1. |
Keys, Strings, Skins.
05:35
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I’ve never choked this bad in spot light, people,
All the others hit it right.
In a back room I am met with a shivering
As it whistles in the mind.
Bum notes, loose grasp and a senseless looping
Replay behind the eyes
Stone-cold-un-stoned and sober laying
Lids Wide and flat back
Sore and cold with a cold sore forming
From the stress of that time.
So lump it in, pile it on the failures
Crowding up a dusty box
Holding things only somewhat useful
Like a string of old tree lights,
A-glow and dead in a random order
And tangled highway tight.
Like dates and nights that I have pushed through
Loves n shames, fast holds and folds.
So all balled up in a harsh unraveling
Baiting patience in smoke.
Releasing grip and calming breathing
Repeat the line “I am fine."
So unsubtle those times of collapsing,
Tensing muscles to endure.
Nights colored in their utter drunkness
Then the Fear of what’s been done.
And all the moments of public bombing
Explode without a cue
While Attempting to delete these stories
In search of ataraxia
Take away the stage But leave me something:
Keys, strings, and skins.
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2. |
Air-Light.
04:20
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You feel un-trim,
You lag behind,
You breathe all wild,
You’ll never be air-light.
A hardened grin,
A muscled rile,
A double chin,
You’ll never feel air-tight.
A glass of gin,
A lung well used,
A book half through,
You calibrate the dial.
Arrive to terms
Showing the work,
Divide the pile
Hm. this may take a while.
The home’s dispersed,
The memory’s worse,
The copious files,
Never again to be a child.
We trudge a long,
We hum deaths songs,
We pursue calm,
Our tortured little smiles.
We search for still,
We know full well ,
We push up hill,
Our days are laid like tile.
A tranquil dream
With an acceptance speech
then the waking eyes
Reveal that you have been beguiled.
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3. |
Lights and Science.
03:38
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You barley see
What brought the rolling thunder
Lights and science
It’s brought around
With out a cloud using
Mics and patience
I plug it in a
Search engine using
Type and glyphics
I pull it up
It brings sweet sleep in these
Nights of silence
You barley see
What brought the rolling thunder
Lights and science
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4. |
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The last thing on your list should be the first.
It’s not unknown a check is overdue.
You hit the string aware it may
Blow up or be out of tune .
Add miles
To rolling dials
All while
chugging forward
Somethings
Tugging at the shirt.
Remaining calm approaching barriers.
The shake and ache is unsubtly worse.
You see the limit’s swift arrive
but still decide it’s alright to drive.
This time
The bones alerting
Quit moving
Vitals are churning
Blurred picture
Surround in 3D.
The thing you feared the most materialized.
You rode it down and now you’ll ride it out.
Now you get to endure events
That rattle and twist the confidence.
Field trial
Define composure
Show up
Deal with disaster
Be one
That rolls it off the back.
You’ve stomached just about what you can take.
You hear a tune the quells your scarlet rage.
As you weathered through before
You’ll wade, sustain, and brave some more.
Stone up,
Held down the fort till
Midnight
All absent minded,
Functioned
Like a little
Leaf pile
On auto pilot.
It comes,
Life came and caught up
With us.
We pushed and pushed it.
Drove through
With blinking warnings.
It comes
Let’s address it.
Meet it,
Grin and bear it,
Withstand,
Don’t hog the torments,
Go down
In cool composure.
Don’t be so cartoonish in defeat.
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5. |
Debt-Hole.
04:56
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Buying
In no tomorrow style
Items
With no function helpful
Do you really need it?
Need it?
I can’t afford it at all
Can we turn the heat on?
Do we need a reason at all?
As it happens
Feeling maximum stressed out.
Moments
At any point passing along.
Conscience
Pipes in “oh god I’m fucked”
Can you take or leave it?
Is it a muscle message?
Because wreck-less actions and swipe and sign outings you’ve erased the calm
Why’s there
Pleasure in shredding dollars?
Then visions
Of huddling round trash fires.
Hungry
Gonna put my heart in my mouth
Can’t really eat it
Stick with the beans and the rice
Do I own a business?
Or just work with some guys?
Exit-planning while stifled can not just throw it in the debt hole and run
Planning what’s this planning? Planning all this planning never seems to pan out
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6. |
What's The Saying?
04:39
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Most Things are not soft lately,
Here, trace the line
With pointed calloused finger,
Some sight can lie.
Hold together,
Tie the tie,
Drink some water
Be still or ride.
Where is the exercise teaching
What advice to buy?
Quotes with opposite meanings
Flood the aisles.
What’s the saying-
“Leaf in life
Be as river.
the floating of?”
What’s all this futile searching
For peaceful times?
Nature programs have show us
The gamut’s wide.
Reefs of coral,
Streets of lice ,
Woe in plural,
Boons in tides.
Most words are not self labeling
In tested learned.
Then so revealed as harmful,
pure colors turned.
Sounds cacophonous
In humid air,
Bullhorns pointed
Intent to tear.
Some uncommon words sounding
Unlike their drift.
Burgeoning more confusion
Through which to sift.
Ataraxia-
Meaning calm
Anaphylaxis -
Meaning alarm.
What’s the saying-
“In a leaf
Be the river
Of floating life"?
What’s the saying?
“Of the river
Float a beings
life in a leaf"?
“Be the float
of life leaving
in a river?”
What’s the saying"?
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7. |
Little-Lead-A-Life.
04:30
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When it hits the right light
It seems full in supply
This little lead-a-life
Then a scanning of the years
Moistens up the the curtains
Wrapping up the eyes
A classic little match
Like pilots and the burner
Like timers and the chef
There’s water in the rice
No cork in the wine
It’s nearing time to dine
When taking up the stock
Of what’s inside my orbit
Complaints would be waste
‘Cause the apartment’s got it’s stuff
And I keep waking up
And get to move it all around
Got people to call
Who’ve huddled in the fox hole
Who’ll star in the slide show
The folks are still alive
Just a couple numbers
Connect us any time
There’s tips in the jar
A blanket on the mattress
Bubbles in the fridge
Is contentment in the bag?
Riffling to the bottom
Neglecting what’s removed
There’s music in the box
Discovery awaits me
At whim and fingertips.
Something struck a chord
And conjured up the moments
Of elation at it’s core
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8. |
Louder Noise.
04:06
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Lay still
What lies in me
You’ll get your little pill
Just be
A patient thing
And I’ll curl to your will
Broad strokes
A net set wide
Captures it’s kill
Not without
Collateral
And sacrifice of skill
Make the mess
And clean it up
Rest the rock atop the hill
With some
Time and thought
The ridge becomes a sill
Two points
Converged by force
The maker and the made
Don’t just
Arrive as such
With no measure of waste
The Plan
And the Fall Apart
Tightly locking hands
Reminding
The Let It Go
It’s running in the sand
Conscious
Of finality
Can drown out the poise
Endurance
And fortitude
Must be the louder noise
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9. |
Halcyon.
03:39
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I’ve got a broken record
Mantra upstairs
Rash in its berating
“I’m terrible”
How many weird versions
Of sporting self
One is the devils puppet
Abhorring the skin he’s in.
You’ve Been a dive bomber
I’m a bell diver
Under a little pressure
Attempting to keep it sealed
Go along
Go alive
And when the boulder rolls
Back to the Valley floor
It sweeps over little baby
And everything he’s pushed for
Don’t be that little devil
Don’t be surprised
When what you think will happen
Unfolds the same every time
I am wide-aware
That I’m not the fist
To wrestle strong stiff fluids
Still, I’m the worst.
Go along
Go alive
Waiting for halcyon
Though undeserved
It’s all on me
How I’m over-served
Oh little trial blazer
Hen of the wild brush
Clean the curling path
Make it a little easy
Sewn to a harsh incentive
Sums up a dumb life
Speed the dull fraying
Its time to be untied
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10. |
Serene Routine.
04:10
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Is it safe?
You can hide here only
Knowing facts in full,
Like
I would pay for quiet
Action’s left outside.
Get it on,
The serene routine
That sturdies up the tracks.
Feeling one
With this folding
And arranging the effects.
Get it back
In workday order
To give spine
To the structure.
Can’t say
I’m a fan of breaking
Methods aiding flow.
C’mon,
Put the bed together,
The plates on top,
And Lo’
Behold
It feels all better,
Fits all tighter too
Improve
The push and pull of
The hush and lull.
If it bends
I go off the rails
A beat missed
Neighborhood’s getting menaced.
Whats this RIP?
Want to live in peace
Not rest in death.
Seems
Impossible
With all this tethering.
Balancing
alone and with
The forrest or the tree
Cures
The waves of rational
Anxieties.
Get it back
in workday order
To give spine
To the structure.
If it bends
I go off the rails
A beat missed
Neighborhood’s getting menaced .
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