Al J. Cuesta

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'Tis the story of a cat,

A cat who was not specially fast,
But had a spirit burning like her body
,
And a soul that was made to fit nobody
,
...

2.

Rebel young man, rebel

For ‘tis in your rebellion you will grow

Rebel young girl, rebel
...

The ideas flew out of our minds like paper planes out of our windows.


Soaring through the air like waves at sea,

Some useful landing in somebodies ears,
...

Now the everlasting effervescence of innocence comes running down to prove,

That you and me baby were never meant to last,
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These things I get I don't deserve
The things I have, I'll try to preserve
So thanks you for all that I receive
Be it happiness, or be it grief
...

When you realize you've already been baptized
There's no coming back, there's no changing color
Memories of today now become memories of tomorrow
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Unnerving critters
Crawl about casually
Causing unpleasant pain
Unpurposely
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We dream, we dream, we dream
While the boat has parted ahead of us, up stream

We float, we float, we float
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I think of you,
I don't

I love you,
...

She gazes around too much
N' she gifts me with her profile
Tear her away from my side
I want to forget, I want to forget
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Surrounded by strangeness, people are out of touch,
Worried times and a-worried minds
Keep them a-wondering, but I don't change
Occurrences remain a mystery to the untrained beholding eye
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Confined, acutely refined to being alone, acutely refined to solitude
Thinking of ways to spend my time and procrastinating my way out of pondering
Seems in times of despair we still rely on servitude
We fall under the schemes laid upon us from above without blinking
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My heart confined
At home alone, desperately trying to be saved
Calling out for someone to say my name
Although the call is silent, the call is there
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14.

Keep a' wonderin' boy, take me high
It is in the passion of your eyes
Where I find the will to live
Where I find the strength to forgive
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Hey you with the pretty face,
Welcome to the human race.
The sun is shining,
The sky is blue,
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Ivory doll, so fragile
If only I could play with you
Without breaking your tender soul
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Mankind lives at the crossroads

Home of the lost souls
Hermes said in conversation

We sit around waiting for our train to reach the station
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Insomnia for days
How I hate you
How I would send you to the grave
Maybe you spout my creativity yes
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Please someone good head the call
Someone graceful someone small
No big deeds or big kings or big queens
Just a small token of appreciation
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An alien dropped down from heaven,
Rode a black horse of redemption to see his father,
Who lived in a blue tea cup, by a sea of pink flamingo feathers;
He said God was a bit grumpy, not too good for company,
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Run Away

'Tis the story of a cat,

A cat who was not specially fast,
But had a spirit burning like her body
,
And a soul that was made to fit nobody
,
A cat who wanted to run away from his past
;
He wanted not to look back
,
He wanted not one cat to keep a record of his tracks
,
For he wanted not to be followed,

Only to be free

.

Here he now stands,

At the crossroads of time and forgotten sands
;
Where the raging rivers once left a mark
;
Where lightning bolts once struck a spark
;
Where riveting soldiers once fought a fearless battle
;
Where serpents once shook and rattled
;
Where the apple once fell,
Where the apple once was eaten

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Here he now stands
,
At the crossroads of time and forgotten sands
;
Where the ripples of mens choices made waves;
Where ones turn around and others stray away
;
Where caves full of desperation created a fragile road;

Where the secrets of never-land are secretly told
;
Where she left me to cry and howl
,
Where once died the wisest of owls.



Here he now stands
,
At the crossroads of time and forgotten sands
;
Where once lay to rest one thousand sailors of emotion
;
Where the flea market of cheap thrills sold love on promotion
;
Where miss coffee and mister chocolate casually meet
;
Where the king served the poor on the street;
Where our father and lord chose not to go, 

Where meaning lacks substance and serves just for show.



'Tis the story of a cat
,
A cat who is not specially fast,

But has a spirit burning like her body
,
And a soul made to fit nobody
,
A cat running away from his past
;
Forever, never looking back
,
For no other cat ever dared keep a record of his tracks
,
For he chose not to be followed
,
Only to be free.

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