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Kona dreams
02:17
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I went out to a place called Club Drive
Missed the off-ramp, drove too far down the 5
These days I don’t mind the wait
But I hope you’re at home
Wondering, “Why is he late?”
Here I am
I pulled up and the sky was dark
Your complex didn’t want me to park
I circled around for a couple of times
I thought up some jokes,
And some saucy one-lines
I came back from a place called Club Drive
The stars were out and the hills were alive
I wanted to know how much they would glow
So I turned off my headlights
And headed for home
Kona Dreams
She grasped at my throat
She shared her home
But it wasn’t her own
So I’m headed for home
Kona Dreams
A glass of warm welcome
Swallowed and ate
She reached for my throat
But it was too late
Just Kona Dreams
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2. |
Irvine problem
02:50
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Flight booked overseas as your message waits for me
Now time has gone; you'll receive no response from me
Waiting patiently, as I was wont to do
Drowning hopefully - that my words will return to you
Now you're all alone as I travel far from home
Memories rattle in your bones that I'd rather leave alone
New pasts and new futures wait behind closed doors
Old pasts and old futures wait for me behind yours
Now I'm all alone as I travel far from home
Memories rattle in my bones that I wished you'd left alone
New pasts and new futures wait behind closed doors
Old pasts and old futures wait for me behind yours
Drowning hopefully, again
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3. |
Tempe solution
03:12
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I awake slamming foot to brake; same damn nightmare, same damn mistakes
If the stress doesn't take me it will certainly break me as I stare at the screen and inspiration forsakes me
Wishing it could burn out my eyes like the sun so I could put down this book and at last be done
But I'd probably just buy a fancy new pair and throw myself back into this pointless despair
I've turned to see myself but I don't see my self
I've improved myself but haven't improved my self
I'm exhausted myself and I've exhausted my self
I'm lost myself and I've lost my self
And here's my reward for a lifetime of study; a plate full of misery served with a side of humility
It would taste just fine if I could take it to-go because meals only make sense when enjoyed alone
I hate this office almost blindly at night as sleep and fatigue literally cloud my sight
But at least I know just what I want, this is exactly what I want
I've turned to see myself but I don't see my self
I've improved myself but haven't improved my self
I'm exhausted myself and I've exhausted my self
I'm lost myself and I've lost my self
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4. |
12/28/71
03:43
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Not as sweet as the rest of the Orange,
But a bitter peel; the cast away parts
And all that could have been, yearns to escape
Through efforts of constant development
A humble hope to coax pleasant chaos
From a neutrality, burdened by peace
Basic break in an acidic county
A patient place where patient people wait
Not as stale as those places with culture
But a fresh babe: young and bare forever
A hairless boy...to a smooth skinned adult
And all that could have been, waits, trapped within
Through errors of cyclic development
Of a planned place, the slave to one Master
An historical hush from a loud land,
Draped with orange curtains
What will we learn from this application?
What will we learn from its institutions?
Basic break in an acidic county
A patient place where patient people wait
And then in waiting: dream to wait again
Content development, looping circles
A handsome shell, hollow; save for ideals
Places that scrape old pulp from older peel
An historical hush from a loud land,
Draped with orange curtains
“You’ll see, I tried.”
Through errors of cyclic development
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5. |
I.S. Belliustin
04:07
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6. |
Abd
04:08
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There is a god, an ethereal god
There is a god, a material god
There is a god and I serve Him, this inconsistent god
There is a god and I resent him, this repressive god
There is a man, a good man, but still an ignorant man
There is a man, a flawed man, but an educated man
There is a man, not free, tied to the land and beliefs passed down
There is a man, not free, tied to the books in which knowledge is found
There is a plan, passed down from God to man
There is a plan, attributed to God but made by man
There is a plan, and it has enserfed this man
There is a plan, and it has ensnared this man
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7. |
Brittle bone
05:18
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I fear that I’m inadequate
In everything that I fear
Phallic guilt in a sleepy land
My brittle bone gets a tan
Onanistic thoughts repeat
Repeat
Seeds spent, spilling at my feet
Familiar dream of beach again
Tan prayer rug thrown on holy sand
Prostrate chants, for “unclean man”
While brittle bone lies out to tan
I feel the crumbling of face
The part that speaks erased
Completely caved in
Completely caved in
Familiar dream of beach again
Tan prayer rug thrown on holy sand
Prostrate chants for “unclean man”
While brittle bone lies out to tan
Unknown guilt, clenching hands
The hunched hermit raises eye
And prays to fading summer sky
Blur fear and blind contempt
For everything that man laments
Grey, brittle bone, tanned
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