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Tunes By LJ - Watermelon
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Out there in the haze
A million miles away
Sunlight grows brighter and bold
Underneath the roads
Buildings fade to gold
Legends from fighters of old
Those who know
Bow their heads to the ground
Solemnly take hope
Alone
Point your face at the sky
Pray it doesn't fall to pieces
Deep inside the maze
A billion lives to save
Candlelight flickering glow
Just outside the lines
Water turns to wine
Fire is under control
Start the show
Burning lights falling down
Suddenly explode
Below
Only faith left to die
Go get right with God
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this is not a love song
i’ve given that away
instead I'm trying to understand
the hurt behind the way I feel
it's so bad
sick of all the swan songs
they're leading me astray
my silver throat's a fucking joke
a voice with nothing left
you say
“goodbye”
sunlight
calling through the window
but we won't get up
because we've dropped any hope for repair
lost time
falling ever over
we're a hopeless cause
shut the open door
the rope's tied short
shorter than the fall
holding on to one long
minute that's replayed
as life unfolds before our eyes
collapsing like a crashing wave
baby
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It’s an irresistible slide
Slowly reaching full decline
Motor functions elide
Spongy brained yet alive
Stumble through lonely nights
Words no longer comply
Tripping tongue mangles rhymes
Teeth shattering vibes
Lips gripping sounds just to find
Wordless noises fade to die
Hands don’t grip like they used to do
Broken bones misshapen, yellow, ugly, bruised
Eyes spy a photo, colour senses collide at first sight
Gravity diminishes height
Taller aged four to five
Bulk shrinking to size
Boredom stretches out time
Impatience holding back the tide
Small wins fall between the widening cracks
Accumulate near the floor now the sweeping lacks
Tipping scales balance falling off the shelf to one side
See the signs that were never there
Partly hidden by the gorgeous hair
Seek a way to force a circle square
Raise a fist into the air
We are capable and able theoretically
Selecting an end point secretly carefully
Inflatable mattress aside
Silence dogs me everywhere
Grief’s an ancient’s despair
Future planning’s not my affair
Long to be most anywhere else
You wouldn’t let an animal suffer distress
Offer treatment stop the suffering embrace the abyss
Death comes too gradual to the wretched, the old, the benign
Push these thoughts across a sleepless night
Entertaining in cold blinking light
Where are people who pretend to care
To make amends for your thoughtless prayer
The ending I want selfishly, choosing free
Finish on a high
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Fill in the blanks so the sentences
Start to make sense
They tell a tale that’s
Already been told
Repeatedly
You are a ditto machine
A lilac ghost
Dissolving those dreams
Your scent hangs on the air
Bittersweet for years
Connect the dots maybe you’ll see
The bigger picture
Starting to emerge
The whole thing built upon
What happened earlier
I am a mimeograph
A darker shade
Moving through masks
Repeating my mistakes
Until the ink runs clear
Twin scenes drawn together
But they’re not the same
Try to find the words
Before it is too late
One day all that
Will be left are
Overlapping rounded shapes
We were a moment undone
Two phantom notes
Exposed to the sun
Our story softly fades
As each line disappears
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Dear Mrs Fant, sometimes called Mommy Dearest
on this day it was your funeral last year
I couldn’t speak ill of the dead I’m so sorry
the service was brief for the few people there
constant
judgement
never a thought to be kind
finding with time that my anger’s receding
morphing to pity to useless regrets
no one could make her see outside herself
oh she died before anyone said
temper
triggered
without a safe place to hide
always screaming
demeaning
until the good was goodbye
discovered when you joined the dearly departed
departure’s leave room something new will arrive
light going dark lets another grow brighter
and death can bring someone to life
Arrrrrggghhhhhhh
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A cardinal is singing just outside the window pane
Unseen crows are offering a murderous refrain
High above America’s demented retail dream
where Christmastime increasingly resembles Halloween
Each marquee proclaims potential economic bliss
Songbirds make their nests, completely unaware of this
Surely such a grievous opportunity to miss
All life’s desire set afire by shopping’s sacred kiss
Love affairs with billionaires who don’t know how to stop
Lacking moral compasses but heading toward the top
Uncontrolled desires destroying undeveloped woods
Building malls designed to fall, closing up for good
Leaving empty storefronts, gaudy desecrated tombs
Eventually refashioned into multipurpose rooms
Accommodating congregating drunk conventioneers
Collecting plastic relics from diminishing careers
Or Funerals as hipsters suffer first world problem deaths
Choking on pistachios, vaping final breaths
Suspendered and mustachioed, a corpse in perfect health
Wondering did he ever even once look like himself
Evening drapes its sheet over our animal parade
Bedside clocks serve summons to the promises they made
sometime long after midnight a voicemail goes unheard:
“Report to Human Resources - we hope to have a word.”
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Muffled murmurs behind bolted doors
Ghostly groans down darkened corridors
Constant creaking
Sounds like speaking
All of it
Unintelligible
Letters layered onto weathered walls
Chambers covered up with spider scrawls
At every turning
Some written warning
Each message
Indecipherable
A figure follows furtively
Footsteps faintly fall
I finally find the fortitude to face yon friend or foe
His arm
My wrist
Those fingers
This fist
That breath in these lungs
One word on two tongues
Him and me
Indistinguishable
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Already know, but can't put your finger down - Tunes by LJ
Tip of a tongue, almost out sung seems to linger around
Talking 'bout death, or some other threat, - Jim Tyrell
pained-filled hearts grown old, slowing cold
News surprising, realizing, we're strung together, though we seem so far apart - GFS
Missing winter glove, Unrequited love - Panacotta
Futures' inky canvas, certain once gone past, the present's a gift not meant to last - Sober
I eat word salad after tea, balsalmic's way too vinegary, tomatoes hide a silent E - Phlub
Baby, Maybe, Rabies, Save me, crazy, navy, lazy, lady - Stacking Theory
Reflecting thoughts, unravelling mind
water bottles roll off the drop - Mandrake
F*CK - Nightingale's fiddle
a couch for a grouch in a crouch with a pouch, it's ouch when you slouch she can vouch - Jon Porobil
SSSS, SSSS, Spintunes ~ -HPH
SSSS, SSSS Spinned Moods....
SSSS, SSSS Skinned Loons
SSSS, SSSS, Shin Spoons
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[steve 1]
table. chair. book. reading. reminded...
school. learning. history. false. thinking...
[drop 1]
...
[steve 2]
train. sit. travel. crowded. its like...
party. me. not there. want home. though...
i...
[drop 2]
...
[bridge ig? Honestly doesn’t sound right]
out. time.
at. where?
sleeping.
broken.
no. down.
for. why?
when... dreaming about...
[drop 3]
You.
we are nothing but fragmented thoughts.
shattered pieces of glass in memory.
scattered parts from my mind thrown to the wind.
[im gonna call this a Fallout, the aftermath of a chorus, lets make this a thing!]
a collage. picture frame. forever stained. without paint.
fractured fleeting dreams. forgotten names, cherished pain.
[outro]
remember rain
recalling breeze
please never change
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