Wrong Way Down A Slanted Street

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Wrong way down a slanted street
Each step is a new kind of burn
Through the low, sloping trees
The Coit Tower for which I yearn
Thirty-Seven years through this life
With only a dream left to cling
Watched your best girl leave you
She wanted far more than a ring
Your Eden never bore fruit
Only possessing a barren vine
Taking off for Occidental today
Toss away this dying, rancid wine
Know there’ll be sun tomorrow
The City will only cause you to spoil
Remove yourself from endless poison
Toil in warm & encouraging soil

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Her Fantasy Greater Than Her Reality

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Her fantasy greater than her reality
Nothing actually possible to feel
Dreams withered to dust between fingers
Nothing isn’t anything they could steal
Hold close for its something always
Imagine, just not too close to your heart
Beauty can always linger in your sleep
But it’s real enough to tear you apart
She’ll whisper all you ever want to hear
She’ll flirt & smile, but they’ll only be lies
Though it’s your fault if you believe anything
Her lips drip poison she shares with all the guys

A Modern Day Philosopher

A modern day philosopher
Hiding away from the crowd
Society – a poison leeching
Anxiety – they’re far too loud
Finding a simple spot
A place to quietly write
Thoughts, words into deeds
To be myself without a fight

 

 

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