Jacob Underwood Poems

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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Take in the brisk frigid air as clouds dance in
The broken bottles of glass line streets
Liveliness lining the sidewalk
Loudly shouting down for you
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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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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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