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Marinescapes
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Like you, I have many stories to tell!
And, this one also has its place.
of two desparate creatures
that found themselves
in a sticky way
One is a painter of marinescapes,
the other a mover of goods.
That day was a little bit different.
O, No! It doesn’t look good!
That day the painter had posted
upon the hill, his favorite spot.
A handshake was witnessed.
Very odd below those rickety, shady docks.
The painter had known the dock worker
to be an upstanding man.
So why was this exchange any different?
He could tell there’s an unruly plan!
Normally, he set to work
with shading many colors
to lay out possible figures.
This day he had a camera.
Hit the enlarger, zooming in, another pass...
He could see something dangling from the dock.
Tied to a slight rope, seaweed bobbing
closer look and yet again
that looks to be hair!
Confronting the dock man,
who he thought he knew well.
“i have no idea what you’re saying"
“what do you mean? i can see frayed rope hanging”
Dredging the canal revealed young man’s body
“o, no I knew him well!!!”
Taken in cuffs, the dockman showed all signs of regret.
A deal gone sour, those who put him up to it paid as well.
Poor Johnny-lad got too close to darkness and fell
away...
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The last time I fell apart
I thought we decided it was your turn.
Opinion isn’t the final word.
Everything is not always what we say it is.
Underneath the broken glass,
not only do we see the shards,
but reflections of each other
fragmented.
The colors play off each other.
We slip in shadows between the rays,
dodging sense of time.
You know you’ve been in that space long
when the artificial leaves fall.
A replant might be needed.
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Grey Is
03:17
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When you know you are wrong, When you know you are right.
When you know you are right, When you know you are wrong.
Everyone has their own opinion, Faced with the facts does it scare you?
We try so hard to protect with dull blades
Only knowing we will fall if we can’t grey.
Everyone has their own little line
Everyone has their own little line
Everyone has their own little line
What’s yours?
What’s yours?
What’s yours?
Justified, you try to make it worth it.
Justified, with no remorse
We hold on tight is the ire worth it
What’s yours?
What’s yours?
What’s yours?
Rising outside yourself,
Connect in another way.
Folding upon itself,
Whisper to a better day.
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Waits The Wraiths
05:47
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Bellies lie empty while spirits shine brightly,
full for a coming new year.
Collecting the stonecrop, the sage, and the yarrow,
the ivy, mugwort all for we.
Amulets for wee ones to hold off night terrors,
the hope to stave off kelpie
But constant lapping against the dark shore,
reminds us we must be discreet.
I know we have nowhere to go.
The forces push us through different light
because even if you go you’ll be back
and we all know waits the wraiths.
Dog daisy was boiled in the best wine to lessen the fever degree.
The weather rolled in like a dark force to summon the children to sea.
There has to be a better way to handle the strength of the ghostly ladies.
Why did they swim late in the evening never heeding the elders decrees?
And I know we have nowhere to go.
The forces push us through different light.
because even if you go you’ll be back
and we all know waits the wraiths.
Unknown to all that this fire was an unplanned funeral pyre.
The night ducks prepared the unholy shrouds by washing in the night
The seals appearing early this morning indicate a sour sign.
Calm your fears and hold your breath because now is our untimely demise.
And I know we have nowhere to go.
The forces push us through different light.
because even if you go you’ll be back
and we all know waits the wraiths.
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Moss grows on wet rocks.
There was no way to know it would begin again.
In a better way
we had
more or less
shifted
Back again.
We meet at the other door.
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Days Are Long
02:47
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With no demarcation of time,
we always slip when we try to rhyme.
O, no. The days are long.
When you know this road
has only one way to go
and these views can hold so much to see,
please just be.
So join us and please feel free
to foresee that
these Days are long.
Turned around
and caught a glimpse
of what looked to be a woodland nymph
was just our lonely little shadow.
We said it once and we’ll say it again
we know it feels like it never ends.
My friend, the days are long.
Peel back and hit the brakes,
for goodness sake these heightened days
feel wrong.
The days are long.
So join us and please feel free
to a take a longer breath.
These days are long.
Whisked away
to a short daydream
where the trees
grow underground.
A whole world functioning
beneath the soil
we give up the toil
for a moment.
So join us and celebrate,
you made it through another day!
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7. |
Rights I
00:28
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8. |
Rights II
00:28
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9. |
Rights III
00:28
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10. |
Rights IV
00:28
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11. |
Rights V
00:28
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12. |
Rights VI
01:17
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13. |
Chasing Sleep
03:38
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