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Pinched Tail - Wild Honey - There You Stand - Garbs Of The Street - Endorphines - Unleashed - Waiting for happiness. - War Path - Remember Me Happy - Ode To You 'Above' - I Dream American, I Dream Big - Crack and Cycle Again - Hector's Babe - A Man - A Simple Poem - Ready For Attack - Just Write - Rickety Steps - Jamil Mohammad - What Does Distortion Create - The Stump of a Young Tree - These Shutters Are Getting Old - The Halo and the Coconut - Mood Ring - Opening the Lilies - Synopsis of Trees - High Up in the Mountain Tops - Fear The Jungle - Sorted Truth - His Land - Trouble With The Looking Glass - Trolling the Isle - Pompous Observations - Top Soil Lads - Embrace - Everything's Different - Lonely - Sit In Scorn - Shout Out - Sagacious Moon - Dance With Me Celts - What I Have To Do - A Gentle Lapping - Italian Coffee - Living Room - Bricks and Mortar - We The Living [Sacrificial Lambs] - Cool Rails - Member or Guest - Grasps Of Bloodshed - I Want That - Sugar Cane - Foundation - Crap Shoot / Wall Climb - Whooping Trees - The Rise in Fall Woolly Bear Caterpillars - Morning Glory - Stop! Spontaneous - The Final Whisper - There Was But One Monkey - Summer Heat - Someday They Will Be Grown - Swat Team Manifesto - Amidst The Moon - Ideas - Madman's Cafe - Dont Touch Anything - Great Escape - Lord's Prayer - Dreary Canals - Cut Throat Curiosity - Un-Suspecting Love - Short of Discovery - Anything's Better - Show Me - I Future - Songs - Wake Up - Dungy Rooms and Dark Alleys - The Whole Goddamn Fort Went Down - A Form of Neurosis - Turning Nothing Into A Dream - Waiting - Dissonant - Assumptions Closing In On Me - A Just Moment -
I Want That

 Everybody has those needs. They're standing out
Like beeded necklesses. Charms dangling and
Demanding attention. "Pathetic glimmering
Soldiers" I heard them snickering.
The black tunnel was so welcoming
I had to go along. It made my soul
Seem like a gem gleaming in its contrast.
My breathing's heavy, wet pours opening
And chest failing until the bass came.
Deep. Electronic.
Pulsating. I was confused and
Couldn't fight it anymore
The sounds took over my breathing.
On that guitar rides so much
Passion. So raw that I believed the
Delusion that I could do that.
But all I had were those dreams
And the aching spirit panting,
"I want that."
I have been holding the canary out
In front for so long.
As I descend down the mine
Waiting for the bird to die
That I have forgotten to breath
In and exhale.
I have forgotten the fuel I was looking for.
More focused on the subtle
Changes in invisible vapor.
When the whole mine caught
Fire, out I ran, screaming "I deserve this."
Screamining to the world, "You deserve
This."
"I want that passion to pour out of me."




-TESS