I Try So Hard To Be Positive

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I try so hard to be positive
I try to elude this building hate
The stress & pressures mount
Escaping this forthcoming fate
How do we overcome their frustrations
Without ever accepting any less
The world grinds away at your soul
Which path to find internal success
There must be a concise answer
The route providing unbridled glee
Each day another chance to smile
& take each happiness as a victory

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Running Headlong Into Winter

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Running headlong into Winter
The cold air forced inside my lungs
Stopping abruptly at the end of the dock
Arms out, catching a snowflake on my tongue
I ran out of land again
Isolated out here with my soul about to freeze
There’s no place left to escape
Shanghai’d again! My fate lies on the high seas

Tired Of The Ancient Traditions

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Tired of the ancient traditions
Feeling scared of former neglect
Provocations of patriarchy’s past
Though, I’m here to firmly reject
Everything outside of our union
Reallocating life to its proper size
Knocking over their pedestals myself
Escaping from undutiful, prying eyes

Piecing Life Back Together

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Piecing life back together
Now that the winds no longer blow
We escaped the wilderness & the dark
How lucky, we shall never know
But the rooster still crows in the morning
Time for work, the Taxman still wants his share
No time to enjoy that cup of coffee
Emerging from the storm into a new nightmare

Always Keep Pixie Dust To Escape

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Always keep Pixie Dust to escape
Will you recognize the triumph when they arise
A need to inspire our own hearts & fragile souls
Bookshelves littered with secrets; don’t divert your eyes
The words are our best hope when you are scared
I am my own muse; another coffee so I can think
Don’t give in to their fears & endless hate
For life is short, we need to love more; don’t blink

His Disturbed View Of The American Dream

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His disturbed view of the American dream
Maybe he went & got tattooed one too many times
The coffee & cigarettes unfold to clear his path
Envisioned between the wondrous filth & grime
Dredged details with twists & turns of another
Hazed morning blurs direction to the local Starbucks
Elegant patrons stepping out from higher society
Rubbing shoulders with commons down on their luck
Stilettos clacking upon the tile with another escape
Former dive bar angels way past their prime
Stalking & eavesdropping into a life he’ll never know
Maybe he went to that well one too many times

I’m Driving Down By The Beach

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I’m driving down by the beach
Radio tuned to Lana Del Rey
Trying to turn back the clock
Warm, salty air to celebrate the day
Looking for a moment to feel alive
To relive the trappings of youth
Ignoring the aches of aging
To deny the inescapable truth

Lovely Flowers/Well Intentioned

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Lovely flowers/well intentioned
Nothing to replace frigid remorse
A broken vase with contents spilled
Life mistook its proper course
Banging away at the languid keys
Trying to create some tranquility
Which one left in stagnate appeal
Can’t escape your own responsibility