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Date Posted: 08:39:51 04/16/09 Thu
Author: vince
Subject: Doldrums

DOLDRUMS



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hands smother the face and objective thought gets explosive
roles get switched constantly in his sadistic mindstate


He's laying on his back staring into the Sun
Playing russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun
Stunned that anarchy hasn't whet his appetite
As tears stream down his now deformed face
Solace is evasive
Thoughts run through his head as clouds shift shapes
He's gonna ferment these sour grapes
He thinks he can make champagne out of vinegar
hands clutching balsamic wands while daffodils disperse
Making a wish for amethyst raindrops
Was it a gift or a curse, he wanted a purple diamonf crystal ball
Dull drums never seemed so debased and primal
He's selling his soul for a chance at naked cymbalism


STILL HE CAN'T ESCAPE HIS BOREDUM
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nightfalls and he gets the guitar out of his closet
Singing the blues, while maintaining stoic outlooks
every riff is a gunshot fired @ social conformity
"Can I ever quell this quiet storm in me?!?!"
bloody fingers cannot surgically repair the broken psyche
that he prayed for, somewhere 'tween schizophrenia & amnesia
He keeps forgetting the meaning of selective memory
his room is padded and its full of poems he left unfinished
They take him beyond these four walls, 3 which never speak
but even if these walls could conversate he'd rather argue
its hard to befriend a voice inside your head
All he wanted was to take flight with his inflated imagination
Ressurecting his spirit in the soil of a doldrum fairytale.

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