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Escapees

12/27/2012

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The alarms are buzzing
two patients are missing
the magnets are broken
the orderly boys are chasing
the kids can taste liberation
freedom fuels their fleeing
the ones left behind scream in their minds
Run! Run! Run! Run!
the police have been called
they'll use their dogs
in their escapism
we are all glory eyed

They tuck themselves by a river bed
"Kiss me, I'm so cold," she says
he lands his lips his hands they grope
long suppressed love is made
their up again, running again
hearts elated, hand in hand 
against the sirens against the dogs
against the thoughts of
security in asylum
they pound the pavement 
to a place he knows that's safe
at least what's safe to them

Their figures caught in a spot
cop cast shadows against the fence
the boy he's cunning as fuck
drops his voice to say
"Go, baby. I'll meet you there.
Don't worry. I got this,
Their dogs are slow-minded. 
These pig's are nim-wits."
She runs away
only to hide
the siren's start, her ear's bleed
red and blue oscillations leave

She moves on
to the place 
where he said they'd meet up
there's a man on the doorstep
he beckons to her discreetly
she approaches wearily
"Have you seen him?"
"No we haven't."
He leads her in 
and down the stairs
to a circle of 
youngjunkysouls


He's being
handcuffed but
before he got 
caught he
fought like he might
die

She's being 
fixed up
taught it doesn't
matter it
doesn't matter

either
way you
look at 
it they are
caught--
--
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Fragile morn

12/27/2012

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fragile in the morning sofragile in the morning
sleepless i make the coffee strong
so fragile in the morning why so fragile in the morning
i twiddle my thumbs  
finding distraction 
from stirring my own
blood

it's the same sound the same voice
i fought a fight with last night
it's the same sound the same voice
i've been fighting all my life
if i
don't win
i might
die 

(instrumental)

i myself am bold, strong and noble
a genuine good-willed soul
i myself am bold, strong and noble and
i'm not the only one to struggle
with 
an unreal
mental 
anguish

i must abolish you
i must abolish you
i must abolish you
i must abolish you
you've con-
trolled me
long e-
nough

(instrumental)



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Turning Friends to Diamonds

12/10/2012

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friends gathered in a circle
like stones for a sundial
because i needed them to
keep a good time recollectable

and, i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
the best of them turn to diamonds
when we start to shatter we come together
to share the pieces of each other

laughter, adventure, true love
sought after those crushing periods
with pals to patch your mind
refortifying the pass of time

and, i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
the best of them turn to diamonds
when we start to shatter we come together
to share the pieces of each other

then there are those that are no longer apart
in this world of impermanents
they spread all the shards they were made from
and gave to me a permanent peace

and, i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
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