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u-locks
venetian sweet knots
berry blouse and pink of winter
she reads pulp republications
rouge and candied lip balm
hearts of stone and brick and mortar
intersecting padlocks
fists on hips she's fearless
let her be forever fearless
in her many incarnations
days gone by i never leaned on
people from the muddled public
behold her
psychic power i beheld
adore her
she's rejecting what they're selling
envy how she's managed
living never backing up
our sick old world is bloodthirsty
and blood is what we're made of
the loving mind can realize
in loving time
when i listen
will i listen
what i need to hear ?
life is fragile flattened paper bags
skipping heartbeats guilty humor
anything to save my spirit
auntie kept abreast the stories
echoing her gift store
decent deaths too many
haunting us pillagers quaking
skeletons make life exciting
love has overcome
retail doom is not my resting place
love believers people out there
modern age of cancer
poly-fiber heart strings
even people hand in hand
are all alone and act against
money to be subjugated
opulence
if they say these are good times
steel yourself against the dash
next decade sheds
that's promised
if trust is earned i'll never learn
lots of tasty snake oil
and kindness doesn't make a dime
but they only believe in evil
ban together standing idle
ruminating
justifying hatred
could it be millennium ?
signs of times on devil's earth ?
on devil's earth
overcome by sin
man has the validation
my only asset vicious lessons
learned in fifteen years
love is just a feeling
like a light bulb
it turns off
it doesn't linger
real things
things that matter
make a difference
last forever ...
this is just a light bulb
it burns out
it gets replaced
but everybody needs it
im no stranger
please my god my savior
hanging on my neck
and from a cross
victim of impeding wills
and likeness
let her know my secret
im only across a street
a couple floors
close enough to feel her range
and blistering
her stance of power
voice of volumes
she is special i have noticed
that's her witchcraft
she's my mirror
i think i believe in things
im into learning anything
no death no injuries
over thirties - step off
you've been corrupted
my teachers are the ones who listen
who have a skeptic interest
high and tied in ribbons
noble eightfold
table cloth