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We lock our skeletons in closets

And swallow the keys

We feel young but never quite free

We cross dimensions and realities

Chasing our dreams, chasing life

Chasing death, chasing life, like a snake eating its tail

Some day the pendulum will swing back the other way

You can’t fake youth

No serum will cure it

No fountains, no potions

Will turn back time

All we can hope for is for some sort of peter pan to save us

Lead us to the light, the morning star

Where all the lost girls and boys can shed their skins and wear their true colors

Sew your own stripes

Sow your own spots

We march to the beat of our own drum

Mahala mahala

We have our finger on the pulse

We live we are alive

Chanting ranting raving mad

Mahana mahana

Speaking in tongues

Speak your mind

Mahabra Mahabra

Gibberish

Animalistic language of the soul

It builds

Drumming

Louder

Beating faster

All together

All as one

We howl and croon

At a lonely moon

Shouting into the night air

Only to hear our echoes return…empty

Forever

Reaching

Straining

Yearning

To feel timeless

Eternal

And someday

Beneath the Lights

The city starts to sizzle as the sun dips down over the street lights

The breeze of the salty west coast wind comin’ in

Lays off some of the heat from the sun

The night unmasks the day to jewels of sparkling dust

Somewhere Moonlight Sonata is playing just for us

The Sirens of Sleep are singing at my door

And the train running through the night sounds hello once more

The sounds of the night blow in through the screen

As we lay back lost in a dream

The world outside melts away

Us against them we hideaway

Taking time to see the truth in your eyes

Let’s me know I’m still alive

Clarence and Alabama had nothin’ on us

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BEBOP LOVE

IT’S HOT, IT’S COLD

IT’S NEW AND OLD

IT’S OFF, IT’S ON

IT’S WEAK AND STRONG

IT’S UPS, IT’S DOWNS

IT’S LOST AND FOUND

IT’S HIGH, IT’S LOW

IT’S FAST, IT’S SLOW

IT’S DAY, IT’S NIGHT

IT’S DARK, IT’S LIGHT

IT’S BACK AND FORTH

AND IN BETWEEN

IT’S FRESH, IT’S FUNKY

IT’S DIRTY, IT’S CLEAN

IT’S SAINT, IT’S SINNER

IT’S LOSER AND WINNER

IT’S LEFT, IT’S RIGHT

IT’S OUT OF SIGHT

IT’S FIRE, IT’S FIGHT

IT’S WRONG, IT’S RIGHT

IT’S SMILES, IT’S FROWNS

IT’S UPS AND DOWNS

IT’S FREE, IT’S RICH

IT’S A PEACH, AND IT’S A BITCH

IT’S SKIPPED HEART-BEATS

AND BUTTERFLIES

IT’S BLANK STARES AND COLD EYES (NO ALIBIS)

IT’S A CAGE, IT’S A PRISON

IT’S A LOVELY APPARITION

IT’S LATE NIGHT MATCHES

OF SCREAM AND SHOUT

IT’S PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE

THAT’LL KNOCK YOU OUT

IT’S SPIKE, IT’S FAYE

IT’S JULIA ALL THE WAY

IT’S WILD, IT’S FREE

IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE

IT’S FLEETING, IT’S FICKLE

AND IT FITS ME LIKE A GLOVE

IT’S RAIN OR SHINE

THIS BEBOP LOVE

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For The Birds

Ropes are tied

Noose is taut

Shallow perceptions

Can always be bought

Hollow ideals

Death of Mankind

Souls are hung

On a lemon tree vine

Sour fruit

Spoiled minds

The crows are

Aligned

In these

Murdered times

No one to mourn

Our rotting flesh

The Wild swallows

Earth wiped fresh

A brand new

Slate

A brand new

Day

Rebirth is the only

Way

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Midnight on Rye

I’ve seen trees melt….

While wolves cried….

Sung a sad song….

And a sweet lullaby….

I’ve been in love….

And out of lust….

Been first and last ….

And learned who to trust….

I’ve lost some bets….

And won some too….

I’ve broken hearts….

And paid my dues….

I saw the heavens fall….

While catfish walked….

I heard Angel and Demon….

And a cat that talked….

I’ve told some truths….

And I’ve told some lies….

I’ve cheated death….

And seen the other side….

And through it all….

I’ve learned to see….

That there ain’t nowhere….

I’d rather be….

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WiNgEd ApPaRiTiOnS….

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It’s funny how sometimes silver appears gold,….

Like when the feel of your warm hand left me cold….

Fickle feelings frequently fizzle… And your loves embrace is but a drizzle…

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Not married in life, maybe in death….

Make a wish, and hold your breath….

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And maybe someday we’ll rest up in that plot,….

Side by side, as we rot….

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And yeah your tombstone sounds nice,….

But not while there’s still fire and ice….

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Fertile dreams from starved beings….

As a last attempt to feel something….

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But alas, it was a pipedream all along….

Brought on by lovers’ songs….

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So turn away now, turn from my side….

Your vision is haunting my tightly closed eye….

For the Halloween King won’t come to roost….

While the Piasa Bird is on the loose….

  And the night brings winged apparitions,….

Merely figments of my imagination…….

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PaPeR tIgErS aNd ClOuDs In My CoFfEe

Paper tigers roar

Tin gods deceive, house of cards

Tumbles with great ease

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Disbanded youths and

Splintered lives, some cheap regrets

But no real goodbyes

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Clouds in my coffee

I’m feeling low, the dark hides

What the sunlight shows

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Lady v Luck

She’ll never win, and she’ll never give in….

Nine lives in and she’s still livin’….

But this time won’t be like the rest….

This time it’s not a test….

Three strikes you’re out, those are the rules….

That’s what you get when you play the fool….

Looking for all the wrong fun down dead end roads….

Empty bottles don’t offer much hope….

When will she realize that the fire is hot?….

Why does it always take getting caught?….

Bad choices are a dozen for a dime, and end at the end of the line….

One-way streets that go nowhere….

Except to more despair….

Head is spinning and nerves are shot….

The down side brings out the rot….

Addictions turn into convictions as the sun comes up….

Time to face the music, kid….

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The Oldest War

BOTH SIDES SCREAM DAMNATION WITH ‘GOD’ ON THEIR SIDE

TELL ME WHICH ONE’S RIGHT? AND WHICH ONE’S GONNA DIE?

EVERYONE’S A PROPHET, SCREAMING FROM THEIR PULPIT

CHRISTIAN, MUSLIM, ATHEIST WITH FIST RAISED HIGH

ALL FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT, AND DEMONIZING THE OTHER SIDE

THE OLDEST WAR IN ITS NEWEST FORM

NEVER BEFORE HAVE WE HAD THE ABILITY TO END THIS WORLD

NOW THE WORLD LOOKS HOPELESS LIKE NEVER BEFORE

ANGER TURNS TO BLIND RAGE AND BROTHERHOOD’S LOST ALONG THE WAY

SO I SAY FUCK YOU, I WON’T PICK A SIDE, BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO DIE TONIGHT

I WAS BORN INTO THIS AGE OF NUCLEAR RAGE

WHERE POWER HUNGRY MEN SCHEME NIGHT AND DAY

YOU CALL IT RELIGION, I CALL IT CULT

MARCH TO THIS DRUM BABY OR BECOME THE ENEMY

EASY FOR YOU TO SIT BACK AND SAY WE MUST FIGHT

EASY FOR YOU TO SAY WE’RE DOING WHAT’S RIGHT

AS YOU TURN ON CNN OR FAUX NEWS TO GET YOUR SLANT

FIGHTING EACH OTHER YOU BELIEVE WHAT THEY CHANT

BUSY FIGHTING LEFT OR RIGHT, THE TRUTH IS LEFT OUT OF SIGHT

DON’T TRUST FACE VALUE AS THE THE TRUTH WEARS MANY MASKS

DON’T TRUST POWER FOR IT’S SINCERITY THEY LACK

THE OLDEST WAR IN ITS NEWEST FORM

IS KNOCKING AT YOUR FRONT DOOR

ARE YOU READY?

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T.R.U.T.H.

To be taken with a grain of salt for

Reality can be deceptive and

Untruths are created by men who wish

To keep the know-ee from knowing that the

Holder of truths has a hidden agenda

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Red, White, and Green

Which hat will you wear today?

You sell your soul for what will pay

You swapped the golden rule for your golden cow

You get it anyway you can and you don’t care how

You lie, cheat, steal for a piece of the pie

You don’t even realize that someday you’ll die

And your whole life will have been wasted on greed

Taking from others, taking more than you need

Your heart is black, the writing’s on the wall

Your soul is lost, do you hear the battle call?

We are millions and we are strong

We fight the good fight all day long

Your time will come

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Rosie Lee

She tickles the ivory keys every night and day

She’ll make you go insane with the way she plays

The same ol’ tune again and again

You’ll wonder if the song ever ends

But she’s got spirit and she’s got spite

She’s never alone on a Saturday night

She spits and she howls as she sings her song

With whiskey in her glass she’ll sing all night long

“Keep going Jack,” she says “don’t stop now”

“As long as I got rhythm you can’t slow me down,

Nothin’ in this world is worth a damn,

As long as I got rhythm I don’t need no plan”

And she’s got spirit and she’s got spite

She’s never alone on a Saturday night

She spits and she howls as she sings her song

With whiskey in her glass she’ll sing all night long

Those were the last words of the late Rosie Lee

As she slipped into the abyss of the cosmic sea

It was just her time, she was ready to go

That dirty rock n’ roll had damned her soul

And she’s got spirit, and she’s got spite

She’s never alone on a Saturday night

She spits and she howls as she sings her song

With whiskey in her glass she sang all night long

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Radio Days

With one heart in the past

I can’t ever seem to let go

With nothing but faded memories

I look on down the road

I try to think of a destination

But nothing comes to mind

I try to think of a future

But I can only think of a time

That was not so long ago

A time when things were clear

It was a feeling that I had

It was something that was shared

I was seventeen when it all began

Life was fresh and I had no plan

I was seventeen when I first got that feeling

From the music that sent me reeling

Ebb and flow is what they say

But I long for that distant day

Nothing mattered, I knew I belonged

We had a home found in a song

No matter where I roam

It never feels like home

No matter what I do

I always long for you

A place of broken hearts and broken dreams

Life is never what it seems

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Nation Regeneration

Distortion leads to dissolution

Which breeds a new evolution

I’m talking revolution

In the streets, in the underground,

It can be found

Down here where the air is clear

You can find man facing his fears

Ideas and songs

That keep the days from dragging on

Thoughts and dreams

That carry us all along

I’m shedding light under layers of skin

To bring out where it all begins

Like a snake crawling out of it’s skin

I want to be born again

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Untitled

Let’s go down below, down where no ones ever been before

Take it slow this time, enjoy the ride, let’s live where others have died Let’s say what we mean and never let go of the dream Let’s kick off our heels and feel something real Let’s burn down the sun with a night of fun Let’s dance all night beneath the pale moonlight

Let’s twist and moan and never go home

Let’s forget this life and all the strife

Let’s try something new in an old school way

Tomorrow’s too late, let’s live for today

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Great American Tragedy

With your wild and reckless ways Someday your gonna pay You came into this time With murder on your mind With nothing left to lose You sang the midnight blues Your beef is with mankind And it’s kind of hard to find A place within this crowd When everything’s so loud So you took it to the road In hopes to find your soul And when they turned you out You began to doubt That you were on the right trail The night you got out on bail But you met a girl named Sue Who loved you just for you She was sweet and sassy and seemed to have it all With her by your side you felt ten feet tall And with this girl namd Sue you traveled on And that’s when they cared that you were gone But you didn’t look back and you never gave in Some say it was a life of sin But you knew better, you knew the score And you began to think about those closed doors And all the times they threw you out You just weren’t their good boy scout But with grit in your teeth and gravel in your eye You began to ask why you ever asked why Some men are made for higher ground It was then you knew where you were bound So you said, “Fuck the mill, I know the drill, All I need is time to find my kind.” And now your livin’ free As free as man can be

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A Toast

To all the sinners, grinners, and late night gamblers Those who took a chance on romance with no advance Those who draw the short straw and lost it all Those who try to get out but are shrouded in doubt Those who wear their heart on their sleeve and truly believe Those who love the nightlife, who’ve got just one life Those who once were lost and paid the cost Those who had ups and downs and wear the frowns Those who have taken the sneers of their fellow peers Those who have stood their ground when all sat down Those who sit alone at night with internal blight Those filled with anger that always lingers Those filled with frustration with no hopes of revelation Those stuck in a rut wanting to get up Those who never learn and have nowhere to turn Those livin’ down low with nowhere to go Those who had it all just before the fall Those who have lost all hope and don’t know how to cope Those who are destitute, despondent, dull and dreary This is for you, may your days be merry