Flame from Flames

Forget about the frauline featured in the fold 

I told the truth to the heavens 

So keep it silent and

Don’t let the Quiet Queen know 

You’re sad, desperately down

Rejected, refused full of hatred

Righteous rhetoric right here, right now

The silence of everything living 

In reality western boys disperse and rally in their wealth with long luxurious manes 

I’ll desperately reach out to touch the darkening space dust 

Flame from flames with a cheerful confidence 

They’re not concerned if Ruth’s sober 

Tight lined and taught on the good ground

Realizing and rejoicing 

I converse with my friends 

I’ll get dirty during the day

And dispel the big black sleigh

Oh yeah! Repeat it

When you’re mobile and cheap and alone 

You’re sad, desperately sad

Big black hole in your head

You’ve done so well, done so well

You arrange everything in a methodical manner 

Pour water on the frozen lake 

Wait in the wings 

Flame from flames with a cheerful confidence 

They’re not concerned if Ruth’s sober 

Tight lined and taught on the good ground

Reaching an imperfect plateau

Your father hesitated and everything was a wash

I think I’ll get clean and let Ruth talk 

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Dapper Duchess

A stylish dark demon traveled cross country

Precisely appointed with archaic class

She rejected all the accoutrements from  the au pair’s cache 

Silently slithering on a Louisiana line  

Running down south spitting out red wine 

Wealthy woman

Ho

Oh, ha, ha 

Keep on trying 

Dapper Duchess falls forward

The Dapper Duchess despises the haze

She’s delightful 

(Dapper Duchess)

She whispers and snickers 

Dapper Duchess, get it together 

Wow, woo

Stands like a sultana and frowns like a friend

He scorns her, he hates her to the bitter end

Splashes in the water with tiptoes in 

She’s silent as she purchases dessert and wine 

Dispel the old wig for party dress time

Wealthy woman

Ohh, hoo, hoo

 

A complex academician riding on the slide

She spits on the sidewalk and wakes on the ride 

(Haa)

Hates to be hated 

(Haa)

Hates to be hated

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Black Hole Baroness

Black Hole Baroness

I was aware of the hour with the lights turned on 

But I disregarded the call on the telephone 

Ringing dog days strutting on some silly jazzy tunes 

The soft suppress started to swell too soon

Turned out in a flash murmured in the trough 

Spun out like a shock jock space jamming now 

There’s a black hole lady sucking down the light

She polarizes people so don’t ask 

If she’ll set your mind right 

There’s the black hole lady sucking down the light

Ready to burst the bubble 

She whispered with spite

Forbid the origin from giving

Halt the parents’ pain

Stop the seniors standing in the torrential rain 

I can’t communicate with anyone so the whole lot is lost 

From deep inside you missed dispelled by the cost

Turn the tv off cause all the transmissions are jammed

Close the curtains and seal in her darkness man

Embrace the dimness and tell her why 

And then tell momma; she’ll set us free to fly

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When ours lips became butterflies

When ours lips became butterflies 

And the immersions of the sprite-like  springtime receded 

The truth of light lifted our spirits

And filled our souls with warmth of a thousand summers

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Jamerson Rd.

I remember when, down on Jamerson Road

All my flotsam friends, down on Jamerson Road

A starstruck tee-shirt stretched threadbare and thin

Hanging out all night, down on  Jamerson Road... again

A cargo wreck it seemed, scattered all my dreams

Weathered like driftwood, washed away it would

Take me back, back, back again

Hanging out all night, down on Jamerson Road... again

In my captains chair, driving down the road 

Listening to Jane's Addiction on the radio 

One soul step closer to being home again 

Driving all alone out on Jamerson Road... again

Death Like Solitude

For the faceless fair maiden

Forced to frame a flower in place for all to view

The fragrance that lingers masks her emotions

Forced deep within

Never allowed to surface

Keeping the truth shrouded again

(c) & (p) 2018 subconscious mind publication company

The Magician

With a pocketful of stardust, a willful suggestion and a smokescreen up his sleeve...

The Prestidigitator unravels mysterious amazement for those who wish to believe.  

Charisma cast across the scene, his spell now engaged for those assembled to see...

An incantation conjuring and casting out the dream. 

Slight of dexterous hands, he does weave, and the illusion unravels... into reality. 

Abracadabra! Alacazam! Hocus Pocus and Shazam...

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