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Tasogare
05:35
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What's a guarded heart?
And how does one come back from ambition misplaced?
Now I've stayed my blade
Surrender spared our wounds, yet toils turn toward the winter without harvest
The twist we all saw coming
Every progression sounds so much the same
Expressive voices will tell it all
Will truth in love be this predictable?
Laid out just like these invalid feelings
Be who you are, no matter what we say
Trusting us with what to do is fine, we have our reasons
Be who you are, don't strive to be more realistic
We have stores of flame
to roast seeds saved for when Spring makes its way
It's true that sparrows have their trees
Is it wrong if that's not enough for me?
"My heart staggers; horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling."
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If a fantasy is manifested in medium, will it maintain residence?
Or will the chrysalis unfold and let free(flutter) the empty thoughts(or rather parasites) that oppress me?
Make way for the future floating gently before us
Knowing how little these colorful anxieties did to make our existence one realized
You're here and you leave
yet goodness remains;
Longing lasts only partly intact
Presence and memory lead me to rejoice in
what moves you along
and what brought us together
and what keeps me here.
This is what about you that moves in me too
Care in all things,
Peace beyond all understanding,
The joy that compels us to dance and to sing,
Against all odds, we make a family
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I am trapped within myself
My own tendrils ensnare and bind me
Right Mind departs,
The Spirit's conviction absent
Sight blurs and this grating of sanity
makes way for delight in depression
True Stockholm Syndrome
I can't unsee this disease as a fracture in my identity
All I know is what's in front of me
It's the blank slate of a hometown grave
Trying to keep me in the dark
Well come quick, light
COME QUICK, LIGHT
(The Ghost Servant)
If you will not wash me clean wash me away
Ungrown, (the seed) to be a hollow shell, wash me away
Tear down the city and curse your name, wash me away
If this rubble and ruin can be glory, wash me away
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4. |
Not Like This
05:38
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My stride
Too slow
Can't give up another inch
I'll follow
I see
Open hands
To grasp
Can I just cling to your back?
If we both go
the same road
Would it make sense
to feel this alone?
Maybe burden-bearing knees
could use company...
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Maybe burden-bearing knees
could use company...
Not like this
I need strength in my legs for my own weight
Nurture the pace; prune expectations away
We'll rejoice to be free; we're on course for shared victory.
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Repressed
04:28
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Subconscious intent:
Secession
Unwarranted breath;
Spent context
Loose ends double knotted
Bridges burned
Forked paths
Life lost
Bloated words
Inflated Feelings
Carry me out and up
Tethered above the water
"Stop regarding man in whose nostrils is breath,
for of what account is he?"
(from Isaiah 2:22 ESV)
"You cut and tie
Wander, blind as the wind
Or the post by which you are bound"
On what authority can you say
"Your heart's as rampant as it was before the buy"?
To think that "love"
Could be confused with "the truth"
Plans and intentions kept as "the will of life"
Rather than "law" carved into stone pipes
And "life" spoken as our cover, cage, collar, and casket
I have no better understanding
Just plead by our bond
That we no longer have to plead
But comfortably breathe
Held back
Repressed
Is there a word or phrase to excuse what I've been calling "self-denial"
"Look up
I know it's out there for you"
Are you understanding of this burden;
My life of yearning?
Take it apart
You want because you have not
It comes and it goes
How could the wind pull you along so easily?
My refuge is not so whimsical
Yet I am still haunted and kept feeling bleak
Count me up or count me out
I'm done living in longing
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Intertwined
07:23
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No matter how my cells may replace themselves
Neural pathways remain intact
Singing "Cattails in the Creek Along Paradise Path"
Drinking warm cider with rum and hands held
Speaking nonsense and praise and pleas,
all for some freedom
from a brain
a codeface
that simply records information
And writes poetry
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I want to be free
I want to be free
God, take the burdened life that I left right off me
Mind's renewal has faded into memory
No longer looking forward but held back by regret
If I was so deliberate in leaving
If I had so much conviction
You'd think moving on would be easy
I want to be free
I want to be free
God, take the burdened life that I left right off me
Those moments lacking resolution
Time spent with nothing to show for it
Sick feelings manifest over words never seen to the end
Why am I the one reaching back to what abandoned me?
I want to be free (The only place I find peace)
I want to be free (You'd think moving on would be easy)
God, take the burdened life that I left right off me
(I left my heartache yet it still finds me)
I think I still blame myself
For your lack of understanding
I think I'm still clutching to
Intentions misrepresented as covenant
Light up the dark; there's really nothing left
These dreams are not reflections of what could be
They are the crop of a blighted seed
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Infinity/Nothing
02:02
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I feel that joy's about to break
And soon we'll know which way to bend twilight
To dawn or night
Yes, faith in rocks and cliffs is pointless
But desert days have put my mind in desperation
Is it here that I deny you again?
Such a thin line
Between betrayal
And being your friend
I know I've been provided for
My whole life
But I'm tired of constantly being under the knife
How can we ever know anything?
And here we feel with such extremity
[featuring Gabe Reasoner]
[Out of breath
Without rest
Performance or providence?
"You are nothing; come be like me."]
Not a single new thing can be learned from this again
The dividing color's fading to a vibrant, gradient grey
Is the function of forgiveness here to spare me as I step on your face?
[(Step on your face)]
I cannot believe the bird cried three times on this day
[Silent, assured, you affirm there is hope for us
It still awaits
We gave up everything with eyes set on your crown
Silent, assured
Love has won and already conquered]
I want love
But I'm afraid to say it
I want love
But I'm afraid that I've squandered it
I want love
But I just can't sustain it
I want love
But I don't know
I want love
And not another victim
I want love
And to know how to give it
I want love
And confidence that it is true
I want love
That surpasses it all
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Every Day Chicago, Illinois
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