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regrowth
We stamper up hills, climbing. Faster Faster The road takes me higher The road takes us higher. We are calling the nature to come forth with us, as we move, as we express our being. Regrowth. Terrified, we struggle. We give birth in the womb of sorrow We are emotional, but now is the time for regrowth.
static
Satire, satire, static In simplicity we write no more In simplistic nature , we cry no more Static cries oh do we live in a world of fear Or do we swim with our lives Do we easy or do we die? Static death Static life The two are not different One must have another And we must live Surprised
broaden
Broaden your mind fool. Take the time to broaden your mind and see the other sides of things that you may not have looked into before. I don't care about spelling. I scare myself when I spell too much, or too little, just the right amount is all I need to be myself. And that's all I need to broaden myself. To be myself is to broaden, to expand, to let go of what conditions I have and to escape into a reality beyond the known, a reality of broadened wings and sky-high loving.
retreat
Retreat along the watch tower where there are buttons and scratches and people in locked houses and the bodies and the trains roll up and tied them to their waist coats and nobody wants to go on and retreat, because that's what we run for. We are not trying to be the best but we don't know what the worst is and that's scary. I like to stink in my shoes and let the muse guide me a long the path of tomorrow, retreating after day after noon sir, would you like a party pancake?
fisherman
Fisherman tied up to the boat They over throw the waters They take the waters a shore Picking up where they left off The fisherman are super tossed away by the waves of the ocean They tried to scramble they tried to have devotion but they've come to far on this wave of a shore and the man in the sea has two bottles of whisky that he's been drinking with a side of life with a little bit of life held up on the shore he's got no tomorrow
sterile
Sterile, was the flamingo She had so many people watching her And all she could do was list off the ways she couldn't do it right. How she couldn't walk with one whale tail up in the air like the other birds could. How she couldn't be any colder then her feathers allowed How she wished she had a fucking twenty two dollar bill so she could fly out of here and dream her days away in Maui
gold
Gold earrings, She wrapped herself around me in slow motion Those golden locks The eyes that could pierce through diamond On me like a hawk Still, the only thing I felt was a memory Of beauty And the rapture of this moment fell away into a cloud of smoke Shackled and burnt She fucked me
modest
Modestly, the mouse took a while to say goodbye to the little train that he had in his eye and he cried, just a little bit, but by the looks of it he couldn't see what he was missing, which was right under his nose. A piece of cheese, a music note in place. That's true, said the blind mice and the men who were modestly unnoticed and disguised as being mice themselves. Man, what a weird world.
grandfather
Grandfather clock, tick tock On the wall it wobbles and tobbles It's my heart beat, like a little kid crying Telling me to go outside because the day keeps on calling and wandering by my window Tick tock patter pock The grandfather clock mocks my every move As I lay inside But in doors it seems to hide Every emotion that I encounter Because every time I go by it The clock is still in the hour
emperor
Emperor, is what they called me And I left it at that I never took the label to heart, because I felt there was more than that. In fact I knew it in my bones. The moving sidewalks beneath my feet couldn't be washed any clearer The eyes watching my every move never were more dusted. And there I walked as one of them. But who I was, Was the emperor.
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