Jacob Underwood

Sweetened light I'm chasing through winds to see
Wishes of ends perfect inside ruby wheels
The dreaming of my heart grants as it steals
My future new flipped over on its heels
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I see you gracefully dancing on the leaves of the rhubarb bluebird
Picking out seeds inspecting them with your little eyes bluebird
A great father you are willing to go through gale winds for them bluebird
I respect seeing you not crumbling like stalwart like the tree you live in bluebird
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Take in the brisk frigid air as clouds dance in
The broken bottles of glass line streets
Liveliness lining the sidewalk
Loudly shouting down for you
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A perfect black night to be obsessed
A greenish rose barely confessed
They Know just what to suggest
Just To leave me distressed
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Tender notes of brown sugar taint my feet
Crumpling beneath me
Flaked memorials now fly down the street
Fallen from the tree
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To think about how dearly you hold me
Unnecessarily latched to my heart
Like a withering leech drinking poison
So I can only hold you when I'm cold
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Free my tithes to any earthen sand just to let your smooth face grace my eyes
Running In bitterness through waves of desolation just so I can curl upon you
Only for you my love my honeysuckle shaking sweetly amongst the pearls
Saint amongst my lips to say your name to keep me covered when I need
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I sleep in your arms your hair a lions mane
A miasma of slumber overtakes me
As I wish to feed you the blood from my vein
My love for you pouring out into the sea
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Weary I've been laying on the terrace a while now
the pigeons took my eyes months ago in a vow
bees taking village now their place in a bellow
still my body lays insect fodder sinking low
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Shrouded by purple flowers your heart is only made of dysrhythmic halves
Beating in turns from smaller to bigger like a mother and her ringdoves
The beating making the tune of a pianos or like a set of fresh opera gloves
Is growing in tandem with every root in the ground for the sake of the beloves
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The day always ends as Helios descends into the nights slumbering
As Selene is left to cradle up the moon like a boulder surrounded in wool
Every night to pass it over their heads to glow people in her romantic moonlight
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Vandals laughing on the neon painted paper walls
Ever the shallow mind just waiting for another high
Resting never in the smudging of red spray paint
Miles upon miles every shade of red from coral to ruby
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Navy rain threshing away at torn open streets flooding at the seems
Cascading of the red umbrellas of a former bright sunny daybreak
Fireworks softens to decorational sticks even their bright color dampened
Loud crackling no more just the steady steps of the onslaught of the downpour
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Such a chore to get up in the morning away from your dreams
Smelling the mango syrup dripping on your head sweetening the dreams
As you pull your sticky head up your like glue as if there was a swamp in your dreams
To lay in the shower hoping to pass out back into the land of dreams
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May I see you on the veranda laying between the ocher shelves.
And you say your always alright your petals swaying limply now
Resting finally as you grope the edge not knowing whether to fall off.
I wish for you I truly do but we both know that's not gonna get us anywhere.
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Ghastly streets below with aches of fog blurring the state between real and fiction
Only able to see the blueberry bushes as tall as hedges like a medieval guillotine
Slowly life sours in the streets though not even a sign of a body just foggy emptiness
Disappearing cars as if no one was there to begin with clearing out into utter silence
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Sundering a bow in wind
Broken obsolete
Let zephyr repair your soul
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You plummet to let the buttercupian lies enwrap your weakened soul
The messy flip side can grant your idealistic wishes of a buttercream life
Just trust in the cause so you can lie in Eris's wings to become an entertainer
Her gold rays to shine over you and coat you like a candy apple with a perfect core
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Stretching the picture frame to fit it all
As roses dance on the wallpaper sky above
An endless pit to fall in lined with maple spades
Hiding lice that bite at my brow and tear at my lips
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Violin chords shaking the brass of the mountains and granite
A start to rumble into a barren hungered sandpit
A winters stone fall to rend upon the grounds racket
Facets of stone to fall on the withered mallet
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