Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

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Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hot
Typing your best to empty all thought
Pouring your soul into force upon the keys
Your woman walks past with a dress above the knees
Now you can’t think or type or stammer straight
The hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late
You pray to the spirits of procrastination or whatever you think of
Burn this project right now, sacrifice it in the name of love

*previously posted on former blog

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Let Us Survive These Dog Days

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Let us survive these dog days
The warmth still rising up to a boil
I’d rather be walking down the beach
But I’m forced to relentlessly toil
I wish to be holding your hand
As we walk in the evening’s glow
Soft words filled with eternal promises
For your love is the last I’ll ever know

The Slow, Steady Advancement

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The slow, steady advancement
Creeping forth upon the reams
Truth formulated within
Thoughts regurgitated in dreams
But we can still be free
We can still find the solution
Peace exists with our souls
Force hate into disillusion

Perhaps We Should Outlaw Hate?

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Perhaps we should outlaw hate
Tired of them dictating our actions
Forcing us to fear living normal lives
Their bombs & their guns desire immediate redaction
Appeasement never worked in the past
We can’t survive by filling rifles with flowers
But I never want to hate like my enemy
Somehow, a united front is needed by the World Powers
But I reckon they’ll continue to squabble
Letting every opportunity pass on by
Their egos reinforced by their Cold War arsenals
But the truth remains, how many more innocents have to die?

It’s Warfare Upon Your Dreams

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It’s warfare upon your dreams
Your soul is in the line of fire
External forces aiming carefully
& the consequences are to be dire
Reject their hatred & pandering
Their lies breed contempt & you’re the pawn
Think for yourself before they regulate
Brainwashing & your mindwaves redrawn

Don’t Tell Me Stories Of The Righteous

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Don’t tell me stories of the righteous
I don’t want to hear of infatuated glories
My hope dwindles & my cynicism rebounds
Whenever your lips utter their sponsored stories
I’ll let you rule the ruins of dilapidated society
Your politicians ran amok, forcing common core math
I’ll retire into the wilderness to write my manifesto
Be forewarned; if you harm my loves, you’ll feel my wrath

Writing Is Easy – I Don’t Take It Seriously

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Writing is easy – I don’t take it seriously
I’m not looking for medals or titles of nobility
But you force the issue – draining beauty & pleasure
I’ll sip my scotch as I watch your displays in futility

I’m Not Worried About Their Opinions

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I’m not worried about their opinions
I always try to consider the source
They yap away all day long
But they say nothing with any force
They’re stooges of no consequence
I’d rather focus all my time on you
Let them squeal & bay all they want
We’re busy living a righteous life so true

From The Brink Of Normality

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From the brink of normality
Brought back to stranger realms
Blinking away the intense pitch black
Delirious dreams remain at the helm
Beauty a steady crushing force
Never before seen lips so malevolent
Unknown to a rapturous mind
Leaving us only with our original intent