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I am neither breather nor speaker
I am neither walker nor sleeper
I am neither sister brother son nor daughter
Solely in my chest is my heart a drum of water
I am under no disguise
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Two winters gone in a blur of sleepless nights
Day in, day out, I worked through the same old plight
By then I'd stopped looking for my way out
Somehow I thought I wasn't worth the fight
It's safe to say, saving you, saved me
All those times I'd hung my head to keep the peace
I had buried all my strength and will down deep
When you came I woke from many sleeps
One day I'll tell you what you did for me
It's safe to say, saving you, saved me
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Sometimes I go whole days listening, bored, half sleep
I won't say anything that's worth a thing to me
One day, suddenly, time took a turn that once felt so brief
I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly
What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly can become
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
And the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
Be aware, my darling these things I say I mean
Are just traces of something I long to feel again
I see our time expand in the air almost forcibly
Spreading thinner till it dissolves completely
What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly can become
An addiction to the slumber of disconnection
And the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape
But keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day
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I'm sleeping to develop my dreaming skill
I'm going to build, I'm going to build
If the space is malleable the contrast must be too
It changes shape with you, it changes shape with you
Wishes turn out orphans, skip on the surface of the
sky and sink, sky and sink
They break into the air with little faith and heap
a desert full of dunes, a desert full of dunes
The space is wired for light
Light for gaze, gaze for intent
The space is wired for light
Light for gaze, gaze for intention
A body disassembled still assembles its
memory as a whole
Recognition renders composition
Intention begins resurrection
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walk with me for a while to my house on the hill
forget where your body lies and i'll forget mine as well
you have as much hope as you have hopelessness
but can you identify just what keeps you down like this
do you feel the pain
or do you feel the memory
whether you're sound asleep, whether i'm wide awake
brother, you live and breathe, whether i've gone away
do you pass through the world lost in the rendering
of life as it felt before estranged to the passing day
do you feel the rain
or do you feel the memory
there's no need to get depressed
there's no need for anxiousness
'cause the words won't come easy
there's more to your work than this
do you feel the pain
or do you feel the memory
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See the branches bend like
silk ribbons without breaking
The wind crashes into
walls without shattering
into a million strands
I ask you to listen
A sunless winter light
throws its coat down to say
keep your feet faultless before
the martyred ground defaced
and torn by no fault of its own
Bloodless lithe absolution
I give you so take from me
this white elephant coat
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How does someone with nothing end
up with so much to show for it
All kinds of people, places, and things,
your cheap doormats and decorations
And to think it was all just a dream,
one fantastic hallucination
Keep on polishing your golden
wall of trophies and self portraits
We'll just smile and wait till he knocks off
your designer rose colored glasses
And you'll see what we see nothing but
old dust, peeled paint, and broken glasses
A simple imprint imagined
I was the hill we walked
I was the walk that swung from your legs
I was your words wet cast in my thoughts
Those who say dreams are just dreams
say words end when you can't hear them
Listen closely as they fade
and witness the world's construction
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We've been given the capacity
to be immovable
Breathing in and out our bodies
are equipped for this
We walk around half there all the time
feeling a self assessed shame
So see
your radiance
is what protects you
So get
out of your own
anesthetized fist
It's not some new thinking
that we're self dominant
So why do we keep seeking
a truth that we've been fitted with?
If our bones are built
upwards and straight
towards weightlessness
there's meaning in this
Allow yourself to be relieved
Allow yourself to be relieved
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My sleep burrows me a chain of monochromatic rooms
that jangles in the day and recalls a samey drone
Day has drawn out from the night
what's been lacking in its wage
reviving eyes that choked the light
with no extraction for the page
I can not seem to remember my dreams lately
If the moon defines the night and illuminates
without direction
could the obscured that steered my life illuminate its
intervention?
I fought so long for an explanation
planting
the seeds that took root in my mind
explaining
into dust what was a lucid situation
And I can not seem to remember my dreams lately
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Hinges that swing, sing, sing, sing
Hinges that swing, sing, sing, sing
Hinges that sing, swing, swing, swing
Hinges that sing, swing, swing, swing
I am the prince of peace
El principe de paz
We are the prince of peace
We are the hand of God
I am the sigh sigh sigh
beneath the listless waves
that begin to retreat
into the whole again
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My cabal, he sleeps outside
pulling the shadows over the moonlight
My cabal, won't you come inside
Forget the darkness if just for one night
Possibilities
baited with personal inconvenience
Every time he feels
that baited resistance tugging at his sleeve
he struggles to find who
he struggles to see why
He's weary with a weight
so often confused with authority,
but who's?
My cabal, he sleeps outside
pulling the shadows over the moonlight
My cabal, won't you come inside
Forget the darkness if just for one night
I want to know why
paper is so different
And what happens once these
promises incubated hit the air
I want to know why the
air becomes so thick and impenetrable
and why another set of rules apply, why?
My cabal, he sleeps outside
pulling the shadows over the moonlight
My cabal, won't you come inside
Forget the darkness if just for night
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If I had glass hands and glass feet
would they be, would they be
would they be idle from their state
Would idleness be the affliction
or fragility the debate?
Would the sound of a life discarded
even resonate in a strangers ear?
Would the loss of a life expected
be any different to cause a stranger to despair?
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