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Melodies
Melodies and poppies for you all to see
And flowing through the center
Blood
For all the neighbors childrens wishes
For all the animals sewn to sea
All the turning round from one
The space expanded, a light to see
No one.
Scarlets callin, beckoning for me to meet her
Half way
The smell of it all is something close to home
And rain, and oh that refreshing friend sleep
Nothing so like the stretch
And the end of a long departure
In life - an awakening.
I gave up trying to find the perfect words and the perfect time
Set aside to record for you
All the sounds of gods sigh.
This tiring grind, this tiring grind will have it's end.
To remove the traces of the smothering of soul as if
Beneath a weight of pillows
The clouds decieve you and aren't harmless, like love
Always killing - only with the deepest of prejudice, avarice, and joy.
I can't explain the way I feel, is what they all experience
When meeting those who share the groove, cut in a ball
Rolling empty in a bowl of substance, exitence.
That's why you find those "familiar" like family or tribe.
Generation is a symptom of that disease of individual concept.
For only when we are all alone, must they all then be together
again.
Every day is a rainy day I've been saving for
Did you have a good life and what of your death was that good too?
They are the same, they can both be done in a certain way.....quielty
behind closed doors, or out here amongst us all, the living.
The ones that love you most.
I got back just minutes ago. All those years alone
Vanished, like breathe blown through glass that made little noise
Who the hell came back for me minutes ago? And dragged me here to
the surface of a pool of thoughts and feelings, folded in your
Love.
Surrounded by all this bruised and blistered skin.
If you see Jesus, send him back. The points been lost in admiration, like cancer eating from within the body, spirit spreading, crowding so.....
Close... to closing in
So final a threat
But warriors rise in times like this and feel the old familiar
Call to battle.
Place your bets here we go again.....
All the routes too tired, to face the fear of a shrinking vessel, hear me now, "Abandon ship!".
Young and weary "to the guns" and let the rest of us settle in for the smells and tastes of war, and victory.
When you meet others in these bags, these skin conditions of human flesh, the key I realized early on, was not to look at them how you would have them be, but to see them for who they are. Knowing is good, but seeing is the key.
Knowing and seeing are the whole of it. They assure victory again and again.
We must be vigilant. I see you all.
I'll draw you out, one by one, and little by little I will bring you back
together again.
