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O Flower ~ (Poem – Song- Thing) w/Violin Woohoo – I still Can’t Sing

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Will probably put up an instrumental version cause the vocals are so ghastly. I kept them in mostly because the timing of this crap take was better than anything I could come up with this evening. I’m satisfied with the violin and can tolerate the guitar. I’m putting this steam of consciousness in because it’s what I do.

The driving rain
It fell into the
Well
Through the rock
That I broke
With
All I had to sell
For a cahnce
To catch
Heavens
Tears
Fill me up
With the awry years
Till I burst into the river
Till we all reach the sea

Percolating through the soil
Springing branches
And the dewdrops are braking through the rock
Little dewdrops are
Braking through the
Braking through the rock

Bursting through the soil
Blossom yet another canyon for forward
O dew
O flower

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Reaching (Poem)

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O do ya have somethin’ in your well

Would you like to go and and tell me something

Drag it up from the bottom

Reaching

From the very bottom

O yea

O no

O why

Do you reach so far below

To where it’s almost dry

Is there nothign at all more

Remaining

Out here by the Western shore

You’re straining

How is it that we will drink it in

If it’s just bilge and dregs

Get movin’

After all we do have legs

And eyes, and ears…

This damned thing ‘s been dry for years!

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O You River (Vocal/Guitar/Poem)

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The words again…

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

That they are doing something more than this

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

All about the the things that I am gonna miss

I am waiting for the wisdom of the middle way

Of those that muddled through

And have so much to say

To someone like me to someone so blue

Cause I just can’t be left blank left well alone

So fill me in

Tell me how I’m just a one note drone

If you play genie I’ll play Alladin

So please if you please

I am waiting for sombeody to tell me

Come on don’t tease

I am waiting to hear that you are doing something more than this

Tell me tell me

All about the thigns that I am gonna miss

Or maybe what you see

Is not so far from here

Maybe maybe

I am just too clear

O yea baby

Are you gonna teach

The Sea to sing

O you river

You’re the king?

Eh?

Ok…

OK

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Tacky Songs ‘n Revelations (Poem/Song)

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(Musical amateurism inspired by an abandoned tub I found as a feral boy in SC. )

 

O I dont know I have never seen the moon so bright.

O I dont know I have never felt the need to die except for…

In the presence of

In the presence of all these leaves

how they fell right here…right here…

What a strange…what a strange….what a strange…

Place…for a…for a wash….

And the leaves are gathering

And all the little bugs are dead

And the moon is shining through where there was a showerhead

..And the little white flowers and the little bit of moss

And the honesuckle dew

Yea

none of these thigns are

Quite as sweet as you

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Late (Poem)

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Image result for tension

Always

Stringy just stretching

Way too thin

Reaching

Way too far

Searching

For the guiding warmth from some distant star

Ever on the horizon

Never within grip

Always it lies on

Some surface from which it’s too easy to slip

So the muscles  they tense and they strain

Just for a radar blip

The burning of sinew and brain

Now it is late

And I find no respite

Nothing will sate

The thirst for the light

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As We Were (Poem)

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When we speak of war

There is no warning

Spirits soar

Reason flanking

Banners roar

Jingoistic as we were

Masochistic as we’ll be

All for her

Mother mother see

Kali gaping

Maggot womb

No more talking

Just escaping to the tomb

As we were

So we are

Read red lore

Mars so bright yet not a star

Dust and echoes

As we were

So we are

Vicious Spur

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Tea (Poem)

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I let it all sort of shake

Like a leaf on a twig

This double take

The way that they’d rig

Up a brain

Letting it fire

Again and again

Even if it’s only a liar

A lying machine

Iterates higher

Fills the latrine

With subtle manure

So that blossoms may sprout

The reasons for which we cannot be sure

If they’re about

To Establish About

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Momiji Hazushi (Poem)

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Image result for maple leaf autumn

The evening is a brush

That paints strange portraits

Wild scenes all in a rush

Of wonders, loves, and hates

Wind that passess between branches

Dwindling light a pattern maker

Cascades meaning in avalanches

Summon now the undertaker

For apathy has passed beyond 

We live in light we live in shadow

In a sacred sort of bond

Intermingling to glow

As crimson petal

Of the waxing maple

All in one and one in All

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The Hits (Poem)

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Image result for gravity

You’re swimming in sentiment

Can’t reach reaction

Down in the basement

Gravity’s gaining traction

Would you say

Or would you sing

Would you play

Just for the ring

Fundamental symphony

How it orbits

Differs not in kind just by degree

These are the hits

They were the same

Till we showed up

And changed the name

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Wispy, Waify, and Wild (Poem)

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She was just a dream

I guess that is my nightmare

All these sorts of things

They always interrupt me

This is why I stare

O so very blankly

As the hand ascends

And drops down

O so very slowly

Nothing ever ends

Wispy, waify, and wild

Note: For those who listened…I know it’s rough. These are actually just voice memos I make for myself so I remember the gist of vocal melodies (so called) that I make up. But…IMO (and I suppose I’m biased) they have a certain raw quality that I like. So I guess the point of this note is (1) gimmee a break, (2) give yourself a break and publish something! Cheers.

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