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I’d like that.
Will you discover with me
The many words to many songs
I wrote in my dreams
And dreams are hard to transcribe
My sleeping fingers wander
To catch your own
Behind my darkened walls
The colours dance, oh
They romance one thousand skies
There at dusk, I see your eyes
Peace is that moment when
I am content with where I’ve been
And where I’m going is a whisper
The wind has forgotten to share
I’ll just wander until I get there
Will you discover with me
The many ways our feet can walk
On this path or over rocks
Barefoot and barefaced we can
Face a world too small for our dreams
Dream the dreams cherish little things
So many words, so many songs
Will you, sing with me
I’d like it if you did.
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Dancing.
In life we are only ever taught to hold on, as tightly as we can. Nothing will ever last we’re told, soak up every moment, squeeze the fingers until they’ve imprinted your own. Tattoo the here, the now to your skin so you’ll have some faint remembering. We are never taught to forget. There is a grace in fading memory. For the broken woman in the dark room.
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On Swift Feet He Runs
I had never known love before him. It is not that I had not loved, I had, many times. However his eyes taught me that love is so much more than I had ever known. I have spent my life blowing paper shards from cupped hands.
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What Are They Thinking About These Days
We pay with fear and music
Drowning in the outcomes
A generated generation
Hypercriticacclaim: knowledge
Apathetic and all knowing
Our omnipotence unnerving
Just a click and a drag
Queen of anything, darling
House, picket fence, pick your
Offence; first Miss demeanour
Let the beat throb on, let
Your hair down, two dollars
For two inches, will go a mile
We can’t afford the children
We can’t afford the oxygen.
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The Absence of _ _ _
The currency (of the) world is fear
The state of greed and pride is fear
The absence of trust and hope is fear
The absence of love and faith is fear
The presence of religion — is fear
The presence of judgement — is fear
The presence of war — is fear
And we are all afraid of what we
Do not
want care desire know tounderstandAnd we are all at arms, bearing words, and eyes
The metallic gleam of our state of nature
For it is nature which has made us afraid
The need for survival — is fear
The presence of surrender — is peace.
