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A gut poet and anarchist, Wesley Teal's poetry is intence, emotive, and profound.
Wesley Teal is a poet/revolutionary specializing in "gut poetry." His words come straight from the soul of the matter, hitting home on topics ranging from love to politics.
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Peak #4,538
Peak in subgenre #62
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Wesley Teal
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May 19, 2005
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Lyrics
Phoenix City Blues
These days are falling again,
Frigid in their loneliness.
Every morning I wake up a little later.
The walk to work seems a little bit longer.
Autumn, bring your winter clothes,
And I will still sleep alone,
While we sleep together
And weather out the cold.
Come on in and make this bed a little warmer.
This city must have once been akin to a then modern-day Jerusalem,
But now it's just left to haunt itself like the ghost of once-was and could-have-been.
JB may be moldering, but they're trying to take the truth out of this town.
I'm afraid, Old Man, that again everyone might be ready to let you down.
Even Jerusalem eventually failed, a genocidal time bomb.
But that doesn't make it any easier to watch this phoenix fall so far
While hearing heretics wax about our crumbling with such eloquent aplomb.
A shining city!
A shining city!
What I wouldn't give for one night next to another softly sleeping body,
Our warmth quietly pressed into the shapes of our dreams.
My dreams are dying alone tonight.
Where is this phoenix city,
Rising from the ashes?
Where are you?
Come on, Phoenix City!
Come and get me already!
I am waiting. I am ready. I am unafraid!
What you claim to be is what you never were.
If you will not live up to your promises,
Then I will make my own!
I will call you out by your name.
I will call you out.
The beauty of what you could be is haunting me.
This whole town is cold.
The pavement won't stop screaming,
won't stop growing,
overflowing
outintothefieldsandforestsfamilyorfactoryfarms
it doesn't really matter where,
no one seems to care.
In your backyard surrounded by weeds
I can still see the wreckage of our innocence
in the run-down shed we painted
and your decimated swing set,
rusted and derelict.
I found definition in that distance that collapsed
In one foolish kiss.
We mistook our laughter for love,
but I haven't seen your face in months.
Come on in and make this bed a little warmer.
It'll be okay.
The rusted hearts of Love's forgotten children
Long for the frail beauty of rebirth,
And find only loneliness.
Dressed in the tatters of their lost innocence,
They stumble from bottle to bottle
And from pill to wretched pill.
They are looking for Eden.
They are looking for a phoenix.
They are looking...
The stars offer up hope,
but hope takes perseverance.
When the water offers release,
what other choice could I make?
...for anything.
I'm learning to live like a one man revolution.
Langston, the city you left, the future you saw, they're all gone. Tomorrow's flame is burning the dreams of today. This city, these police, feel like an occupying army. I've seen my friends beaten bloody by them, our lives then tied into this "justice" system. I'm afraid, Langston, that none of us will ever be free. Where is the America of your dreams?
Deferred?
Where are we?
Everything comes down to this winter town.
It's cancerous development leaves it a relic
Of dreams that die on their feet.
My dreams are dying alone tonight.
Come on in and make this bed a little warmer.
Where is this phoenix city?
Where (are we? Left to pick up the slack of a lost cause, ..?)
We're unwilling to let life tread on us as it passes by
One sacred second at a time.
We struggle with our voices raised
To the heaven that we've claimed
With all the dreams we dream today,
because...
My generation dreams and is dreaming still
And if you won't help your own, then no one will.
But beware, lest they learn to help themselves
And come for the ones that had left them for dead.
We may be sleeping but when we rise from this bed
We will be neither the leaders nor the lead,
But those who find defiant strength in themselves,
Building a shining city on this high hill.
[Let's] burn this city to the ground
before it's too late
[Resurrect the ashes th
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