redemption city

Redemption city
Is where I live
Redemption city
I got nothin to give
Bide my time
And find u to forgive
Redemption city
Is where I live

Redemption city
Is where I come from
Redemption city
The beat in every drum
Redemption city
The blood that's in my veins
Skyscrapers and sewers
And love that flows down drains

Redemption city
Buildings falling down
Redemption city
Skulls stuck in the ground
Redemption city
Night gives into dawn
As evil fills the streets
The love keeps moving on

Redemption city
I fell but now I'm free
Redemption city
In you there's no more me
Redemption city
I breathe in yer  air as
Destruction and revolution are
Building everywhere

Redemption city
Sons and daughters save
Redemption city
Built in every grave
Redemption city
The light in every cave
Freeing every soldier
Every master now a slave

Redemption city
Morning paper trains
Redemption city
Nectar and the stains
Redemption city
Blood on every hand
The cold rain in each eye
Killing every man

Redemption city
No place left to park
Redemption city
Not safe after dark
Redemption city
The fire from each spark
Shooting from the blackness
Born from every heart

Redemption city
Blood runs thru the streets
Redemption city
Where saints drink wine with freaks
Redemption city
Salvations naked here
And Satans in the cold speaking with his fear

Redemption city
His fear is made of doves
Redemption city
Sobered up his buzz
Redemption city
Now Satan’s falling down
And the people come to stab him
And put him in the ground

Redemption city
He becomes the seed
Redemption city
Nothing left to need
Redemption city
No hunger left to feed
The miracles just blossom
When Satan is the seed

Redemption city
We are free again
Redemption city
The children and the men
Redemption city
The woman all come home
And love is all there is
And love is all that's known

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bon joey

People have strange ideas
About
What you should and shouldn't do
In terms of artistic creation
I got a message from a fan (?)
He said
You are now worse than bon jovi
I guess it made me realize
That I kinda like bon jovi
But never the less
People
They have odd ideas
About what makes something good and bad
(Why even bring that into it
Something just is)
Like this poem
Should the next line be
We float along in the pit of our own gravy
Or should it be
I heart you diamond tears
And
Are you gonna be mad at me
If I choose the wrong one
And who's to say
If bon jovi is any good or not
You have to admit runaway
Is pretty good
Course he said I was worse than bon jovi
But bad bon jovi
Sounds so bad that it might be good again
God knows
But people are strange

The trick to being an artist
In this sucker punch void world earth dirt like honey island place
Is
Keep on keepin on
And don't let the suckas bring you down

Ps
I'm a cowboy and on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted
Wanted
Dead or alive

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this was written long ago in brooklyn

On one level
On some level
Even just being
 Straight
 Is hard enough
Like that bon jovi
 song
 runaway
I'm in a car
 on my way back
 to the gallery
Its almost 9 pm
Usually
 I don't start
 working til
 midnight
And stop
 at dawn
Then
 I sleep
 allday
Waking up briefly
 to fill up on pots
 of coffee
 and sugar cereal
Only to promptly
 pass out again
In a haze
 of sugar
 coma and
 Absurdist
 dreams
Usually
 someone’s painting
 their face silver
And everyone
 speaks greek
So when
 I finally
 really
 wake up
The sun
 is down
And I'm
 in a car
And bon
 jovi
 is
 singing runaway
And I
 think
 something
 like
Jesus
Being straight
 is hard
 enough
Imagine if
 you
 were floating
 in booze and pills
I feel
 fucked up
 as it is
Coffee sugar
 and the pursuit
 of the
 ludicrous
Now its crimson and clover
And new york is a puddle
I live the life
Out here on the edge of frayed beliefs
And stray dog philosophies
No one really knows me
Least of all myself
Daddy’s girl in the past
She's a little runaway
Crimson and clover
Over and over

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But life is more than a dream inside a dream waking up

If life is a dream
How come there's no legroom
If life is a dream
How come there aren't puffies in my face
If life is a dream
Why does the circus always spell doom?
And
 Shouldn’t we live in outer space?
If life is a dream
Why all the assholes floating over broke down banana splits
If life is a dream
Why not spasms full of money
If life is a dream
Shouldn't ecstasy punch you in fits?
And
Wouldn't you be hot and calling me honey
If life is a dream
Boo hoo I'm crying gold
If life is a dream
Let's eat at the sunrise cafe
If life is a dream
The young just don't get old
And my hopes
Will never fade away

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using a mirror to write backwards

Let's
Let the revolution hold
Us
Let's
Be free
And epic
Let's stand for nothing
But the sky
Revolving around
Need of no need
Don't be invested in what happens
Its all training
For something larger
A death
Another breath
A birth
A meal
The earth
Insanity becomes the sage
Set yerself free
Its easy

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guess whose curly lips i saw coming thru the entrance?

Everything is awareness
That's all anything is
Consciousness
Bending over itself
Off every floor
Just like the open sky
And falling moon
In every dark
Nothing but light
Pouring down

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i dont know if this helps but

I don't know if this helps
But
Yer not alone
This life
Planet beast psycho age
Is a raw bitch
Fer everyone
And I mean
Everyone
So
Whatever yer struggle
Whatever noose tries to string you up
Whatever gun is loaded and pointing at yer temple
Yer not alone
Everyone walking down the street
Has a time bomb
Taped to their shoulder
Everyone
Has a skeleton finger
Tapping their head
Everyone has angel wings, which try to get born and fall off in the sand
For pigeons to peck
And for mice to live in
Wherever you are
Whatever you do
You are not alone
Humanity is a sick monkey
Jumping on the carcass of its time
Like donkey kong in his prime
Each life a quarter
Each one to jump over balls of flames
Until the game says over
And a new kid
With a new quarter
Ambles up to try his luck
A skeleton on his shoulder
waving you on

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boom (speaks crop)

All the old poets I read are dead already
Their innovations just sit there on the shelf collecting dust
I am meant to leap from their pages like a high diver into flames
Or fall from their words into the pit of my own brains
Or lie on their sentences and dream up more of my own
I wake up in the late afternoon
And drink green tea
And think about my hair (1)
Think about a painting I should hang
And think about getting on my bike and riding up the westside highway
These days are a dirge
I go to meetings
And try not to drink or take drugs
All the while dancing with that beast who full of cocaine and psychedelics
Insisted on a new world order
Floating above the clouds
And daring the sun to smack him down
How can I now just sit in mediocrity with worn out tennis shoes
And heroes of the word buried in dust
B 12 under my tongue dissolving
Like acid no one could trip too
Not only am I wearing pants but also they are made of gold as the niacin rush comes
on
My skin all hot and red
What word could I hang my hat on? (2)
What dream will follow me?
What lover will not find another but let time cross her out?
What tattoo will not fade or regret but eat raw almonds and laugh?
The problem with giving is you give too much
The problem with refusal is a different kind of crutch
Go where life is
All I have learned and all I can tell you
Is
Go where life is (3)
My feet are the lower east side
My head is Times Square
The song I sing is a made up hymn
My thoughts are flashing signs
Which light up old buildings always being renovated
Things I say are streets full of hookers chasing yuppies chasing hookers chasing
yuppies
And
Mothers pushing babies pushing mothers pushing babies
Dreams are like dogs pissing on the post
Leaving clues for where they might be or where they have been
And the blood in my brain is a subway train
Taking people to my heart
Where they get cooked alive in a place called hells kitchen
And then get delivered to the lower east side where I give em the boot
As souls float on
 to my hand on the westside
Highway
I throw them in the river
A steady stream of cars taking everyone home
Or even further out to rome
Go where life is
All I have learned and all I can say
Is
Go
(4)


1 needs cut but I am lazy
2 love or rat
3 either next to death or at the center of things
4 boom!

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I was halfway thru the Milky Way before I really saw what was going on

The electric plant
The giant electric works/field/shadow/dirge/massive/frankensteinhead/frankenstein
giving head/missive/past/future/rat
The giant electric works company dunno what you call it
But it blew up
And it scared the shit out of me
I was on the couch
Eating fake chicken patties
Watching bootleg TV shows on the inner net
On my too short couch
In my underwear
The idea that I would paint later
Running like gerbil in the wheel of my mind
When all at once
As if the apocalypse
As if god was shining a funhouse thru striking a match the size of a dinosaur
As if aliens suddenly shone a light on me, which clearly said
'We are not fucking around'
As if I were an ant under the magnifying glass of time
And the sun decided to be brighter than ever and come down to lick on my face
It was true shock
A true what the fuck moment
A pause (short)
Working toward understanding (quick)
And then panic
Which looked like
My mind
Saying
"You gotta get the fuck outta here"
Scrambleling to find my pants
My shoes
Fuck the socks
I ran to the front door
Without pants on
The big electric monstrosity on fire and billowing huge plums of smoke as if
something giant and evil were smoking a cigar
As if cartoon dynamite were going to explode the world
It was easy to see death could happen
It was easy to feel how vulnerable I am
Each of us is
Other people in the building running out
Feet scattering downstairs
Wills teetering on tears
Fire engines and police screaming in the distance coming closer
I got my bike
And kinda dressed was outside
Breathing in the age of pollution
Breathing industrial
Wasteland
At least eight fire engines
Passing me by as I peddle up the street
My life such a small thing
An ant still under the glass of the sky
We are alive
As long or as little
As he wants us alive
Tiny little crushable things
Going around thinking
They can live forever
I look behind me
The industrial age in flames
America
Ready to explode
America
All set
To explode

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ten things i said to the mirror when my name was norman

1 success!
Bold redundancy
Triumph fear casual
Take note
Get high in death[sic]

2 why would you tell me what you are going to do? Just do it

3 you always under estimate me but that is natural[sick]

4 cream cheese and lip gloss (sic)

5 who invented the mirror and how was he aloud to live after?
What a miracle a mirror is!
Think of it. Yer reflection reflecting upon reflection. Almost as strange and
wonderful as rock n roll. Everything is opposite[sic]

6 do not retreat do not advance
Simply maneuver
And then defend the people with purple hair[sic]

7 thru the known I find the unknown. Thru u I find the means to exaggerate my
Will[sik]

8 duck[sick]

9 a head without a head is a head without a head[sic]

10 there is the enemy. Give him no advantage. [sick]

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