1. |
Heaving Receiver
08:15
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Porous this unborn son
Weightless
Fettered and tender
Almost out
Out of this broken mouth
Light and cloud
Heaving receiver, pull me out
Now splayed, I bathe in wake I’ve made
Once clear now thick with filth
Opaque, drop of hours toiled falls
Through unending , unknowing void
No fate, to splash or make a sound
Or make a mark on barren worlds
All dust collected and hid in hairs
To pollinate another place
All viral speech of vanity
Now blisters in my ears
Now splayed, I bathe in the wake I’ve made
Now thick with filth
Opaque, drops of hours toiled falls
Now watch me fall
All complaints of blistered ears
Are passed on to another
And all of us perpetuate
Through hate-speak pregnant mother
Now splayed, I bathe in the wake I’ve made
Now thick with filth
Opaque, drops of hours toiled falls
Porous this unborn son
Almost out
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2. |
Dominion
05:24
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Burst of first earth
Push to surface
Break through plasma
Break this union’s hold
Toxic will be done
Alive
And a song bird calls me
While you hold her down
Show me control
Show me to teach me
My power over life
And though
I’ve taken much
I have given it all
In the hopes you learn yet to survive
Beyond reproach
To spite the gods
To grant yourself
This power over life
Small hands, with mighty force behind
My choice to feed, or let you wilt and dry
In savage simplicity
The leech dies the host lives
Toxic will be done
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3. |
Cutting Teeth
05:54
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White owl
steel key
old growth on trees
I am lost
Again confined by vines that smother life
To carry theirs
And through the door
Young eyes will feast on jungles with no name
Index out
To point and make
A guttural claim
To who is green
A leaf’s a leaf in colour and in name
Coarse and cold
This life ruled now by tongues
Cutting my teeth on the words
Sick sweet copper taste
Out of the fold
Must have wandered away
I am not the worst thing, i am the only one
I am all to each man, another tongue to lie
Destination knowledge, sight fixed,
cross the yet unknown
Without a word no memory no story told
Cutting my teeth on the words
Sick sweet copper taste
Out of the fold
Must have wandered away
Now so enclosed
Why must we write it down
To see is to know
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4. |
A Change Begins
05:45
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I have observed myself on earth
As a transcendental nothing
Slithered on my belly
Scorched white trails into the sky
Choices not mine, yet by them I am defined
My faith is gone, yet by it I am defined
New birth of mind, crafted by old mind’s demise
Safety in faith, now without I’m in the wild
Scower
Wonderer
Coward
Wanderer
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5. |
Process is Bloodshed
04:29
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Sweet surveyor of chaos
Wondering how it all fell
How you crossed over lost in this wreckage
Binding words have their way way to flourish
Building a fire that burns
To never fail
Asking the world of myself
Driving deeper these nails
Introspective, incessant
Always asleep at the helm
Pine needle craver obsessive
Stir the earth
Shred the thicket to keep at hand
Building a fire that burns
To never fail
Asking the world of myself
Driving deeper these nails
Without new growth
Process is bloodshed
Toast to new growth
Out with the old ways
Lean in
Let me go
Back to old
Known wind
Syphon thought
Better off
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6. |
Belief Like Water
04:12
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worst cowering wretch
i have disowned my own self
sealed
bound to to his bed
just need some rest
the nine of swords
way down this line
that i have painted
bullheaded a fool
nothing can save
the distorted
wash this brush
of its pride
On your knees
Hands raw
Crawl upwards
Or stand up and walk
hopeless
spend all of today
suspending belief
like water
hopeless
so today
suspend your beliefs
like water
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7. |
Black Tourmaline
05:54
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I could drink the bitter poison
Flood my system
With anger
Senses focus
Fuse my essence
So pristine
With black tourmaline
Twist every
Precious moment
Into these
Moments for Me
Into these
Moments of deceit
Hands can drip with tar
spirit of the sun
clumsy from the weight
sucked fingers to clean
gums constrict
tongue now sticks
self polluted
shoulders hung
the young heart’s bright descent
beaten by the years
what little of the boy is left
so this is growth
to know
that fear is with us
pressure upon us
a race to hold
to show
that we were something
a story worth telling
grasp at the past
before we know
that fear is with us
pressure upon us
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