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Morning Like A Movie Scene










Morning Like A Movie Scene



Blankets crinkle/
We lay and dream with/
Favor twinkling/
Over us, let's remain asleep and/
Escape our demons/
With faith, relief and/
Graze, Elysium/
Welcomes us, two shades of people/
On a painter's easel/
Flame and meaning/
Claim and keep us/
You face me eager/
To make believe that/
The rage that keeps me/
Chained and beaten/
Wont leave me slain, defeated/
But God will one day release me/
Praying meekly/
To raise the weakened/
Parts of me as I'm prostrate and weeping/
Rake the heathens/
In me over coals, baked and heated/
Charades and leaflets/
Covering us, promenades and evenings/
My shame, my secrets/
My disgraces, evils/
You take them, treat me/
And make me leap in/
To the deep end, you praise me sweetly/
And to be okay, I need these/
Nocturnal/
Drops furnished/
With all your fix-/
Ings and calm certain-/
Ty, it stops vermin/
In me, locks hurt in/
Its box, worthless/
And I'm caught, working/
On me, I walk, versus/
The dark churning/
In me as the dawn bursts in/
And draws curtains/
On this raw, personal/
Song lurching/
From my heart, yearning/
To be expressed, a brawl burning/
To be sought, earthen/
And thought current/
Be gone serpent/
As I yawn, vermin/
Abscond nervous/
And I know my charm's pertinent/
Let's stroll gladly/
Down by the atoll, hand in/
Hand, warm, laughing/
Souls matching/
My old candid/
Worn camera/
Adorned lavish/
With gold strands and/
A rose lashed in/
Your hair, coal black with/
The mornings fragments/
Of roving fabrics/
From your bedsheets and bold glasses/
The phone's raucous/
With the droning racket/
Of music, soaring Classic/
Rock and dope rapping/
Our movie scene/
Is moving me/
Lucidly/
With rows packed in/
To throw packages/
Of coke, candy/
And broke wrappers/
At us as we drone madly/
In closed captions/
The director yells, "Go! Action!"/
To hold passionate/
Stolen glances/
But we've got our own traction/
And move so fast when/
We're together we soar past him/
And I'm lost in your eyes/
Caught in the ris-/
Ing sun's ultimate guise/
Partners for life/
Sounds awesome if I'm/
Being honorable, right/
A daughter of light/
Stopping for my/
Problems and strife/
Is startlingly kind/
My heart burns with pride/
When what I've kept bottled inside/
Believed uncommon and dire/
Keeping me fallen and iced/
Is honest and slides/
Away from a karmic revise/
Coddled and wise/
Smartly entwined/
I'll slaughter the dry/
Desert while polishing rhymes/

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