there
to becoming a hostage

fights are plenty
but some are so empty
that its tempting to cheer
when you stamp your feet
on the ground so heavily
i will take that pounding lightly
because deep in my heart
i am a humanitarian
and polite as a gentleman
who's dialect is friendly
with a diet so deadly sweet
that its been considered
absolutely as healthy - as eating
your own two hands or feet
bring me your eyes
as an offering
and spare me your comfort
i am a broken heart
and you are my bleeding
it feels like an escape
but its really a mission
lifetimes of ambition
drift towards perdition
are you even aware of
what it is that you're feeding
seek the truth
and see through the *******
you reveal the visions
of beauty and freedom
and confirm impermenant melodies
on isolated themes of driftwood
we observe those moods
we never could describe
as the ancestors lie
beyond our reach
but come to teach us salvation
they guide you
on your way to emancipation
romance may be sweet
but we are in need of victory
and if defeat is not an option
then this might just be a prelude
to the end of another symphony
its in your blood the words that flood
but turn to mud when you don’t speak them
surrender outrage and set the stage for your victory
all is well i can tell by the way
you handled yourself in their company
the light is never mightier
than right before the night
life without sight is a cliche
but for now we must say goodnight
for all the ladies are right
that i am awakening
tread lightly for life is mightier
than our petty plights
to overcome our minds
but the ego is sublime
replied the ironic therapist
festering in the bruised
corners of your cabinets
like ripe fruit
you soothe my headache
late for bed and early to rise
can make you dead as well as wise
Gone are the movements and the bruises
You used to find wandering in the bushes
Should we wait to be reminded (or removed)
Or invite ourselves to their dinner banquets
Sandwich the lies and divide the fines
Between all the guilty parties
Start writing in between the lines
That sanity is truly overrated
Frustrated destinies play
Their rightful part in our symphonies
And restraints are sometimes necessarily elevated

Restore thy faith as grapes from dusty blossoms
Are draped across our tapestries
The goddess reclines in the vines
While we drink her internal smile
And are reminded of a kindness
That is denser than your musty spray of grace
Whenever we have busted through the fray
To find our equivalent tomorrow

Today is the wedding of the breath
It meets the edge of a melting glacier
And the ice queen sinks her teeth into your neck
If you would just bequeath her your health
You'll be pleased to let her stay awhile
You'll find the mild weather a respite
From all your infernal traveling
These frozen hours deny our living
While being hunted for your truth
You are getting used to it, being used that is
So remove the curtains and dance ****
For I suppose we may just be getting the hang of it
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