Hey hey hey hey hey hey
you know the sun never
goes
down
That’s right
that’s true
And hey hey hey hey hey hey
The sun -
you know it never comes up
It’s just a trick
tricking you
So hey hey hey hey hey hey
get over
the center
piece
view
Can do
Will do
Yeah hey hey hey hey hey hey
It’s a billion years of crying
White cliffs
brown shoes
When I look into your flirty eyes and all I see is wonder I cannot but hypothesize the firmament’s been sundered by some tattooed God of old who pillages and plunders all the little boys and girls who think they have the secret of living in a magic world but magic means you speak it
LOUD!
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
you know the moon
never hangs
straight
That’s right
that’s true
And hey hey hey hey hey hey
The moon -
it only wants to make waves!
When I look into your flirty eyes and I see pure desire I cannot help but kiss your lips and turn heat into fire that burns an ancient effigy calling holy powers to blind the seekers and the tweakers wasting precious hours looking for an explanation to this magic world but the magic is the magic is the magic is the magic is the magic is the magic and the magic means
you speak it
LOUD!
you gotta speak it
LOUD!
no one’ll hear you
no one’ll know
no one’ll understand
all them magic spells
all them wild thoughts
all them lovely words
all those things
you gotta say
about the things
you gotta say
about that
Excuse Me, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans You’re Wearing?
You say you know me
– Love me
– Need me
– Want me
But you keep stealing all my clothes.
And I say, “Girl,
there ain’t nothing
in my closet
for you.”
Got my heart in your hands
and my shirt on your back.
You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
Yeah, I see it in your eyes.
Looking at my shoes and socks.
I feel it in my bones.
You wanna be inside my jeans.
I feel it in my soul.
Oh God, I know it in my soul.
Girl, you keep stealing all my clothes.
You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes.
Evening Persons
Rendered lucid in the giddy light*
The mind awakes to fecund fields of unbound thought,
To become one sacred Truth, against a temporal plight,
From which all this world seems so dearly wrought.
Now as a witness underneath this setting sun,
While that star breathes its closing rays upon the land,
They watch as good, and truth, and beauty’s wills be done,
Appearing now to fade as ocean waves across the sand.
In the mind and in the heart, the sacred and the profane live.
In the mind and in the heart, forevermore they stay.
In the dreams of dreaming dreams, is where they wait to give
Their dreams some lasting memories of minds and hearts at play.
So let the giddy, lucid light of day darkly depart,
For in the dusky mind there lives a still, forever spark.
*https://sunrarainz.wordpress.com/2023/01/22/i-wish-i-was-a-morning-person/
A long and happy life of being a monster
Boris Karloff always said
that he could not stand
the idea of killing
his best friend.
Boris Karloff always said
that he could not bear
that he could not stand
the idea of killing
his best friend.
Boris Karloff tells a story
of when he was arrested
in his home town
because
he could not take
that he could not bear
that he could not stand
the idea of killing
his best friend.
So he killed his best friend
and married a wolf mother.
Together they escaped
to the Hollywood Hills,
where everyone knows
how it feels to be God.
Cowboys in Love
Everybody’s a tale to tell backwards
Everybody’s somebody you know
Everybody’s looking for light’nin
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Everybody’s a poetic nightmare, too bad
Everybody’s complaining and high
Everybody’s a blind motivator
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Didja ever think we’d be together?
Sitting under a million bright stars?
Didja ever wake up still dreamin’?
Didja ever think we’d get this far?
Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Satiation
far away
never enough
not alone
anymore
always so
far away
never enough
on the roam
that I know
far away
never enough
on the roam
always so
far away
not alone
anymore
not alone
anymore
is enough
My love, my
love, my love
never enough
My love, my
love, my love
My love is
just enough
is never enough
My love, my
love, my love
Everywhere You Look
You’ve built a brand
You’ve got to keep it strong
Got to keep it strong
Remember basic needs
Keep it strong, strong
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When you walk in the room,
the air grows so cold
I imagine with horror
the things you might do
Thought this would be
so nice and easy
Yet here we are now
all dangerous and lonely
—————————/—————————
Nights never end
Love is everywhere you look
Turn your head to the right
What bitter, old feelings?
You’re not words, you’re music
This love? This is music
Sweeter in the end
Turn your head to the right
Nights never end
Love is everywhere you look
You want to be the one
Everywhere you look
An Irresponsible Jubilee
Sky dark, smothering clouds
Rain rain rain pouring down
Streets empty, no one found
Ghosts of spring haunting town
Leaves fallen, feeding ground
Trees barren, spindly rungs
Wind screams with freezing tongue
Winter’s dry reign has begun
Darkness plagues, still within a light
Angels’ blood, Elioudic wights
Fires breed new, blighted hearts
Wicked warmth through frigid nights
World wrought, deepest cold
Hopes held high held hopes
Light behind, blind eyes behold!
Fire fire fire calls us home
The Ogdoad Pay a Visit to Ernest Angley
we are the fire
we are the breath
of a thing
beyond the thing
that burns within
our fragile skins
we are the sound
we are the voice
of piercing words
of prophecy
that mistakes this
for a world amiss
we are the hole
we are the way
a beacon in the dark
the purifying heat
a fury, a power
a nihilistic coward
we are the breath
those that live
in and out
in and out
the never-fading fire
the unquenched desire
we are the things
we’ve been so concerned with
per serving
perversing
we are the breath
we are the fire
Looking Out the Window
You wake
You move
You fall the fall that’s all
You see
You fly
You sleep
You fix the fix for what
You need
You look
You bend
You fight the fight until
You end
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
You know you know you made me cry!
But who’ll believe we’re breathing fire?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
Why are you looking out the window?
Why aren’t you looking at me?
Jason Preu 
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