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Outside,
the stars don't twinkle much as your eyes
at an offer
of a hot poured,
freshly brewed,
cup of coffee.
Careful of slipping on the floor here,
there's remnants of yawn tears wiped away,
for it's another day!
And though the sun's not yet even rose
I can not wait
to see you again
here in my arms,
one, just one more time.
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I'm wide-eyed dreaming
at being next
in a machine that just consumes
and isn't led.
For the last six years there's been
nothing else,
a lonely love just fingers have felt.
But there's no such thing as going back.
Why would it have waited where you left?
And even new beginnings lose appeal
the twelfth time round if you've never been further.
You aren't remembered by what you try to be,
rather, it's what others decide they need.
And where would I end up,
abandoning ship? I'm the only captain
and we're mid-stream!
Oh no! We, misnomering fools,
we mustn't believe
love like talent is found.
So while I'm wide-eyed dreaming,
please just let it be
and wait for the release.
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My Here We Are
03:03
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We talked all through the baseball game,
until well past cold were our dinner plates.
I thought I saw in you
what I felt in me;
that same dogged spirit
seeking ends
to intangibilities.
We snuck through the gated peacock estate
to dance with the world, it seemed in place.
I thought I saw in you
where I could be.
But in passing by my childhood
places of memory,
I see that they've been
reconstructed upon.
Apparently, they didn't
owe me any
notice of change.
But I knew it in the hammock on that quarantined day
in that town that left gold for apples to replace.
What I still saw in you
I couldn't find in me;
that same dogged spirit
seeking ends to intangibilities.
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The Never Ending Play
05:30
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On a sunny day, we were running late
and I didn't know what for.
Had to watch this play out in the hallway
through a window in the door.
About some affray where bullets astray
did in others by error.
How they then escape, but meet their own fates
through doing in each other.
As audience pray the absurd display
continue to show for hours more,
so simply amazed they'd left ambivalent states,
cried at once, "Encore! Encore!"
As we do it to ourselves,
and so may we will forevermore,
please may I just lay my head instead;
rest upon your breast a little more.
The actors give way, lavishing in praise,
they did not slow or close door.
Without scripts to obey they adlib and sway
episodes into others.
The town long decayed, of course they would take
whatever they were offered.
Had not that railway carried such weight
left the town a skip-over.
Maybe then today things might be the same
but all I do know for sure,
to even this day ain't still end. I say
check over on Broad and 54.
As we do it to ourselves,
and so may we will forevermore,
please may I just lay my head instead;
rest upon your breast a little more.
When came the highway, again I was late
and still didn't know what for.
In swept big money; the town, easy prey,
couldn't much so wage war.
The land was surveyed and outlays exchanged
ahead construction's uproar.
Just the actors stayed, their homes on the stage.
Life there, no more could afford.
I too went away but left them bouquet
attached with a note that swore.
As we do it to ourselves,
and so may we will forevermore,
please may I just lay my head instead;
rest upon your breast a little more.
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Have you ever kissed in hot rain?
Have you ever had your ice cream stolen by capuchin?
That's what she said,
hopeful not to mistake an old friend.
That if he hadn't, he'd already know,
and she'd let him go.
Wouldn't a name be better?
Maybe she just couldn't remember?
I don't know about what you're saying,
but if you'd sit down I'll buy you a drink and listen.
She let a quite sigh,
to compliment the defeat in her eyes.
Her newly found hope, and it's already gone.
You don't need my woes.
Perhaps we judge too quickly?
We don't know the whole story?
Quite on the contrary,
there's nothing more that'd peak my interests.
And as for woes,
I've got a few of my own.
He pulled, form his wallet, pictures that show
a family abandoned long ago.
Wouldn't a name be better?
Now who knows better?
But she didn't need to look then,
for they were pictures of her.
And after a silent minute,
He slammed a bag of money down
and left without the pictures.
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Something
04:30
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He thought himself a prodigal son
As he returned to the city where he'd once begun
Had a life and family there
A loyal dog and nice career
Then left in rash rebellion
To escape the cell he felt in
30 years had come and gone as he stumbled through the city to his father's pond
How fitting his statue still there
Bearing his favorite stone cold stare
I wanted to be free, but it's followed me
I can still remember you
Seems to me there'll always be something
On his way to feed the ducks
As he did each day, heard it brought good luck
Tripped on a root and fell
And from his head blood spilled
Then in a spastic scurry
Ambulance arrived in hurry
"Don't let this be his end,
He'd fed the ducks for years" so many pled
The doctors through operation
managed to save their patient
The first he spoke when he awoke
Was giving thanks to the ducks
What is it that we each talk to?
By which we each feel viewed?
What is it that we submit to?
Or notes heard when winds blew?
How is it that these words we use
Build worlds that shrink while grow?
How far can these meanings go?
They both entered, he in a sweater
To which none in the room would ever be forgetter
Was the ugliest thing you could wear
Couldn't help but to stare
They were so in love with each other
Nothing could breach that border
She had knit the sweater herself
And they both knew how it looked just didn't care what others felt
Happy to do for the other
Whatever the favor
Secretly worried what to do
When there might not be another need
But it seems to me there'll always be something
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Monsoon Season
02:13
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The monsoon was coming in
He sat
listening to the wind outside howling
He stared
at the door
The winds pulling and pushing it back and forth
And felt finally settled
Knowing that only he
Would ever travel
Through that door anymore
The monsoon was here
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Met a man with a hole in his stomach
That he didn't seem to mind
Smiled as his hand outstretched to mine
In following his dreams
He set off to sleep
For where else would a dream be?
But when he awoke
He found a hole in his belly
And a hunger he couldn't even feed
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Zero One Infinity
02:59
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With the sun draping down your shoulders
and you smiling up at me,
there's an invisible dog playing catch with a ball
to the shape of infinity.
And though these same routes felt lonely before,
now they just feel free.
And wherever they go
I'm happy to follow
so long as love first leads.
Just stop me if I get carried away,
I've no practice being this free.
Such mysteries the ways we change
throughout the roles we meet.
I feared of barely enough to stoke the fire with
but two could share the warmth
And with this cracked mast, ripped sail, our burnt, blistered, skin
bleeding every time we breathe
there'll be plenty to go around
and last us through this frozen sea
until the ice melts down.
I feared of barely enough to stoke the fire with
but two could share the warmth
And with this cracked mast, ripped sail, our burnt, blistered, skin
bleeding every time we breathe
there'll be plenty to go around
and last us through this frozen sea
until the ice melts down.
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