2.3557 : 1/28/15 : Visionary, Translator (Endless Axis 290/500)

Visionary, translator

stationary

plan hater

gotta drift

mull

flow

I'll spin you when I

Bang

go

Parabolic concentrator

Wide net

fire hose later

Open plan

Open heart

Soon ten years since

I hit start

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2.1218 : 9/2/08 : Swing

We’ve got to turn this thing

turn it over again

turn it over again

we’re swinging up to the wall

we got to kick off

keep that pendulum swinging

we’re all dreaming about

a permanent majority

What we’re getting though

is just more jackboot authority

And I’m hoping that pendulum

is swinging back down

So while you fat cats

all party it up in my town

I’ll slip in a little prayer

for my thing

I’ll slip in a little prayer

for all that swing

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2.723 : 4/26/07 : Hyper Extension

They say the root cause
is that everything takes space
the vector between
a brick wall
and my face
Hyperbolic parabola
hotly bisected
the asymmetry
twist deep in my face reflected
Extension but what if
the extension is hyper
what if all is a code
what if I am the cipher
I’ll play my plain space
at the back of the chorus
and swear not to lose
sight of the trees for the forest
settle content into
my fifth dimension
And dazzle your face
with my glowing intention


what

2.511 : 9/26/06 : (Selling Water for its Weight in Gold) Overture

Wearing thin and getting old
clichés worn to the glow of fool’s gold
Good intentions heard that one before
A mirror meets a window meets a door
An overture of a sketch of a notion
Such a small bucket such a large ocean
forgotten all the movements I imagined
forgiven and forgiven and still I sinned
The story of the journey, the story of the bell
the story of the forest  and the story of the well
the story of the tale and how it was told
of the man who sold them water for its weight in gold
the rising action the parabola
the gripping climax and its dénouement
the people as they carried it six thousand years
revealing every mystery as it appeared
I’m weary of the argument inside my head
of silently refuting all the words he said
of biting on my tongue all the live long day
And so I say and so I say
I’m going to pass over this bitter cup
I’ve had enough I’m going to give it up
it will never be finished I’ll never be done
I will never understand
I’ll never be the one

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