Dreams Are Perfumed Illusions

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Dreams are perfumed illusions
Of what we don’t ordinarily see
Visions of alternate existences
Some of what should never be
But go ahead & embrace fantasy
Never lose your grip on what’s real
Convincing yourself to slowly stray
It’s not a truth, just because you can feel

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Calling Out In The Dark

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Calling out in the dark, Angels, cast out the ugly
I’m weary of this life, I can’t deal with it anymore
Where is the magic to fuel us through this existence
We surely are in need of salvation, I fervently implore
I fall to my knees, with my face up to the Lord
“Wrap me tightly in your perfectly loving Grace”
There is no place better suited for a tainted soul
I know He’s here, my anxiety disappears without a trace

I’m Seeking A Truth

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I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words
My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move
Typing on this old hand-me-down machine to transform
My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove
I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul
There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes
Internalizing the segmented society & all the villains
Returning to coffee so black the void regains precious hope

This Isn’t An Existence Made Of Promises

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This isn’t an existence made of promises
All this is shorter than we want to admit
The futility of hate & anger is obvious
Yet you ignore reality with your juvenile fit
Humans are endowed with a soul beyond reason
You cannot treat people this way; as mere sheep
A truth inherent to rising consciousness
We fell, but we’re no longer so very deep
There are those who want us to remain callow
To never again straighten ourselves & finally rise
Powers who wish we’d leave our cash & walk away
No longer silent & we once again find our open eyes

I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper

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I have stacks of unused paper
Like the untouched dreams in my head
We all have the forks in our roads
But often take the easier path instead
So many distractions in my way
To give in to them would leave me mundane
I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence
I’d much rather push the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you

I’m Into Trying New Things

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I’m into trying new things
Alternate positions to give you an extra gasp
Weaving words through this existence
Weakened knees, begging me to unclasp
I’m emboldened by your Earthly vessel
But a beautiful soul, you can’t dispossess
But enough of these intricate notions
I believe it’s time to get you undressed

I Need To Step Out Of Myself

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I need to step out of myself
To remove ‘me’ from the equation
To experience this existence
Without it being tainted by my relation
I need to observe without intruding
To evolve from all that I’ve seen
Can I escape a destructive society
Rejecting ‘people’ without being mean
I desperately wish to leave them behind
But I’m afraid its too late to get clean

Don’t Worry About All The Little Things

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Don’t worry about all the little things
Mere details in your ongoing existence
The small decorations on your story
Paling in comparison to love’s actual distance
Focus on the sunshine, where happiness lurks
Ignore the naysayers & look towards your time
You’ll shine & blossom into something beyond
So hunker down, prepare your soul for your prime

You Don’t Think You’re Beautiful

You don’t think you’re beautiful
Because of the pain you feel inside
Existence finds itself with a teetering lull
The path to happiness merely not identified
But you need to write your own dreams
Never settle for what others might demand
Seek out adventure & self-discovery
Find the surprising beauty of the unplanned

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