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Deja Deja - MJZ
When it is all I can do to put it out
there
Put it out
Out there it is so silent
When I am long overdue
I am long overdue to be
Next to you
And Peter Gabriel is on the stereo
Volume set low
Enough so as not to wake you
But enough to stir the air
You stir over there
(and I) Watch you move
(can I) Hear you breathe
How you know you’re where you’
re supposed to be
Supposed to be
Why do I want to wake you
To take you
Take you to the park again
Yes I know it is so late
It is too late
But this song brings me back again
Back into that memory sweet
When the eyes met deep
Met deep in our bellies
On the river bank
(and I) Watch you move
(and I) Hear you breathe
How you know you’re where you’
re supposed to be
Supposed to be
You cannot throw this heavy
weight down
It is a thorn I would not remove
Like the sweetness of bliss
The kiss
The first kiss
The bittersweet reminiscence
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Untitled - MJZ/KCZ
The smell of the water
Moon and stars
Grass below, trees above
The feel of Earth
The sound of our voices
A moment of creation
Attraction
The passing of time
Sing for me
Your eyes, your song
The air of the evening
The rush of the river
The smell of your skin
A flame and a glow
I below, you above
The touch of lips
The sound of a sigh
A moment of creation
Attraction
The stillness of time
Fall for me
Your hands, your words
The breeze of twilight
The rush of blood
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Untitled - MJZ
Another revolution has come and gone
The next one as the one before
But there is no calm in the air
With this prediction of mine
In the persistence of time
Wait for me
My patience promises
A life true to form
Let it happen
Before the poison sets in
Without losing the wisdom of youth
Don’t fall complacent with such potential
Remembering the song essential
We shall ascend
Out of this snare
A life true to form
And why not?
The strong arm hold is temporary
Let it be a ceremony to the death
Of what is holding us back
Our minds
When this round goes on the rebound
The next one will tangent
According to free design
And the riot within me will ensue
Deliver the long overdue
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The Ladder Gets Tempting - MJZ
Take this offering
If on nothing more than faith
I will give all I am able
I'll try not to scathe you
Wading through fire
With a surreptitious mind
I am weighing my options
And watching the time go
I have not found the reason
I have not made the grade
There are no rules out here
But they make you obey
Secret agendas
Nothing is avowed
Upstart your downfall
With sweat on your brow
It can make you cynical
You speak with a bitter tongue
The ladder gets tempting
Removing a rung here and there
Attention to the abstract
The art of daydream winners
Precarious power-holders
Label artists sinners
When every wall is toppled
And the particles settle
They will assign their own heroes
And award their own medals
Smiting ourselves
With the air of ablution
Under the notion that it's
A divine solution
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Covet - MJZ
It is a sore and blunt pain
That rises in me when I think of you
Have you injured me before?
Do you mean me harm?
Is the numbness a reaction to the
past?
It is not enough for me to be
sufficient
I do not want to merely appease
contentedness
Let me be the only supplier of joy
I want to be the very breath you
cling to
Keeping you alive save none other
I am jealousy realized
There is no escape from this snare
My persistence in envy cannot be
calmed
It doesn't matter if I am in the
wrong
It is a wrathful vengeance
That sinks me to fathoms below
hatred
Wherein is the love?
Have my senses fled?
Will the smoothness of forgiveness
pacify?
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Both Horizons - MJZ
A poet’s moment of reflection
Transformed into the pounding of feet
The steadiness of the blood
Cardiac pulse bonding the beat
With war on both horizons
The firmament is burning red
Pride of our youth comes home
With a bullet in the head
But I mind
It is not what I choose
Not for me or my progeny
Bring an end to this misogyny
Now we are surprised by nothing
Our sensations are numb
And we don’t mind anymore
Being kept under the thumb
Hold on to the ones you love
Brace for impact
The tension has risen again
They have taken the power back
And I mind
It is not what I lose
For me and my progeny
Bring an end to our misogyny
While the young become sinister
They are fed to the machines
Tools of the trade, switchblades
Cutting clean
The artists’ plea for harmony
All we provide
For when the strong arm comes
We all run and hide
In my mind
It is not what I chose
Ruin to the people
None left to oppose
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