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bombast of its breast 
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty

I Am the Photographer

Memphis

Here Comes a City

2011

comes, he knows exactly what to do

He's meant to fall into the sea
Be dragged down by the current
Be dragged down deep beneath
Be dragged down deep

the sins that's he's forgiving 
Not to mention how he's shining through my prism 
Keep sending me beats, you know I already killed some 
Way less friendly B

ours return
To the open sea no arm can pull us down
No angel beneath the water
Can never pull us under
Some eyes can seal no secrets
But time erodes

multuplied in the prism
Of my lust witnessed by the stars.
The delight burns at its paroxism.

To rape the shining stars in the secrets of the dying light.

need to take a break

If I'm gonna be honest, I need a little space to breathe
And I'm living and loving my life by the sea
If I'm gonna be honest, I

The Indifference of Heaven

Warren Zevon

Learning to Flinch

1993

the till
Down at the 7-11
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven

The past

Lately wakin' crystalline in state of mind
Spyin' prisms on my window sill & 
Rainbows they unhide
Shine the beautiful behind

Of a queen that's

Man if I caught it this is it
The longer I channel the further and further I go into prisms
I didn't witness someone said they could mortars

a deeper impression than Monet

Sepia-toned hue they wanted that old school drop 
beneath the conifers where all of the toadstools pop
adrenaline in my veins

until their interacting orderly
The black sheep puzzle piece fit among misfits
Sink beneath abysses plea the fifth amid the mischief
I didn't say

lies beneath
See this is what I look for, who da fuck you took me for?
You can never box me in [oh no he didn’t]; Cardboard
Now how can I move on?
Hi my

in my solace prison
Stay asleep in atomic prisms
The decree of a godless system yeah
Drop this degree I don't miss a beat
When I'm rising the passage

Tribulation upon tribulation. Guided by the serpent beneath my feet and the
Black head of Gnosis. To the burial place of our Father whom we doth name Azael,

In the prism of the morning, 

Where dawn's blush greets the day,

She walks with a delicate grace, 

c reflection of the summer's bloom, 

In her

A day?
I promise I'll fade away soon

If you need me you know where to call
That's if you notice I'm gone at all

Little prisms in your eyes catch me by

reminding me I'm on my own.
A prism reflection will temporarily erase,
Impulsive deflection, leaves a bitter taste.
I rather be raised by wolfs, than live in

Repentance Day

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

that were foretold, by the forefathers

The end of the world saga, streets flooded with lava
Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas
Rock

with the sun in my eyes
beneath present moment skies,
squinting and wondering how I got here.
Going through the contents of my backpack,
shaking out

I’m In a trance 
On expectorants
I expect rants
By Tyrannical tyrants
Promoting violence 
I’m not just sitting back in silance
Bombs don’t hit hospitals

Orange Trees

Marina

Orange Trees

2019

we're supposed to be

Flowers in my hair, I belong by the sea
Where we used to be, sitting by the orange trees
Summer in the air, bodies in the heat

Tide veiled by pine needles
The ashes bleed toward the cape
Snow moon in an easy wind
Climbs out from the fire's wake
Out from the fire's wake

After many moons, drifting the sea
Hopeless and lost
All was bleak and spiritless

Ships lost one by one
Nowhere to be seen
Swiftly, a squall

a smile
Ya, that would suffice
All I ever gotten was washed up and forgotten and
Lost at sea with years beneath me

Bury my identity in apologies
Everything