Oscar Wilde

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“Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.”
― Oscar Wilde

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You Didn’t Sell Out, You Bought In

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You didn’t sell out, you bought in
At least that’s what you regurgitate
But you, yourself, are a cog in the machine
Grinding out this state sponsored hate
You speak of crying in the streets
Heartbroken their flavor of evil didn’t win
But it’s a system of corruption throughout
With each career politician speaking the sin
Where did all our heroes & leaders go
Driven out as the bureaucracy multiplies
Buried with the truth in all that paperwork
We’re doomed unless the people rise

Against these manufactured lies

The Waves Will Always Kiss The Shore

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The waves will always kiss the shore
But we must continue the fight to be free
My indifference to society is documented
Perhaps we should separate & simply be
But they won’t let me go gently into the goodnight
Always come callin’ – talking about my turn
But I paid my debts with a piece of my soul
I could cry foul, but they’ll never learn

my shadow screams like a thousand suns

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my shadow screams like a thousand suns
a gorgeous woman leaves but asks why
the power is from the sea of black lights
some will have to vision my delicate sky
thinking manipulated the eternity of dreams
i am drunk, recalling moments, driving me to cry
death is an essential smell, pounding music watches
storms trudge on through, but i must try
water sweats as he falls in love with her
the mist under a pink rose petal shines like spring
ugly lust floods and i cannot swim
the smooth gown worships bare skin, as she sings

I Once Had A Chicken That Went Meow

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I once had a chicken that went meow

I need to go I need to get out now

They’re after me you must understand

Please help me, gimme a hand

I’m constantly having to watch my back

To keep them from giving me the smack

Soon I’ll be taking flight

I’ll be gone before the night

The moon still shines in the day

It’s part of their sinister plan

When they get me, I’ll say

Who’s you, man?!

Sun, beaches & waves

To save yourself you must be brave

I must not make a sound

Or else I’ll be found

They’ll torture me till I’m blue

I’ll cry & scream out to you

Would you come rescue me

Would you come set me free

My childhood comes wanting to play

How long till oppression they will ban

Soon my mind will stray

& I’ll say, who’s you, man?!

Circa 2000

One More Cup Of Joe

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One more cup of Joe
& then I’ll get up
Then I’ll go

I did not wipe my eye
Please forget what you see
I’m not one to cry

I promise to leave you alone
I won’t look behind me
I’ll always have my phone

Please forget all of me
I’ll slip into your past
Just a forgotten memory

Hell Can Wait, For I’ve Got More To Do

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Hell can wait, for I’ve got more to do
Waking to black birded cries this morning
Sore eyes littered with midnight dreams
Waking to a shattered world without warning
Knowing more than any man should know
Wanting to save you, but I don’t have the right
Hushed voices upon my broken doors
Please don’t question my fragile might
Pushing off from your delicate terrors
This world has never been so murky & deep
But I will try again to rest my weary head
I will try again to fall peacefully asleep

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

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Perfection laid out on satin sheets
Beauty dripping away piece by piece
Every dream slipped right through
Life & loss masked by laughing creases
He said you were everything he desired
Burning deep in his soul, but you refused
Moving too fast to stop & notice him
Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused
The sun rises no matter who is pained
Recall broken hearts when you’re the cause
Plump out your pretty pink lips
In the quiet of night, please retract your claws
Calm thyself, you know your own heart
Time to realize you’re the fatal flaw

The Man Has You Grinding Away

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The man has you grinding away
The organ makes the monkey dance
You’re looking for the Promised Land
But you never really had the chance
You’re writing your soul on the page
Friends support & love all they heard
But the critics cry foul & laugh bitterly
You’re only as good as your last word