2.2524 : 3/31/12 : Gray and Mist

The gray and mist
are made of luck
the locus where the future
will come unstuck
and rush unbound
into the now
the when and why
comprise the how
the tougher questions
all remain
the mortal coil
thrums its refrain
but the hour's theme
none can resist
delivered wrapped
in gray and mist

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2.2523 : 3/30/12 : Favor

Might be better off
to drop the favor paradigm
the chosen the elect
All of that dreck
is past its prime
Nobody's special to
and no one is unique
and so I see you pause
finger an exception clause
you better think before you speak
Where once I thought myself was set apart
I soon learned that I owned a mean estate
and here's the truth that pierces to the heart
despite our art we're none of us too great

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2.2522 : 3/29/12 : Defeat Me

Even as you
try to defeat me
all the cool kids
going to try to
repeat me
but none will
duplicate this flavor
it's all I got
since I fell out of your favor

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2.2521 : 3/28/12 : Talisman

No talisman
no change of heart
no real plan
no state of the art
change is hard
there is no direction
just turning a card
and waiting for injection
into the thick of it
into the caravan
with minutes to learn the trick of it
armed only with the talisman

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2.2520 : 3/27/12 : Gun

The purpose of a gun
is to shoot shoot shoot
the condition so you see
is dismal and acute
one taken into hand
the gun wishes to be used
and so one disappears
and one stands accused

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2.2519 : 3/26/12 : Ramp

I should be toiling at the roundabout
but I keep trying to ascend the ramp
it isn't funny like it was before
When I was but a feckless scamp
I have of late though I can't say why
Just up and lost all of my mirth
and cannot find a lasting pleasure
not here nor in all of the earth
the ramp and it's illusion of progress
but it's really just a chance
but it's really just a climb
to a certain drop
to tread and mill in a stagnant pool I know too well
trying to keep my stupid head
above the slop

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2.2518 : 3/25/12 : Breach

Once More
unto the breach
and so and
bla bla bla
once again you try
to fade me with
the la di da
the middle ground
won't hold me this time around
it's either
soar motherfucker
or go straight to ground

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2.2517 : 3/24/12 : Causes

Sick of causes
sick of escape clauses
sick of these snippets
that I slip
between my pauses
What's the use
sticking with anything?
And yet I plant my feet
and just sing sing sing
tired of muses
all of my burnt fuses
of the great Judge
and how he always recuses
what's the use of
only turning up within
some will call it crazy
I say hell
let's begin

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2.2516 : 3/23/12 : Off the Plot

Hate to admit that
I am off the plot already
I really kind of thought
for once I could hold steady
but it's so hard to
concentrate
a taste like
concentrated hate
oh well
on the left shoulder
is the harpy of the
necessary
but when the numbers
still won't work
for true the thing
gets scary
and the hope ghost
on the right
sings in my face
so late at night
oh hell
and I don't even
know the plot
so if you think
I've got a shot
do tell

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2.2515 : 3/22/12 : Middle

forgot about
the middle thing
bold strokes that fall
like stupid rain
a stupid yo
from a stupid friend
fuck it jack
call that the end

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2.2514 : 3/21/12 : The Day After Tomorrow

You make your play
you say you do your best
you grit, get
steely, but the real test
to face with any game
you can beg or borrow
is the one that comes the day
after tomorrow
anticipation
it's an easy escape
and it's great on the day
you bust through that red tape
and that momentum will
carry you across one other
day after tomorrow
is a wall my brother
don't slack for a minute
don't dare brake for breath
you must bank steam
like you're soon to race with death
and if you meet that wall
at an outright run
you might see a new thing
you might just call it fun

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2.2513 : 3/20/12 : Black Banners

Tear the black banners
from the rafters down
and watch them spool
and swirl around around
break the windows
overturn the chairs
you should of thought
before you put on airs
I'll keep your mouth shut
I will smash the vase
I'll make you wipe
that look right off your face
I guess you didn't
ever anticipate
you'd end up stuck with me
on your estate
I'm not for justice
or the common man
I'm mixing up your joint
because I can
wrapped in black banners
trailing out
there isn't anything
that it's about

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2.2512 : 3/19/12 : Good Experience

Good experience for a coming man
flash forward to the corner room
the dust choked divan
flash forward to the rotting lace
the rusty stain
to never leave that cursed place again
three sisters oh the alabaster limbs
the twining fingers
now the thing begins
silk soft but oh
cold as frost touched glass
the trailing touch across
clean flesh they pass
the breathing catch the
stifled moan
experience beneath the damned throne
taste and touch a mark
he can't erase
in wicked lines carved
deep into his face

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2.2511 : 3/18/12 : Better Way

I was thinking thinking thinking
'bout the better way
but to get worked up about it
seemed just so passé
the only path out now
is to succeed
the only mission is
thought word and deed
I guess it's gotta gotta
always start today
get on it's all the secret
of the better way
If that sounds shaky
well by hell I'll shake it
until I feel it
I'll just have to fake it

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2.2510 : 3/17/12 : Pay

Pay the piper
this again
its been worse
no great sin
cut it short
and tie it off
squirm and huddle
turn and cough

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2.2509 : 3/16/12 : More Insanity

Must want
the same thing
persist in
the insane
mucking in the same pool
barking like the same fool
hitting the limit
I'll leave forever
in a minute
more insanity
to leave behind
a trail but
but not the useful kind

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2.2508 : 3/15/12 : Dreams

If I followed my dreams
What would I find
what qualifies as dreams
inside my mind
it's a mishmash in there
is that a dream or is it air
am I following my light here
or just
waiting for something to appear
Telling others to reach out
is it really fair
I don't take my own advice
and my cupboard's bare
If the dreams would unclench
if I could find the wrench
and the spot with the jam
maybe
every dream would burst the dam

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2.2507 : 3/14/12 : Sport

Insufficiently accepting
of love and support
I guess I really am a mutant
a god damned sport
What do I want
what am I really craving
what's bubbling on this
hot stove I'm standing at and slaving
too much of this
domesticated claptrap
I'm sure that by the time
it turns up I'll have
earned a bad rap

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2.2506 : 3/13/12 : Trace (tres)

Will the trace go
undetected
my unsubtle signs
selected
oye
belleza
uno, dos, tres
And finally the moment
face to face
Sometimes I seem
to know so far beyond
Sometimes the truth
defies every earthly bond
And somehow
what's to be is still to come
And it's still you and i
and still working out our sum

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2.2505 : 3/12/12 : Transcribe

Every line feels written
I will not transcribe
the same error into canon
I don't represent my tribe
I'll not transcribe these scripts
I will let these words die
and what will you do about it
great dominion of the sky

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