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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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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I simmer my lashes away while I sleep in a lair of poppyseed
Venoms wrapped around my neck
Now only I'll aspirations of gasping on the barbed vine I'll grow
With the ghost of floral scent
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Grit my skin down to paper and my sinews to twine
My back eroding to wear just what you needed right then
To only be what's wanted by the lustful haughty wishes of men
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Sweetpea's drip down my eyes as Hypnos bats my cheeks

Carefully batting my eyes to to keep them a flutter
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I loathe that your a part of my ghost
Burning like an broken lamppost
Feathers in my skin and coast
I want to flay it most
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Sarcophagus's lay grace upon your eyes with layers of gold eerie
Golden heart golden values to leak out of the bottom clearly
Let yourself down rest for a day inside as to get dreary
look like a trophy resting there all wasted and weary
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I'd rather be lost, sobbing and lowly
As the cards fold upon my heart
Locked into a forest of my own making
With redwoods as tall to reach Jupiter's rings
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