winter

when the cold soul shall show its being

and the community separated

when the early light is all one will see

and the night is slow

when my ears are ringing

and turn this lie into symphony

-Lahmadaj

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America!

we'll constantly lie to ourselves and each other

America!

it's mine, i want it, you're my competition

America!

cold war yeah, hide your head, show me your teeth

don't forget to bitch about nothing

America!

hey that's what i'm doing.

-Lahmadaj

look the

leaves are changing i've made a mistake the time is past i have waited too long and the plane is taken go further inside and find a lot of it about the turn and the rip blanket cold and pieced faces and flesh to tell me we should stop what we speak of though both partake and have sounded here into air

thus placing the task again away from present and loving touches to mistook and possible jeal a late and humble cantor to please a run away

thanking the tree as passed and looked over what wonder at the stretch a buzzing and cone sway sway holding the railing

-Lahmadaj

burn the lightening

feel the glowing brass

the turn of a lock

press quick the soft cold stone

touch the tops of your triangled flesh

a bump in the scarlet

tighten the lengths

breathe it so heavy


the ground is expanded

the liquid tin flows

-lahmadaj