Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams

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Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards
But we weren’t ourselves with honesty
Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become
Grabbing self-regard before it fades
Destroying their notions of modernism
Returning to simpler times & dark shades
We all have our morbid skeletons
The vague semblance of a broken soul
But somewhere are the clues to the truth
Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull

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Watching The Condensation Seep Into The Desk

Watching the condensation seep into the desk
I think of the glories that have gone away
The ice melting/mixing into my single malt
I’ve been nervous, but I’m okay by the end of the day
These days weren’t the ones we’ve been dreaming of
Idealistic thoughts when we were on foreign shores
Imagining celebrities dancing inter formalwear
Fancy & festive role models displayed forevermore
Upon the big screen & locked into our minds
Americana lost & the golden age of Hollywood
Stoking the passion of our fervid imaginations
Inspiring our dreams like nothing else ever could
Our hopes & desires abandoned & hung out to dry
Stark realization our fantasies are mere celluloid
The cold night, withering on the streets alone
Upon the credits, leaving the theater broke & into the void

I Need To Get Out Of My Head

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I need to get out of my head
I’m thinking too much; unscripted
An overabundance of thought
Anxious emotions needing decrypted
But its scarier out in the world
I’d much rather be lost inside
Heinous monsters & hateful humans
Let me drown in my own cerebral tide

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

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Emerging from the night of lost souls
A rough morning with make-up in your eyes
Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell
You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies
Another Mardi Gras extinguished
But your heart now belongs to the man of flames
You don’t remember how your dress got burnt
Or how your lovely chest was branded with his name

 

 

 

*I wrote this for Halloween, but never shared it. So I swapped in Mardi Gras because of my superb timing… It doesn’t make as much sense, but you never expected such high notions from me.

The Journey To Explore A Lost Soul

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The journey to explore a lost soul
A bouquet – be surely thankful this year
Our steadfast & universal truths
Searching for love to conquer hate & fear
Their gargoyles lining Paris’ streets
But what do we have we could possibly offer
Endless matches abruptly extinguished
Remorseless; only seeking to fill the coffer

A Lost & Broken Young Man

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A lost & broken young man
Swirling around in the desert’s dust
Never able to reach a potential promised
Wasting away; a young life gone bust
But the Almighty works in mysterious ways
Why He looks after lost sheep? I can’t tell
But in my most hopeless hours, I believed
& that’s when I found my Southern Belle

We Want To Be Original, But We’re Stuck

We want to be original, but we’re stuck
Lost in a world where it’s cool to ‘not give a fuck’
But I don’t want to hand down a society devoid
My children deserve more than the lazy & easily annoyed
We need to change our hearts back to something pure
To believe in love, magic & Pixie Dust – I’m sure
The end will be here too soon one of these days
Together, we must show the light & the possible way

We Used To Know The Truths

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We used to know the truths
The fundamentals of our lives
Misplaced inspiration in youth
We, the lost children, who survived
Abandoned by artists searching for gold
Forgetting the dream of accepting yourself
Never admitting we’ve grown this old
Rejection of impending imperial wealth
Fuck your Republicans & Democrats
Those who sold the vision with betrayal
Insensitive bastards of the Cheshire Cat
Unsteady appeasement & divided we fail

Railroad Crossings Touch My Mind

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Railroad crossings touch my mind
Worn jeans speckled with fading paint
Buddha found lying by the curb
Sorry ma’am, I’ve never been a saint
Life is an amazing gestation
There is nothing left to lose
Those stars have lost their luster
Welcome back home to live the blues
Daily life has never been easy
Always some sort of pain to endure
Demons breathing down your neck
Silently waiting for another liquid cure

Elegance Stretched Out Before Your Eyes

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Elegance stretched out before your eyes
Caught once again upon the flight deck
Abandoned, but it’s only how we surmise
Feeling perhaps life has become wrecked
Exhausted as if the day has gone to hell
Fate brings you back out to the lonely sea
The Boatswain rings out seventeen bells
It’s dark; lost within your mermaid fantasies