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8/4/2017

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Sounds of the piano down in the office,
strokes of music rhythmically dancing,
hearing cries down the halls,
footsteps running amok,
singing her name,
our Goddess.

Building temples,
writing stories,
collecting pages,
painting each other's territories.

Drawing lines that separate us,
focusing anger and rage,
crying and pain,
rotting away,
burning bright that pathway.

So you surround her,
and then you know,
once you touch her,
you'll forever glow.

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And so from afar,
up in that hill,
the Bull watches over us,
unmoved, he'll watch us kill--
each other for love,
the feeling, mutual,
​hard to get rid of.
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Because why would we want it to end?
For some of us, it barely started,
need to catch up,
we have a lot to learn,
and a lot to defend,
because that tear inside,
ripping us apart,
sends shivers and puts my hair on end,
she's the only one that can mend--
us together and patch us apart,
jagged puzzle pieces of a multicolored heart.

All I have at the moment is my rage,
something that breeds inside the cage,
a fire stronger than the Brazen sun,
we all have it in it to be the one who won--

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​once the final song is sung,
and the flag has been flung,
once the library into pieces breaks,
and once the last piano stroke slays,
my eyes covered in blood,
his hands covered in tar,
someone laying there with a tore heart in hand,
a yellow brick road not afar,
someone taking a last cig or cigar,
someone stuck against the walls of eyes,
someone stuck in a symphony of cries,
someone in the cage--he fries.


How do I explain what I see and hear,
a story longer than King Lear.

It has been a long time coming,
and now the deadline is so near,
things are different now, no longer trapped,
we're all a part of it,
like it or not.
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So tell me, Goddess,
do you see?

We'll do anything for you,
no matter who's free.

As long as we get a moment with you,
stolen or given,
from afar or up close,
to paint you a picture,
and write you a letter,
to play you a song.

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​​And sing you a tune,
to dance with you in darkness,
and hug you in light,
from now and forever,
make love even in blight,
to share you even we fight,
and hopefully one day to share the spotlight,
as we are uncovered into the limelight.



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Inside this brain and body,
we all ache for the Queen,
the Flower,
the Goddess,
the model,
the modest,
the honest,
we promise--

For once we go back in,
and we close our eyes,
we enter solace.

And your name sounds like a song,
the flame burns strong,
and despite being hazy,
we fight each other to find you always,
our beautiful yellow daisy.

"You destroy me, ever so softly."
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