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| Clay TempleIn the church of harmless sin,
There are exotic dances,
We read sermons, while they use poles,
Collecting charity from night time glances,
Everyone drinks a glass of bloody wine,
It doesn’t matter with who you lay in bed,
Or weather morals match your genes,
The lesbians are cutting bread,
Trannys pass the butter,
Accessories are hearts on your sleeves,
Even allow practicing fiends,
Band together to ban gasoline,
Use our own energy, we are solar panels,
There’s a disco ball in confession,
Pray to all Allah,
Drag queens in the little girls room
There is clay on earth,
And it’s for us to mold,
You can make it however,
As in art, everything is a creation,
Meditating and rubbing bellies,
Trying to cure depression,
on the wall a Crucifix and a Star of David,
Stain glass windows, rosery,
Turbans are the highest fashion,
Don’t face your soles to them,
We’ll tackle disease,
That will be our war,
We won’t blame her for being a whore,
But the pimp will transform,
Anything ugly will be beautified,
All alive lives with our kind,
We’ll pray in the same temple,
You call it what you choose,
There will be no neon sign,
We will have no brand,
No repenting individually,
Just for providing negative influence,
That led our minds to what was sin,
book shelfs lined biology, Qu'ran, bible,
There is clay on earth,
And it’s for us to mold,
You can make it however,
As in art, everything is a creation,
Everything is everything,
When we are the change we see,
We will imagine,
Imagine we all have a dream,
To get up and stand up,
The times they will continue to change
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| Run in to a harpoonI’m so glad, I’m so glad,
To be in a destination,
I can run in, I trek miles in,
to get going, it's progressive
As days increase,
Doubt depletes,
To cheap to keep,
Lead, bounds for bounds,
Tales for glory, a destination,
On a midnight January,
It’s crazy but some things,
They never do change,
So put your music in my brain,
And I’ll share a rhyme,
I’ll admit it I aint coordinated,
But I feel to obligated,
To philosophies my view,
From my influence that you grew,
So I’ll keep my knees off of your pew,
If you keep your foot out of my mouth
I’m so glad, I’m so glad,
To be in a destination,
I can run in, I trek miles in,
So circle around, while I inspect,
And I detect any hint of phony in you,
While you try to defend,
Actions get you burned,
If you knew this you would believe me,
So sleep on it, walk on it, step on it, roll on it
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| HazedYou’re like sloppy calligraphy,
Picture perfect camouflage,
Not like a man without his glasses,
A different distortion, a hidden spice,
That cannot be placed,
Sometimes random thoughts seem contrived,
Sometimes PI is PC,
There is to much thought,
Is it better to be thoughtless?
To think of things without thinking?
A crazy whirlwind of ideas,
Strange is the way they start,
Till crystallized their fluid,
Shrinking usually to just a pet project,
Nothing went as fast as that speeding car,
But you drive the speed limit
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| Paint BrushesScience is the best argument against any religion, Each of which is a decision and this creates division, Equals among equals, landscape and space, Wonder from place to place, investigate a maze An ant hill, just floating in the middle of space, Consequentially it’s where you began, The age old argument against man, That which is different can not be dealt with, And we’ll wait and wait and try to forget, Just be a man, just fight it, you’re the man I grew up where it was okay to say fuck, No matter which color this was, Red or pink, crazy shades, like neon What the hell ever, which ever, which ever, Now the topics are topics, but step back, Observation of what’s happening, If there is a god he’s an artist. Few brush strokes here or there, On an endless canvas | | |
| The WaterfountainTrickling water through schools,
Taken for granted by thoughts of things,
Misunderstand by misguided trues,
Water for free in the park,
Used by some players, that play b-ball games,
Hard to maintain coordination of the brain,
Pipes under the soil and cement,
Leaded to the their place, so they can drink from them,
The water stopped by dirty gum in the faucet,
Pay four dollars a bottle to avoid using it,
The irreverence to them, turn around reverence to them,
The kids out there would stand around to wait for it,
To get a taste of it, quenching and saving lives,
It would be a better place for a girl to grow up,
It would allow a root to get water and to develop
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