I’ll call for a pocket share
To hold my belongings
For the moment
I am gone
In my thougths
But still in the room
I will be back
No now
But soon
Pocket Share
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Second Hand Substance
Second hand substance
Is what he took
Back then
When he was older
But younger too
He had not an idea
Or a clue
Of what the substance could do
But he took it
And complied with the rules
He walked in the herd
Like a mule
Obey Cake
Obey the cake
That lies on your plate
Don’t wait
For a new command
Just eat
The cake
And move on with life
Uptight and Cheap
Uptight and cheap
Were the words
That drifted
Across the cafe
As she said it
With grand disdain
For both the moment
And the idea
Of what she had left
And what had given her
A cheap protea
Closing Ring
The night closes
With a shut door
It will resume again
When it opens
Once more
Grandiose
Impressive and magnificient
Insignificant
But the whole entire
World
Relies
On a few sets of eyes
So the grandiose
Is the way
Some say
Of the future
The Midnight Swoon
The midnight swoon
Starts with a sliver of a moon
Rising in the west
As the desert dust settles
Over the mountians
And the purple fades to blue
It’s the kind of night
That make
Dreams come true
From the Magazine
From the magazine
Comes a story
More than just names and theories
But a honest truth
About life
That we are connected
Deep beyond the air and the
Stars
That you and me
Are here now
The way we are
Because of links that
We can’t understand
So lets be together
And join hands
Woozy Lights
Woozy light
From the morning sun
Living up
And letting go
From the nights
Long confused dreams
So it seems
That it all begins
When the woozy light
Comes through the window
Screen
Faint Troubles
Faint troubles
Fade in the rearview mirror
As the errors grown
Quite
Clearer
What was done
And what could have been done
Could have prevented this mistake
This misgiven one
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