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... You have been a long time comin'
and the clouds have rolled You in slowly.
But I ain't mad at the upshot sky.
it's my lucky number.
It's the author of release.
It taught me monsters are easy to come by so I went out and found the beast before we met when the assignment was to incomplete myself with sad songs and recycled insults,
when I was spun out eyes bagged teeth fist first in lust and considering Jesus,
You were there.
You have been the whole journey and I ain't got nothin' against goin' home to You,
You look good yer tidal wave,
toe-to-toe with the mean blue moon,
head raised up like a lighthouse.
You are buttercups spraying out the mouths of doves,
fireworks stuck in the air.
You're a freestanding landing pad held together by choir claps.
You're a god not afraid to walk with the saviors who ride monkeys around on their backs kicking up mercury spreading upward openly,
You're an 18-stringed guitar heart sparkin'
off roots dancing out of the river's edge.
You walk like a free country with an affinity for thick skin.
You live humming to the tune of let loose like a railway banging through the middle of Novocain,
an open winded under water fire escape.
You have, now are, and always will be my reflection of individuality carried out by the acoustic drift of a snowflake. . .
livin' with a fingerprint
And I am rumble motion jawbone waterlogged with ink spots smiling ear to ear armed with backbone and busted zoo gates promising You from the bottom of my harmonica pocket forever,
You will never have another lonely holiday.
where the assignment is to live without a destination,
I end up with You and the rain, released.
flockprinting stars between me and the beast.
Posted August 13, 2011
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