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Voodoo Eyes

voodoo eyes listen on youtube or here  1 THERE ARE TRACES OF  VOODOO WITH TALES TO COME,  AND around IT THE EMPTINESS OF WHAT’S NOT YOU HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU that IN YOU,  THERE IS something in my reduced world FOR ME TO BARE when around you so INTO THE EDGE OF THE COOLEST cave i delve into SHADE & SALIVA reminiscing the blue glow of the second kiss the burn of embrace that will never feel the same we love to lay under the breezy sky mating voluptuous lips  but IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO,   IN YOUR EYES  THERE IS VOODOO 2 HAVE’NT THEY TOLD YOU to LET MY EYES SEE WHAT THE WORLD HAS CONDENSED IN YOUR SOUL,  THE BEAUTY THAT DOESN’T  BELONG ON THIS earthly LANDSCAPE,  BUT a statue ON THE LAWNS OF THE GODS ABOVE ,  LET ME FEEL WHAT LANGUAGE  NESTLED ON YOUR TONGUE ,  WHAT CAN I TAKE FROM YOUR MOUTH ,  OR POLISH THE TATTOO ON YOUR LIPS ,  feelings that I've dreamt of you confirmed the warm healing sign...

Good Dead Day

good dead day
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blood is oxidized by my stagnant feelings   
failing to touch you beneath your dirty thoughts
drowning the suns energy of the day with this and that   
anticipating a playful moon by night 
whisper to me the basic fact and
and I'll follow you to where it hurts 
and if we can't get it done, im okay, it'll still be another good dead day

let's lay in the suns courtyard the day after
let's toss horse shoes on what’s left of every loose end
i close my eyes for the night's arrival just like yesterday
i pause to stay and welcome you to the best of what my dreams can do

voices & memories reflected through photographs, 
once upon a time you promised me what’s to come
i found nothing but you staring back in denial, 
asking me why i bled for you?  
i gave you what i could, while you waited for the unknown showdown
and me? me? a day without anything done
it was a good dead day, and i'm still okay

did you lie to your self to believe in me as a choice and not settling? 
who's face was in the mirror?
was it a tight fight or a landslide victory over your own demons?
shadowy fiqures of your own creation will always be there, to hype you up 

outline to me the plan on how you wanted to color me bad, 
paint my agenda before i lose to the lingering sleep mode,
where ever you go tomorrow 
i'll be there to greet you with 25 roses plus 5 for spare 
wrapped up around my dreams sitting on hope
life is still perfect in my head and lies feed the journey 
& i’m still waiting for some credit for effort  
still i have until sun-up to make this truly a breakthrough day  
to break the cycle of those good dead days to a simple good day
either way, im still okay 

living to the extreme of desperate attempts, 
i live the day to absorb a solution, 
jetlag's of passing hours pushed my efforts sideways 
to the days dead end corners. 
going nowhere is the same, 
when i’m passing through a day that's good as dead right from the start 

reviewing all this by night i ask
was destroying me a passing phase? 
or was it desperation to ruin my good dead day? 
i have the bare minimum of a good day, and that's a good dead day
either way, im still okay 

i have the bare minimum of a good day, a good dead day
either way, im still okay 



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