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Lucy Tonic May 2015
A new world opened up today
Right before my eyes in May
An asphalt jungle of barren space
Transformed to a marketplace
Of shaking hands and lazy feet
Of sweetened sweat drawn by the heat
Of spices, mixtures, drink and dine
Of herbs and paper, food and wine
Where freelance poets and barefoot souls
Can wonder in a wandering flow
Where worry's gone and work is done
And getting lost is half the fun
Till 'neath your soles is verde lush
And gathering is quite the rush
When singles, triples, droves and pairs
Unite in glee at what they share-
A celebration worth the fare
For exorcism of despair
And when the artificial lights
Dim amidst the stars in flight
I'll ponder in my solitude
Why blissful moments still elude
Lucy Tonic May 2015
Fate will find you on a still, moon-filled night
Lying on the shores of a black pool of ink
So you dip your pen in, and then you begin
To slowly lose your ability to think
But chaos bubbles up, the reversal of all order
The mind begins being pulled apart by the senses
Desires may enter your ocean but should never move it
Still, in the daylight, the urges are relentless
So I pray, let me be pale-faced
By a white dwarf illumination
Let me lie in a dreamless state
Process of elimination
And when my nightmares are relinquished
I’ll chant something like OM
Wishing I’ll return to the stars
My one and only home
Where’s your vantage point
In the empty jungle of space
Lick, chew, ****, swallow
The moon contains our taste
So are you here to conquer,
Destroy or explore?
Find the baby in the bubble
And open up the door
Lucy Tonic May 2015
This is the theatre of bubblegum dread
A daily dose of drama for your head
Mythic proportions, gloomy with steam
It made the top ten in your dreams
Avant-garde and ancient still
Calm but violent is his will
Here’s a dose for your blood and spine
Subtract those who ain’t alive
Apocalyptic, judging sneer
Fields of green by yellow smeared
Pure expressions of existence and joy
But school is out, no more films or ploys
Surrender to the unwaking moments
Soul of a clown, basked in loneliness
Psychological heart trip-up
Be careful or you might get stuck
Storms roll by when you’re with your cosmic mate
A chess game for the ******, a wave to fate
Drowned the lizard in a make-believe Rhine
It only cost you about three dimes
Lucy Tonic May 2015
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Stadium of rock, stone in my boots
Rolling boulders with my amulet noise
This is my sixth limb, rather my extension
Watch me roar, shake this gorge
I ****** the peasants, the Pharisees and lords
They gave me the spotlight , I gave them my creed
A mutual yet flimsy roll of the dice
But I promise, at night, I put my halo back on
I promise, at night, I say my little prayers
And when I weep, I weep salty tears
And when I ride the snake
Amidst the purple haze
Like a flower in the sun,
I think about a girl

The journey, the chaos
The spiral, the fluid knot
A gamble with Saturn
But oh, to be the vessel
I should have sensed
A lottery changing hands
But not in recompense
Past the fiery sixes, swept up in seven's bliss
Rolling with the eight-***** , now clenched in nine's fist
But deep inside its dour palm
Lies a truth-
It won't be long
(The first cut is the deepest,
The last scar is Eden-bound)
Lucy Tonic May 2015
Dancing like the ancients
From a potent wine
All those deep in slumber
Move their lips in time
The paramour is exiled
In suffering she grows
While the crowd of people loud
Harbor sins of old
The cosmic wheel keeps turning
Hardened hearts’ its fuel
The soul gains scar tissue
The judgment is too cruel
For those that go astray
Like wild children roam
Will be removed like cancer
For the curse that’s in their bones
Stubborn is the ruler
Who loses his right mind
When future grace is pointless
Death will seem too kind
The glass beads of Manhattan
The sickle and the hourglass
What on earth cannot be purchased?
What on earth has no dim past?
We circle our own planets
Like yielding specks of rock
For if we walk off our timeline
The void awaits unlocked
Lucy Tonic May 2015
From the mud to the stars we sail
Space derelicts that fight troubles well
Running errands intergalactic
Treating travel like a punchbowl in hell

Turpitude rules in the hearts of the sane
New worlds don’t blend in the stem of the brain
Heavenly elixirs must be then taken
Lest those from below come up and take reign

Drawn to the beaches till the hurricanes come
Hostage and accomplice then become one
Psychic peace is violated
When worldly beauty weighs a ton

The wicked are estranged from the womb
Plucked out of the cosmos like a plume
Immense forces battle for worldly power
All that’s seen returns to the tomb
Lucy Tonic May 2015
The devil waltzes into your dreams dressed like your heroes
As his demons do paint by numbers starting with zero
Or maybe it’s an angel disguised as your white lust
A messenger who gives you jewelry, diamonds, and dust
Quite possibly it could be God offering a promise ring
He silences the mighty and makes the meek to sing
Or perhaps it’s just a sad-man cloaked in all your myths
Here to give you a warning about the power of a kiss

You see the thing with dreams is, you never have a say
Of who’ll decide to sneak up, leave, hang or stay
Still all the players and the prophets come from your head
You seek up all infinity from the confines of your bed
But really all you’re doing is watching a short film
Of you existing somewhere else with different laws and limbs
So levitate or ******* or just create- it’s all the same
Every me and every you, a pawn in our own game
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