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We Are Not Lost
03:06
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We are lost!
Identity burn’t and bust
Languishing in hungry lust
The folly of ignorance whirling and turning
Emerging and yearning
And in our defence...
There is no need to sink to our knees and plead
And in our defence...There is no need
Rising from an incongruous lament through the action of planting a seed from which a phoenix rises burning, no longer turning
And in our defence
There is no need to sink to our knees and plead... in our defence
We are not lost
In our defence
We are not lost
In our defence
We are not lost
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My Hand is Burning
05:23
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My hand is burning and it feels like I’m taking flames from a fire
I can see those flames
I can hear those flames crackling and smacking wheeling and turning
And so I’ll wait...
Silent, transfixed, mesmerised by every flick, every crimson flip
Members flicker, civilisations at night all of a jitter
If only my hand could move quicker
I could take hold be bold and take one of those flames bring it close to my chest
Hold it like a flower
The flame in my hand
Feel its warmth and power
The flame in my hand
A will to discover
These words take you to new places
New lands
Nothing sugarcoated, hidden or forbidden
Just clear skies, wide eyes
Miles and miles and miles of crystal waters
If I could hold a flame from this fire
Crackling and smacking, wheeling and turning always bright always burning
The change that occurs when the curtains are closed
The change that ripples and rumbles never fumbles or crumbles
A passing, a massing of needed dread that brings to your head the sweet, sweet murmurations of peace.
The change that occurs without a police, the feet that meet a momentous beat a rhythm becomes you, is you
Climbing for space, pace after pace the human race raised from this categorical malaise to rest gently on towers of grace
And in your face I see the message is clear, so clear that it only shows up as light pushes through
As light pushes through
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Black feather crow feather
Absorbing the light
Black feather crow feather
Absorbing the light, making flight
Supporting a dream
Black feather crow feather
A raft of shadows supporting a dream that last as long as the shadow it casts
A wise crow knows each feather intimately and intrinsically
Its purpose
Its power
The way it moves and cuts the air
Black feather crow feather
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A woodpecker whispers in your ear and everything changes
Tack tack tack
Tack tack tack
He’s held in close defying gravity
Poised, upright, defying time with his audible fight
Tack tack tack
Tack tack tack
Faster than you can count
He wakes you from sleep
He wakes your mothers
Your fathers
Your fathers father, your mothers mother
So deep into time that you are ancestral past cracks open and spills forth…
Tack tack tack
Tack tack tack
A dance occurs, a romance unfurls
You bear witness to a courtship that happens lightly
A union that happens gladly
Tack tack tack
Tack tack tack
She answers!
She listens
She measures every strike for its purity
It’s synchronicity, and she whispers in your ear
Tack tack tack
Tack tack tack
Something breaks something shatters
You look at the world and wonder
What have we done?
From so far back we see a future and from so far back we see a need to drop everything just for one minute and witness
Just bear witness
The quiet, the stillness
She whispers in your ear
Tack tack tack
Tack tack tack
It corrects itself
Through stillness it corrects itself
Tack tack tack
Tack tack tack
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Liminal Script
03:44
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Two Fallen Angels
03:32
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Two crows fighting and my uncle dances wildly
Two fallen angels rolling, scrabbling atop layers of grey, refined dust, jumps, drifts, clouds around them
Cars pass, engines growling, drivers scowling, their eyes gaping at two crows dressed in pure blackness immersed in quarrel. Kicking, sliding binding
Talons make spark, ripping into feathery clothing, their eyes, burning, locked onto each other, holding fast. Scratching, lacerating, emancipating their abuses
A tumultuous embrace, unavoidable physical dialogue that bears no grudge and surpasses our judge-ment
There is sense to this
There is sense to this. In apparent chaos there will be resolution, a disentanglement of the world
My uncle dances wildly with a spirit way beyond that of which we can comprehend. An amassing of times of fasting that erupt gladly, a paper volcano who’s words slip by frantically
And with the paper bag claps
Amnesia breaks
Alterations to make
To bring back forsake
Amnesia breaks
Memories cascade
Mountain streams of images
Pounding
Stopping starting
Rocks resist, but bear witness, to an identity that persists
Witness, witness this
Overlay
Overlaying
Amnesia breaks
Alterations to undertake
A fortress makes and breaks, not itself, but everything else
Mirror me
Mirror you
Mirror fakes with such genuine appearance creates a frequency popular and misleading, but popular and horrifically comfortable
Amnesia breaks
Amnesia breaks
The last lament
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Unfinished Business
05:36
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I’m glad this bag is not just my bag
I hold no weight in this vessel, I hold its value
It comes to me as a temporary load, a gift to peruse
Not to indulge or over use
This grief runs deep into and through
Re-kindles pain I had no idea that I needed to go through
And through it to go and go, through it to go
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To Cage a Shadow
08:05
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Seen
Heard
Liberated
Spears passing through space
Shadows bent on being lit
Illuminescent
Spears passing through
Bent-on and constant
Smashing hours, minutes, seconds
Determined to cage a shadow
Ethereal spears passing through
Shadows bent on being lit
Illuminescent
Passing through
To cage a shadow
No gas no sides
Holding oil with open hands
Dropping, pouring, spilling in every direction
Up side and down
Side to side through everything and in everything
Pushing everything aside whilst still not seen lurking in themselves and keen
Keen to come forth and spell out this simple message;
“There is no fear, just avoiding the light that needs to be seen”
And
“Careful how you build cages, be sure to remember where the crucial connections are, and when you are ready, PULL them out”
Pull them out, no, smash them out and see the whole thing fall
The whole thing needs to fall
It needs to fall
The whole thing needs to lay down, dissolve, disperse
So to re-assemble, amalgamate - re join, that's it
The spears passing through shadows bent on being lit, burn bright, bring illuminescent light
Leave you as it is, not as you thought it was
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