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Red reflections of the temple's stare

All the saints

Epic creativity

All the making that matters

A woman screams in glitter

A contemplative man dreams of murders

A politician flipping burgers trying to win over fans

All hear! The purple goddess moans

Singing in tongues

In a graveyard of tones

Writers, producers, directors, and chiefs

Epigraphs in remembrance

But are the workers pleased?

Follow the Lizard King

With the disarming smile

Pursuing rich horizons of lies

Read the fine print of guile

Ask the questions

Attack the constitution

Bakers around a worn kitchen table

Sustain the revolution

One a.m. on a weekday night

Eyes left, swipe right

Greasy food, greasy words

Unsent, un-hashed, laughs unheard

It's time, that time

Break your silence

The front lines are in crisis

On one side a deadly crossing

The other is a price tag for the men sent marching

Wrangle with feckless abandon

Wear shiny shoes and jean slacks

Make way for the opening act

Mosh amongst the sunflowers

Dance across the stage

Punctuate your sentences with distaste and rage

A man getting dressed

His body fluid as ink

Loses himself in the smoke

Of the cigarette between his teeth

Since 1822 satisfaction done right

Is a long shot of blue

In a world of black and white

For those that never let us down

In the shadows and mist

We flash an icy smile

And get into the mix

A sage sitting on paisley sheets

Staring blankly at a polaroid diary

Looking for conspiracies

In a million little pieces

Wondering how deep the cover-ups go

Temples with broken bells

Play music that fades

It's a geometric eyesore

But a brilliant sound

Listen to what you want

Your, your, your, your voice

A hyperspace escape

Instinct works, automatically think

Can indulgent perspectives be held together with tape?

What, I wonder, does she want with upside-down flowers?

Wise old owls perched in a synthetic environment

Staring at the obsession with forever

Attuned to wilder rhythms

Making peace with the uncompromising nature of the unbelievable

Even the man who has everything

Must earn it again

Or become a rambler

With no Moby Dick

Stop--take a breath

Turn your back on the city

A mystery sleek and moody

Charming and detached

Mythic status with a touch of grey

Is there something we could all be good at?

A shadow contemplates the figurative self

Noir pulp in a moonrise kingdom

Utopia is always in the rearview

A bedazzled specter and a watercolor sprite

Show us the road forward

We all fall asleep

Hollywood is bleeding

Happiness begins in the shallows

Never trust the look of a witch in a mugshot

Embrace the process

Return to your original state of happiness

Seek to see your mind reflected in amber

Warning: the risk of black and blue is never limited edition or mild

That said, drown yourself in self-titled smiles

Enter the House of Glam

Where angels are made in the laboratories of the Almost Famous

Join the Mad in a feast of cake

Give away your cold and grey

Some gifts are meant to be shared

Plaster posters on the walls of the highly suspect

A dangerous man self-combusts when he self-reflects

From the ancient to the modern to the Madness of the King of Pretend

Hand-waving remains the same

But didn't Socrates warn us of the dangers of low poll numbers?

The paradox of an old man's leadership

Wisdom that is out-of-date

Old men laugh while making history

The long view: a timeline in decline

The four seasons: rich, mellow, smooth, and menthol

The natural world struggles to remain

Shades of green and clean water

Go out but don't go away

Have a green agenda and something to say

A conversation or a meditation

The best persona is none at all

An enigmatic star

A casual touch

An idol that knows it all

But is that too much?

Wisdom is always in the words in red

Mystique is your greatest asset

Burn every single bridge

Be the blueprint

Connect has-been to right now

Wish you were gay and try to stay sane

Even a broken guitar can still play--or a new one, or a used one

Never be self-conscious be conscious of self

Feed and water the unknowns that are left

Decategorize--never stop thinking

Write your life in graffiti

Laugh when others wonder what you're making

On the road in a whack world

Ok, here's the future

A god with four arms and two heads

Becomes a fusion filament of black and white

The old becomes new the new becomes old

Turn your rage into music

You have to believe in magic incantations

I'm a fucking angry person

Do not be defined by the color of your skin

The shape of your body

Or the importance other people place on what they have to say

Sit on the hood of your car

Get comfortable with who you are

Then walk away in search of yourself

Illuminate the path for others

Learn to lead and follow and go your own way

Drink wine, tell stories, be an influence

Watch the stars swirl the drain

Lost in the misery of deep shared pain

Follow a yellow submarine but don't lose your way

On the frontier we drink bourbon, straight

Pegasus guards the rare vault

The Queen of Hearts seeks

A wildcard chasing a lemon drop dream

A pink muse grabs the future

An eccentric visionary with a vintage soul

Become a mystic

All mirrors are an Ode to Joy

You know what I'm saying?

The order of nature has become an imperfect circle

Use string theory to produce sonic youth

Leave me with drained stars and a bootleg moon

An anti-hero's last stand should be in a desert

The inner space reflection of outer space desolation

A rising star is superstition or superstardom

Sometimes both with the right chapter and verse

Things could always be worse

That's why we have rainbow colored glasses

Rediscovery offers essential insight

Hibernate for days and nights

Until you can love again

Be a disruption in intimate conversations

Until you can find someone to listen

Memory murder can be an epic crime

A sharp whodunit or a bogus journey

A little rum and a beach can help you decide which

Statement of Ownership: be timeless, be grateful

Don't be a sucker

No one courageous can doubt someone else's courage

Be a testament then say good-bye

True legends can never die

Epiphany: technology can make you cool but it cannot make you good

Project authenticity

Have a soft heart and a hard cock

Be someone's object of pleasure

Be someone's erotic luxury

Love everyone

Love all ways

Love with reckless abandon

Love

A last word: love getting up in the morning

Look good, but be comfortable

You are, after all, simply perfect

FIN

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