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On StageI bow, greet the black,  Soon violated by new light.  The spots in my eyes— you can't take this back.   
The audience sways and I hope I won’t crack.  With malice and vice, I fight and I fight.  I bow, greet the black.   
The people all moan; they cut me no slack.  Light annexes to my eyes like shadow to night.  The spots in my eyes— you can't take this back.   
Adrenaline. I’m wanderlust, faster off-track.  The rope tangles, but my puppet-master shows no respite.  I bow, greet the black.   
On stage I am lightening— brighten violent and c On Stage
Your Fingers Drip SonatasYour fingers drip piano sonatas, which shiver  Like the whispers of late night love sighs;  Across the silence of my morning heart they quiver.   
Your practiced notes fall as symphonic silver;  
As crescendos trip into passion cries,  Your fingers drip piano sonatas, which shiver   
Trickling down the silt of my soul like a river,  Effluents that never ebb or run dry,  Across the silence of my morning heart they quiver,   
As I wait with baited breath for you to deliver  Movements like planets in celestial skies;  Your fingers drip piano sonatas, which shiver   
 Your Fingers Drip Sonatas
Summer SkiesLaid out beneath soft summer skies,  Caramel skin glistens like silk;  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Quiet breath and muted sighs,  Fingers pressing against pursed lips,  Laid out beneath soft summer skies.   
I feel them all; the lows, the highs,  The touch of oily, scented skin, and  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Her collarbone, her ribs, her thighs,  Butterfly-fragile under fumbling fingers,  Laid out beneath soft summer skies.   
When the warm light finally dies,  I lean towards her as the last of  The sun dances in those amber eyes Summer Skies
relaxationI sip my tea,  savor the warmth,  and let things be.   
My mind is free  to wander while  I sip my tea.   
Relaxed--that's me,  as I lean back  and let things be.   
I hear and see  my music and  I sip my tea.   
After running three  hard races I rest,  and let things be.   
I've found the key  to feeling free.  I sip my tea  and let things be. relaxation
RegretSlow and red formed pain that screams  Dark matter holds to every strand  Such thoughts that rise and come as dreams   
Fraught with tears and aching streams  Unhinged and dark are some grey tears  Slow and red formed pain that screams   
Every waking moment teams  On brewing up a healing thought  Such thoughts that rise and come as dreams   
A wizened voice does strain His beams  To aid the pain and sense of loss  Slow and red formed pain that screams   
One day it stops and grips heartbeats  Fermented hours, days and weeks.  Such thoughts that rise and Regret
Torn
GoldilocksOh, let me cut away this golden hair!  Let me be the woman that I could,  And live the wild existence of the bear.   
What thrills and dangers might await me there?  I grow so tired of constantly being good!  Oh, let me cut away this golden hair.   
A little girl - sweet, virginal and fair -  But now I give up doing what I should,  And live the wild existence of the bear.   
They caution me far more than I can bear!  You drive me mad, my dear Red Riding Hood.  Oh, let me cut away this golden hair.   
Think how my doting parents would despair  To see their lit Goldilocks
Be Never DoubtfulBe never doubtful that you are my friend  And brother of my soul and of my heart,  So let our ties and kinship never end.   
How strange that we should share a common trend  Of vacillation when it comes to art.  Be never doubtful that you are my friend.   
I may be sometimes rough and might offend  When only good intentions I impart,  But let our ties and kinship never end   
Despite an unintentional upend.  With that in mind, I hope you take to heart;  Be never doubtful that you are my friend.   
And thus I hope the feeble words I've penned  Serve not the bo Be Never Doubtful
EnkairoSo strange a thing it is, this life of pain;  This song, however brief, is always sung  And mournful ever in its sad refrain.   
We know we are unable to abstain  --oh would that we could leave this song unsung!--  So strange a thing it is, this life of pain.   
Oh bitter notes! that in their sweetness feign  A soothing lullaby when we are young  Is mournful ever in its sad refrain.   
But ere we get the chance to ascertain  The truthful melody, our souls are wrung.  So strange a thing it is, this life of pain.   
The funereal dirge begins to wane,  Abandonin Enkairo
BubblesQuick! Hold your breath!   Bring the magic to your lips.  Release, and watch it fly away.   
Stirring your soul with the magic,  Bring it once again.  Quick! Hold your breath!   
See the shining, confining sphere  In which your life is held?  Release, and watch it fly away.   
Begin again with your sorcery,  And draw in the sweet, warm air  Quick! Hold your breath!   
Pause.  Feel your oxygen depleting,  But know you don’t need it.  Release, and watch it fly away.   
There’s three, now, mingling in the air.  Like c Bubbles
This Ache Like Molded RustToday the pain is especially ice-like-  The ache of missing you is like molded rust.  My dreams rot with you in drifting night.   
The smell of summer roses is sharply bright  And I should bloom in the wake of youthful lust:  Today the pain is especially ice-like.   
No brazen revel seems exactly right  Minus the blaze of your laughing gust.  My dreams rot with you in drifting night.   
If only I could part Death with extra sight,  Cremate mortality to singeing dust-  Today the pain is especially ice-like   
But there's no way to turn charcoal light  And life This Ache Like Molded Rust
Our Midnight FlowerI rest my eyes upon this flower,  With its sharp and stabbing thorns,  Entice me at this midnight hour.   
Vines climb up this endless tower,  For my lost lover I do mourn,  I rest my eyes upon this flower.   
Spirits hold me with such power,  Stems are broken, leaves are torn,  Entice me at this midnight hour.   
Rain falls down in heavy showers  Wash away my seething scorn  I rest my eyes upon this flower   
Reciprocate my hero’s valor,  Of which this flora’s essence borne,  Entice me at this midnight hour.   
Early morning’s dew drops sour & Our Midnight Flower
You Call this ArchaeologyThis man who studies artifacts and bones  And often travels with a hat and whip  Is known to all as Indiana Jones   
You’d never see him with cellular phones  But you’d probably see him with a busted lip.  This man who studies artifacts and bones.   
Dealing with gangsters who go back on loans,  The professor who rarely avoids deadly trips  Is known to all as Indiana Jones.   
When driving a truck he’ll ignore traffic cones  As he bumps nasty Nazis into pits.  This man who studies artifacts and bones.   
Amid shouts of “Doctor, Doctor!” an You Call this Archaeology
Last Dance of the SeasonsLast Dance of the Seasons   
So now November kisses him goodbye  With a touch whose love cannot endure  And Winter never knows the reason why   
She hangs her head to golden tear-drops cry  On ground his sorrow washes white with hoar  So now November kisses him goodbye   
Eternal promised love a weeping lie  No time-bound thing can last forevermore  And Winter never knows the reason why   
He calls down all his armies from the sky  In wrath, his heart is brimming full of war  So now November kisses him goodbye   
She shudders with a wail and strives to f Last Dance of the Seasons
Kiss Me Under the MistletoeKiss Me Underneath the Mistletoe   
When I see you under the mistletoe  Crimson lips and sparkling auburn eyes  I just want to forget the morrow   
In another face, I need not lo  Your hand entwined with mine will suffice  When I see you under the mistletoe   
Into oblivion, my sorrow  Your warmth in mine, no need for reprise  I just want to forget the morrow   
There is no room for any ego  There is no opening for lies  When I see you under the mistletoe   
Unless you ask, I shan’t let you go  My love is forever, there’s no price  I Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe
HandsThat ardent, ambivalent Romeo - he was all hands.  No lips nor eyes, heart nor identity,  just ten raging bandits that felled on command   
and I watched each lust-starved rogue disband  at the flickering flight of my virginity.  That aching, faking Romeo - he was all hands.   
His lust could not seem to understand  the blockade of tears that crystallised me  or why I was a paralysed victim of his command   
but I could still feel the probe of his brand  as I lay denying the act of his obscenity.  That lustful, untrustful Romeo - he was all hands   
who saw that l Hands
Tragedy is Love's DecayTragedy is love’s decay,  People fallen down,  Miracles just float away.   
Time will always make them stay,  On the King’s head a crown.  Tragedy is love’s decay.   
The drugs upon the table say:  How we have hit the ground.  Miracles just float away.   
Lovers blind to passing day,  We scream without a sound.  Tragedy is love’s decay.   
In the street the children play,  But that car was not a clown.  Miracles just float away.   
In the bed the sickened lay,  Wearing not but a frown,  Tragedy is love’s decay Tragedy is Love's Decay
Red
Forbidden DoorWhat lies behind the forbidden door?  Beyond the warning sign that reads,  ‘Do not enter!’ You’ve heard it before.   
Teasing shadows dance across the floor,  As from the cracks daylight bleeds.  What lies behind the forbidden door?   
Up the walls the light would soar,  If from behind that door it were freed.  ‘Do not enter!’ You’ve heard it before.   
So it’ll flicker there, tempting you to explore,  If light had a voice you know it would plead.  What lies behind the forbidden door?   
‘Come closer, it’s easy’ it Forbidden Door
Replica AutomataEach and every one the same  Like an army of corpses they stand  All part of the same grand game   
They are without face or name  Without family or homeland  Each and every one the same   
They have no individual fame  But are infamous hand in hand  All part of the same grand game   
They dance around a single flame  And march to only one band  Each and every one the same   
They won’t accept any blame  For they don’t understand  All part of the same grand game   
They don’t know remorse or shame  And simply do what is plan Replica Automata
Seductive BeatLet’s move to  our body’s seductive beat  Moving across the floor in this provoked dance  Feeling nothing but our combined heat   
Having moved past the meet and greet  Finding the rhythm for your advance  Let’s move to  our body’s seductive beat   
Finding something worthy to eat  Locked in the sway of hips, take a chance  Feeling nothing but our combined heat   
My sanity taking a backseat  You had me at your first glance  Let’s move to  our body’s seductive beat   
Not even trying to be discreet Seductive Beat
Maybe if i'd tried harderMaybe if I’d tried harder you would have stayed  Because you know I still think of you sometimes  But you’ve left me and gone away   
I remember it like yesterday  I can still see you shaking your head  Maybe if I’d tried harder you would have stayed   
Maybe if I’d cried harder you would have stayed  Because you know I still love you  But you’ve left me and gone away   
You know it’s a struggle to get through each day  Without you here by my side  Maybe if I’d tried harder you would have stayed   
And don’t you ever wonder Maybe if i'd tried harder
My Soul DepartsMy soul departs, and all is turned to gray,  And though I do not know who struck the blow;  My life fades, fades with the coming of day.   
Though I try, my lips can’t seem to say  A word, my time it seems is up, and so;  My soul departs, and all is turned to gray.   
People gather ‘round where my body lay,  I struggle for life, but deep down I know;  My life fades, fades with the coming of day.   
A voice, ‘Hold on,’sends to my soul a ray,  Of light, a ray which will not let me go;  My soul departs, and all is turned to gray.   
Now will my soul fly, fly like the My Soul Departs

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