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Bird Life Aplenty
02:57
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Tackle
03:21
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Crawling up on the trees,
Stand next to me
Counting all the stones in my hand
Watching all the leaves fall just to crumble and wilt
On top of all the seeds growing
It's going to take some time
Crawling up on the trees,
ringing far in the distance
All of the axes swinging
but at least they're not near yet
Crawling up on the trees
Crawl next to me
Place your empty palm in my hand
And well stand with a view of the encroaching sun setting,
Turning all the sounds dark
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Echoes I
02:07
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I can't see any reasons to forginve
And the ones I find at times seem oddly selfish
And the air I breathe bares and overwhelming thickness
I step out into the storm and I get struck
All I hear is my own echo as a response
And it's far, it comes from the distance
Bouncing back from that mountain I'll soon be on
Oh if only you were here to listen
And she whispered...
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Inconsistencies
03:35
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Inconsistencies
Let me writhe on pavement ripped by sun
Rumor has it that that's how my mother was born
Rumor has it that that's how I was born too
I Picture my birth the way I picture the Bible,
happening between two gentle and soft finger tips
Reverend Whispers because not to brag but I was the first child
The First child the hardest child
I like to think it stormed that night,
that the rumors are wrong
that I wasn't born in the sun
That the night of my birth the electricity went out
and my parents were left without light
I like to think that they wept when I was born
that they wept again when they could finally turn on a lamp
and watch its sparks burst the way I did from the womb
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Found
03:51
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In your house on the hill
Overlook town, draw heat from the water mill
Cover your skin with blankets
Look out the glass that's far too thin
I'm almost alive and so are you
Now come outside and witness this view
In your arms is where I feel safe
tell me do you feel safe too
in my arms, blank sea of tattoos
That cover my scars, that I can't afford to lose
I found you hide both distant and strong
you hold my hand when I can't talk
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Sentences said,
The weight they hold,
The wavering field
With its quiet echo.
Does that mean that nothing is ‘calm’?
Then what is ‘Still’?
And What is ‘Tense”?
Nature reflects—
the thoughts right back. Is it that we are fading perfect?
Rupturing that which we are not?
She couldn’t help but to mention,
“Or… could it be an invitation to regain touch?”
"The place we came? We left and swore,
‘Never return afraid’
Even if you said,
‘We never left at all.’”
Audible mirror shows who we are;
A piece that’s so beautiful and small
But nonetheless a bit of it all.
Is this still real if it’s never said?
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7. |
On Fairness
03:02
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Memory loss is supposed to be slow
But it overtook you in days like a gust or wave; thundering
As honest as I can:
I'm still wondering, my wandering, of who you'll be when you return
lightly idling?
It took you instantly
We were both listening
As you whispered and said,
"I'm afraid he thought I'd die in this hospital bed...
...There's probably a lot of unattended mail...
...And loaves of uncooked Irish soda bread"
And we'd all miss ya cant you tell?
3 cups of flour
4 teaspoons of baking powder
1 cup of sugar
2 cups of raisins
4 cups of caraway seed
4 eggs
1 pint of sour cream
1 teaspoon of baking soda
1 1/2 sticks of butter
and it's not fair.
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Stephen Alexander Brooklyn, New York
Experimental pop artist out of Brooklyn, NY.
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