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Revealing of the Times (L.A. version)

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    (Mar 3, 2012)
    Paper Bliss Swindler of thoughts; bliss with a high She whom time quit for to watch her fly Saying I heard it in a song, I don't know why In the end would it be a crime to try That sweet sticky thang known as oh honey The mountain of thoughts I can't get over lonely Where to know was off yonder in some valley A place where next to her, you should find me Posted; I came from a box back to sender Just to say I copied the paste on sheets of hers Momentary wisdom with spread left to render Plucking strings brought heat and moist fingers Working on sketches paper paved for writing Of her, who is a better change to staying The same, incomparable, beauty revolutionizing Amorist Words Grim
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on March 25, 2012

Paper Bliss

Swindler of thoughts; bliss with a high
She whom time quit for to watch her fly
Saying I heard it in a song, I don't know why
In the end would it be a crime to try
That sweet sticky thang known as oh honey
The mountain of thoughts I can't get over lonely
Where to know was off yonder in some valley
A place where next to her, you should find me
Posted; I came from a box back to sender
Just to say I copied the paste on sheets of hers
Momentary wisdom with spread left to render
Plucking strings brought heat and moist fingers
Working on sketches paper paved for writing
Of her, who is a better change to staying
The same, incomparable, beauty revolutionizing

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Rooster Cries

Just to hold you on a floor of our own
Even with air as music the waltz can't be alone
Our being together can change the life shown
As a breeze pushing the tempo then gone
Yet repeat to creative feet make new
Making us glue to bird wings saying we flew
So tomorrow can fly imitating the gliding you
And a copy of me on sheets wishing to yell a clue
One of betterment to be conquered in everything
Improving the current so it's known why to sing
In a boxed step we can't cease lifting
Like eyes and sparrows; better on living
Giving the world a new spin on what love does
Leaving the past in the audience as was
Needing to improve but it's on the floor because
It just got a tad bit too crowded on the bus

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Stealing Dreams
Education needed a push so I gave it a shove
Learned that in times of best I happen to be love
Reading between lines for more than a woman of
Metropolis a place to have met she, the dove
Got me on her wings of the boogies blame
Playing with phrases as if a line was a word game
Where Words had a few from some with name
Then again Truth and Love are blind, no shame
Ignorant to what could be and fearing what might
Just go so well with Correctness that it's right
Made to love her on a rap song as the light
As we slow dance in heaven for more than a night
Creeping past the concept to adore breathing
To be higher when gotten to was purple kissing
Royal sweethearts of America that are missing
To be a lucky one that all of it was hinting

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(While lacking Sade)

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The Pains of Tomorrow
Peace, microscopic pieces molding beauty
A frame for love, making an image of serenity
The Psyche that had play in repetition’s alley
With pain in the forecast; I’m lost in the cloudy
Truths today doesn’t need know about tomorrow
Hope went with despair as reason to grow
Time weighed the suspense in the audiences whoa
One’s most broken hearted smile for show
Love also hurts the lover; or the lover, love
Confusion on a moon brought a blissful shove
That off a cliff led to falling in pain of above
Praying before the ground is met of a dove
Saving me from my destruction; a sliding soar
That left the sky somehow traveling around her
For she is a still peace of beauty defining core
With the wind looking wanting to know her better

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Wild Berry Sketch
That timeless portrait drawing being drawn to
On a stage was a lover's scene with no clue
In front of all; of a place that is home to her
Known for wondering leaving one to wonder
So off yonder to some field her terms take me
Running from thoughts that seem to be a destiny
Those moments where I just am that guy I am
Wanting love blatantly cloaked in her jams
Wishing I had some so I sheet talk to stars
Hunting hope amongst many moons so far
Call it beyond tomorrow bringing us a day
Just to say to all that love makes the best play
Words on pages soaring in gravity defiance
Lines with letters counting space in a mind dance
All the steps that waltz in a rectangular box
Freeing containment with a skip that kicks rocks

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Space Amor
To she who made the brightest torch dim
She which wears tomorrow on her limbs
A rocket love unknown to the lover and them
Those careless for Greendown being Grim
Amongst the stars of mind fixing thought lines
Spites weight, on chains of hate has a bind
Holding Spotty Angel back from what is mine
The tricks played of a mind’s sign gone blind
Love off yonder makes gravity a blunder
To hold, to grasp, to keep she of wonder
Thoughts of she; winter’s distance in summer
Being drawn just for a sketch of being nearer
Love defying common laws, free bound
Traveling more eloquent than light was sound
Hers that moved the wind to watch her rounds
Because for me love brought her down

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What is there to do if someone comes for you? Dance, I assume. Everyone wants to, dirty harry noticed. Through coliseum doors liberty is sought. Has it been seen? Edge of the earth standing with a focus. Tomorrow might save me from today’s pain but does love hold the seat next to her?

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The Unclosed Cut

The wound of deep that flowed of passion
Some melody of a fashion one can’t imagine
Mp3 purgatory of hope, the musical prison
Where she looks for a smile and I seek reason
With her of a dream past reality where I run to
Fall in on many moons where stars hunt too
The sweetest thing just too good to be true
She sings, just hope some of her yous’ are to
Spotty Otis Angel with more than just a line
Chilling in places never ventured, with a sign
Hoping she is where I go so waiting time is fine
Cloaked in spectacular; metropolis’s Lady design
That place of stage lighting being a presence
From beauty on a stage of truth; essence
In a place where to know is a lacked present
And commonality goes on lacking sense

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Oh, To be Her Thing
That wistful thrill of a love surreal
Demure passion chill icing the deal
Of cold hearts fearing a new start
Audacious lacked a part without a chart
May I be on the tracks heading her way
RIding the notion of being free one day
At last with you; true liberties in play
On the road where hope went lacking delay
Just making wishes on a star from underground
So contained I wonder if space gets my sound
For her are a lovers prayers heavenly bound?
That girl? the Gladys a pip had to have found
Engulfed in a chant, a melodious pant
Thought I could so much to feel that I can't
With my colloquial dream knocking on her seam
I wonder if she with it all care to partake in a lovers dream

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Missing Arrow on a Crown Wearer
Is she sporting my arrow seeking the shooter?
If so I only hate that I don't know how to tell her
I fear being wrong just more than being right
But thoughts always occur and she is in sight
Lost in Metropolis, a visitor of The Lover's Rock
Hoping to be who she speaks of; doubting my key to a lock
She's so high she flies and I want to be near her in the flock
Nesting with her as through hearts we build stock
Convincing chilled thoughts that move one
Going to the moon without astronaut training done
Pictures of bliss that draws fine on to a canvas
A prisoner of 2012's freedom to be free at last
For her joys and woes showing how love goes
Passion is a present; some gift that glows
That tomorrow that even movies show
Because the truth is that with her I should go

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Paper Bliss
Swindler of thoughts; bliss with a high
She whom time quit for to watch her fly
Saying I heard it in a song, I don't know why
In the end would it be a crime to try
That sweet sticky thang known as oh honey
The mountain of thoughts I can't get over lonely
Where to know was off yonder in some valley
A place where next to her, you should find me
Posted; I came from a box back to sender
Just to say I copied the paste on sheets of hers
Momentary wisdom with spread left to render
Plucking strings brought heat and moist fingers
Working on sketches paper paved for writing
Of her, who is a better change to staying
The same, incomparable, beauty revolutionizing

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