Time Can Water Down Revolutions

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Time can water down revolutions
Make you think it’s all through
You’ve settled into the motions
Somehow your spirit failed you
But we have some hidden secrets
Something that keep the motor running
No use in divulging your very own truth
Locked lips; the sign of something more cunning

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You Know The Type

You know the type

Running off to sail the oceans

Claiming to be a dread pirate

Wishing for some sort of motion

A stagnant life killing the soul

Truth is, he only ever wanted to be with you

This is the life chosen, so time to live

Easy to forget the water’s real hue

Piles & Piles Of Images

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Piles & piles of images
Floating in my mind
Give me a second
Let’s see what we can find
Burnt & coffee stained
Looking for something fresh & true
Be patient & we’ll see
If I can still entertain you
Step off & step back
Throw away preconceived notions
Close your eyes & let us travel
Together, we can make poetry in motion

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

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Perfectly lined rows of trees
Our escape from the mundane
Shaking away tilted visions
Of a ghostly morning train
Remembering her latent beauty
No place for such fickle motions
Return to living your current life
Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean