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Ocean
03:01
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Engulfed in the River with a good view of time,
i see the rushing of the water as it strips me of Mine,
i hear the whispering of thieves gently splashing on the shores,
their whispering is stealing in through every door.
And the face of the heavens shine in silence on the top,
Reflecting on this stillness... but the River doesn't stop.
Writhing deep within lusting for some Land.
Reaching with my faults for a place to stand,
but any struggle for control and the Waters can be hell...
the mesmerizing motion is a powerful spell...
And to run from the RIver where would you go?
If your running from motion you surely don't know...
If in a dream a River were to cross your mind
you would know it isn't so.
If in a dream a Thief were to rob you blind
you would know it isn't so.
As my Marks move on the banks roll away.
In an Ocean with no shore there's nothing to say.
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Dissolve
04:23
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When the last petal falls,
I'll search for Spring no more.
I've burned with all the rest,
standing at your door...
Open my chest,
pour in my veins,
Dissolve this flesh!
my words are to lame.
These songs make me drunk...
Inside a seed is a garden,
a symphony in one note,
and so I'll sing when the wind blows through,
and my song turns to sky...
Empty without you,
Full within you,
Every word sung about you,
Has fallen so short.
These songs make me drunk.
Where sound sits and waits.
And light freezes in time.
In the Stillness of all things,
there...there's the Craft-man's sign.
In the silence of it all,
(try not to weep)
(any motion is a trick)
(...its best not to speak.)
These songs make me drunk.
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Clearer Skies
03:38
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Oh! If you only saw!
This scene folded like a tarp,
Your lines would vibrate off this plane,
Spill off this roof,
and rest in the soil...
Boundless grace waits.
Move at it's pace.
Maybe I'm blind,
but there's no prisoner
that I can find,
Just laughter from those who know,
it's all...
Grasping at word straws,
Still no fault no flaws,
...soft hearts whisper sweet things to the night.
So we dance,
like a cloud of smoke...
Watch this move to clearer skies.
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Illusive Dreamer
04:37
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We shall see,
when all the unfolding has occurred,
when all these old ghosts have stirred,
We shall see!
Who's hand this dripped from!
Which light heart let this out!?!?
We shall see...
This Breath!
This Sound!
Can we please see the musicians face!
Oh those tender strings,
so soft so sweet!
Still. We must see.
Oh that sacred sound!
That woke this holy ground!
No where are you?!?!
Pulling with your song,
We sprang from dawn,
now we're lost in you....
Spilled from your bowl,
a scene of selfless self control.
I outrun my tongue sometimes... sometimes.
Dance with me!
The music has started! The path is set!
Just Dance with me!
This spinning only falls!
There only is return...
In this Burning house there smiles a friend
Who Yells out: WAKE UP!!!!
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WE Chicago, Illinois
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