1. |
Mandolin Song In Orange
07:22
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MANDOLIN SONG IN ORANGE.
The blinds lower....like tired eye-lids
Overlooking the waking street.
Golden lashes brushing the bubbling air.
I'm staring through the window pane
And yet again
Far from home
My thoughts are there.
This orange room....
Glowing like sunset....
Begets a deeper melancholy.
All sorryness creeps seeping slowly
Through the mesh.
Yesterdays rare are ripening here.
This orangeness....
Catching the faintest strains
Of the dancing strings
Of a mandolin
As it sings on the wind.
It brings me hope...
It feeds my longing
In Paris air...belonging.
This orange room awaits you.
This orange room
Glorying in sunset....
Brings sorrow nearer
Without you here!
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2. |
Shiver Across The Soul
05:19
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SHIVER ACROSS THE SOUL.
I was wondering....
I was just thinking....
What made it all happen?
A shudder across the canvas?
A shiver across the soul?
A tremor around the muddy mound -
Underground?
I was just thinking....
I was just wondering....
Whatever made it all happen?
A shudder across the canvas....etc.
A shudder across the canvas...etc.
A shudder across the canvas...etc.
Wounding a soul is no less criminal
Than taking a life!!
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3. |
Like Alice
04:49
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LIKE ALICE.
"Drink me"....
Legs and arms
Push hard against the wall.
Head cowers....
And neck bends at the rafters....
Bulging the roof.
Cramped and enclosed....
The potion drunk
Has sunk her heart....
Like Alice!
"Drink me"....
Shrink...to enlarge....
Become minute.
In-grow to little....
To find more room.
Become nothing.
To swell in spirit....
Contradict the rules.
Become the dream....
Like Alice!
"Drink me".
Stop.... not this time.
What is that?
Is it too late
To regurgitate?
Wait....
Too late.
What's done is done.
The poison drops have
Winning....won!
Shrinking in....
Evaporate....
Become mist!
Dream in the dream.
Sink in the stinking stream.
Disintegrate.
After all....
Not at all....
Like Alice!!
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4. |
The Beckoning
06:55
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THE BECKONING.
The shifting of night air....
Collapsing - like falling.
Intriguing was the cry she heard....
Pleading was the cry she heard....
Fragile and lost.
It was calling....
Hauling her in.
Like a dart - it pierced her heart
From within.
All night she waited
All night to be beckoned again.
It was calling....
Hauling her in....
Like a fish on a line....
She could not give in......
Nor resist!........Nor return!
It burned her yearning....
It scratched at her skin.
Like a dart - it pierced her heart
From within.
The call she heard was soft and shrill
Its gentle plea intriguing her senses.
It was calling - calling
Tempting her in.
All night - all night
Piercing her heart from within.
It was calling - calling
Tempting her in.
All night - all night
Scratching her skin from within.
It was calling....
Tempting her in.
Scratching at her skin
From within.
It was calling - calling
Tempting her in.
All night - waiting waiting
For the beckoning.
It was calling - calling
Piercing her heart from within.
All night she waited.
All night to be beckoned again.
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5. |
Firefly
07:12
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FIREFLY.
She was like a shining one....
An angelic being
In a cloud-blackened sky.
In her robes of opalescent green
She seemed....a pulsating beacon....
Illuminated....lit from within.
Firefly - firefly - signaling.
She stood poised....
Ready to spring into eager lift-off.
She was baiting
Ready to begin....
She would wait.
Statuesque in the one beam
That had - seeking - found her.
Static entanglement bound around her.
Firefly - firefly - inviting.
He was like a lightning strike....
A metallic being.
Glinting in the low glow
Of the shimmering sky.
Twice - she caught his piercing eye....
On the vibrant horizon.
Once he turned to face her....it was done.
What was predicted so long ago
Before the web was spun
Had now begun.
Firefly - firefly - enticing.
Twice - she caught his piercing eye.
Once he turned to face her - it was done.
What was predicted so long ago
Before the web was spun
Had now begun.
Firefly - firefly - fly!
Once he turned to face her - it was done.
What was predicted so long ago
Before the web was spun
Had now begun.
Firefly - firefly - fly!
The vow made then -
Entwined as one -
Begun.
Firefly - firefly - fly!
Would never - could never be undone!
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6. |
Ashen
04:02
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ASHEN.
The traces of your shadow
Imprinted on my skin....
Scorch the broken earth
Where your footprints begin.
And waves of grasses flowing
Where trees no longer grow
Are the shouted whispers
Now become the silent cries below.
And under dappled canopies
That sorely stretch my eye....
Emerge the words unuttered....
Submerged with tears uncried.
Like the knife that.. grinding blunter....
When the blade longer cuts....
These pages of my holy book are bending....
And the creases brand my soul with ashen dust.
Ashen!!
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7. |
Secret
11:32
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SECRET.
Sshhshhhh.............oooooooh
"It's a secret............You mustn't tell"...
"I mustn't tell"
Sshhshhhh............oooooooh
"O.k...it must be down here"
"It's still alive..........still breathing!"
Crouching....lifting arms outstretched
To the sky........
"Where's the sky?.......where's the sky?"
I'm still alive.......I'm still breathing........
I'm still here.......I'm still here!"
I am ....I am here.....
I am ....I am here.....
Still here!
I am ....I am here.....
I am ....I am here.....
Still here....I'm still here!
Didn't you see?
Didn't you see?
Why didn't you see?
Why didn't you see?
I am here....
I am still here.....
I am here.....I'm still
I'm still here!
My right palm.....raising to the sky.....
High....to the power of heaven....(energy)
My left palm...
Directed flat down toward the earth....
Returning energy......(directing).
I'm twirling - winding -
Whirling - twisting - twining -
I'm swirling - - twirling -
Unwinding twining -
My skirt is spinning - raising -
Praising - stain erasing -
To decontaminate..........
I'm praising - crazing -
Whirling - - twirling - - spinning -
I'm coiling - unspoiling -
Unspoiling the spoiling.....To decontaminate!
I am here....I'm still here....
I'm still breathing....can't you hear?
Why can't you hear?....I'm still here!
I am still here!
I am....I am here.....
I am....I am here.....
Still...here.....
I am....I am here.....
I am....I am here
Still here....I'm still here!
Didn't you hear?....
Didn't you hear?....
Why can't you hear?
Why can't you hear?
I'm still here....I am still here.....
Can't you hear?....Why can't you hear?
Shh.....Here...it's coming from here....
Down here.....
"It's alright....it's alright....we're here....
You'll be alright now"....
"It's a secret"
"Sshhh...it's alright"
"But I mustn't tell"
"Don't worry...you're safe now...
You're safe now.....you'll be alright now"....
"But it's a secret"
"Don't you worry...when you're ready....
In your own time".....
"It's a secret"......
"You're safe now.....sshhhh
Sshhhh".
LILY POLLEN.
My hands are dyed with lily pollen.
My mouth is dry - my eyes are swollen.
How could this be? ....How could this be?
I'm so alone - I'm so alone -
Under the stairs.
I'm so afraid - I'm so afraid -
Under the stairs.
My eyes were wide - my hope was open.
I cannot hide my heart - it is broken!
How could this be? ....How could this be?
I'm so alone - I'm so alone -
Under the stairs.
I'm so afraid - I'm so afraid -
Under the stairs.
I'm so cold - I'm so cold -
Under the stairs.
I'm so scared - I'm so scared -
Under the stairs.
I'm so alone - I'm so alone -
Under the stairs.
I'm so afraid - I'm so afraid -
Under the stairs.
I'm so alone - I'm so alone -
Under the stairs.
I'm so afraid - I'm so afraid -
Under the stairs.
I'm so alone - I'm so alone -
Under the stairs.
I'm so afraid - I'm so afraid -
Under the stairs.
I'm so cold - I'm so cold -
Under the stairs.
I'm so scared - I'm so scared -
Under the stairs.
I'm so alone - I'm so alone -
Under the stairs.
I'm so afraid - I'm so afraid -
Under the stairs.
My skin is dyed like mustard yellow.
My hands are tied - I cannot follow.
How could this be? ....How could this be?
I'm so alone - I'm so alone!
I'm so cold - I'm so cold!
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8. |
Shockwaves
04:49
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SHOCK-WAVES.
It wasn't ever as simple as this....
It wasn't ever as clever as this....
It wasn't ever as deep as this....
It wasn't ever meant to be as simple as
Shock-waves!
Underwater-ways ripple.
Heat-waves....
Heat...bleach ...waves....
Pulsating fragile quake-ways.....
Pulse-waves!
Pulse...pulse...pulse-ache...
Pulse-ache aching....pulse....pulse...
Pulse-ache shaking.....pulse-ache quaking.
Nacre-light caresses
Brushing delicate nerve-ways....
Pressure-pointing buttons of
Vulnerability.
Abilities to ignore
Sorely challenged and breaking.
Bound with fire-coils....
I boil past melting.
Sheets of sound surrounding me....
Showering like falling rain.
Shifting with a thousand voices
Too cool my burning fire-song
And soothe my blood to flicker.
The sleeping Phoenix awaits rebirth.
This...the final initiation...born of ashes....
Will be my guide to the next.
(Soothe my blood to flicker)
My quickened pulse
Now regulates to steady....
And...I am ready!
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9. |
The Disappeared Mountain
04:08
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THE DISAPPEARED MOUNTAIN.
They purple in the reddened sky.....
It hides behind a canopy of cloud.
Vapours rising from the damp earth
Ascend like silken spirits
From the shackles of their willingness
To endeavour endless penance....
In an instant tasting freedom in their hesitance.
Night accepts them into her bosomed solace.
They drink of her nectar
And refreshed are released....
To be nourished by the wakened moon.
Shadows of mountains
In gauze-like mist-shrouds
Give up the struggle to be seen...
But their lingering magic overpowers the senses...
Their energy seeping through thickening air...
Across boulders like giants
Ensucking electrified atmosphere...
And clearly now...resplendent in star essence...
The disappeared mountain...
Shaken from slumbrousness...
Calmly...majestically........solemnly...appears!
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10. |
Too Cool
07:03
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TOO COOL.
I'm too cool to flirt and
Flutter my eyelashes across the room.
We're too big to play the games
We played when we were so unruly.
You know how I feel
And I hope you are feeling this way too.
We don't need to shift our glances
When we're dancing shoe to shoe.
I don't wan'ta get hurt,
I'm too cool for this flirting.
I don't wan'ta wake
With an aching heart.
I don't wan'ta get burned.
I don't care for this yearning.
I can't bear the pain
Of a breaking heart.
I've been so scared.
You' have been so cold.
So many questions
Needing answers.
You don't seem to hear!
I'm alive each time I find
That you're closer than you were before.
You don't seem to realize
It's time we went for something more - but -
Time on time I find that I'm
Just standing waiting all alone.
You don't even seem to be there
When I call you on the phone.
I don't wan'ta get hurt,
I'm too cool for this flirting.
I don't wan'ta wake
With an aching heart.
I don't wan'ta get burned.
I don't care for this yearning.
I can't bear the pain
Of a breaking heart.
I don't wan'ta get hurt,
I'm too cool for this flirting.
I don't wan'ta wake
With an aching heart.
I'm too cool to flirt and
Flutter my eyelashes across the room.
We're too big to play the games
We played when we were so unruly.
You know how I feel
And I hope you are feeling this way too.
We don't need to shift our glances
When we're dancing shoe to shoe.
I don't wan'ta get hurt,
I'm too cool for this flirting.
I don't wan'ta wake
With an aching heart.
I don't wan'ta get burned.
I don't care for this yearning.
I don’t wan’ta go
With a broken heart!
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11. |
Soliciting Crabs
06:41
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SOLICITING CRABS.
Don't dare....dare stare....
Crusty crustaceans
Crowd and grapple there....
Arranging orange foam circles
Swirling there.
Am I jelly-fish?
Am I bamboo bat?
Am I stricken with stick-insectness?
Am I tongue of hump-back?
Facts fan....
Flaps can flap....
Briney broads can rusty fingers slap....
Cracking shells....
Unwrapping tales....
In welling...gushing...fusty pails.
Torrents of swelling
Festering blisters.
Flesh exposing sun-torn sisters....
Haggling under unlit stars.......
Dark and cold!
Stark and sold!
Am I jelly-fish?
Am I bamboo bat?
Am I stricken with stick-insectness?
Am I tongue of hump-back?
From here...I'll stare into the unknown.
From that sludge-point
My poisoned eyes were blind.
From here...I'll stare beyond the unknown
For that place
I'll place my magic stone.
I glow in the dark....
I squeeze into smallest cracks.
I blacken my trail
With my ink-stained back.
My step-dents fill with flushing....
From the underground gushing.
When set like concrete...
Arachnids come rushing....
Crustaceans come scratching....
All dapper and dashing.
Don't dare....dare stare....
Crusty crustaceans
Crowd and grapple there....
Arranging orange foam circles
Swirling there.
Facts fan....
Flaps can flap....
Briney broads can rusty fingers slap....
Cracking shells....
Unwrapping tales....
In welling...gushing...fusty pails.
Torrents of swelling
Festering blisters.
Flesh exposing sun-torn sisters....
Haggling under unlit stars.......
Dark and cold!
Stark and sold!
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12. |
Clutching At Dust
08:01
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CLUTCHING AT DUST.
Falling away....slipping away....clutching at dust.
It's sinking slowly like the setting sun....
It's imperceptible and slipping away.
Almost unnoticed...low behind the trees....
And almost gone - and almost gone
To just a whisper....
What's left of it.
It echoes in the wind of eventide.....
It sighs a solemn breath
And breathless - it's unheard....
Like a lost plea....wafting aimlessly....
Clutching at dust.
Falling away...slipping away....clutching at dust.
It's freeing freezingly - it's freezing free....
It frees freezingly - it's freezing
Freeing freezingly.
Pockets of salty ash - bloodless - bloodless
Caressing empty air with crushing tears.
Co-co-coagulating breath-blood - breath-blood...
Preserving curds -
Preserving curds - in gritty brine....
Imagine flying....
Imagine flying....
Imagine flying - over the precipice....
Clutching at dust.
It's sinking slowly like the setting sun....
It's imperceptible and slipping away.
Almost unnoticed...low behind the trees....
And almost gone - and almost gone -
It's almost gone to just a whisper....
All that's left of it.
It echoes in the wind of eventide.....
It sighs a solemn breath
And breathless - it's unheard....
Like a lost plea....wafting aimlessly....
Clutching at dust!
Clutching at dust!
It's sinking slowly like the setting sun....
It's imperceptible and slipping away.
Almost unnoticed...low behind the trees....
And almost gone - and almost gone -
It's almost gone to just a whisper....
All that's left of it.
Falling away....slipping away....clutching at dust.
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13. |
Whistling Song
03:04
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WHISTLING SONG.
Nonchalant.....that's what she needed to be.
She must show nonchalance!
What was done - was done....
It needed to be done....
It was necessary.
Fire-flares crack and fill the sky....
Rising....like ascending stars.
(Fire-works - seen from the window of a plane -
Are just little bubbles of coloured fizz -
From up there - in the higher air).
So that's how it is.
How it must be.
How it must appear...down here.
There is no time that is not transitional.
Water seeps deep - like secrets.
Water holds memories -
Like her tears.
She must walk away from here…..
Nonchalantly.
As she walks away.....
She whistles!
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14. |
Stalking The Vision
11:22
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STALKING THE VISION.
The wind in the willow....
Recalling lost time.
Still I watch the swaying dance....
Entranced.
Stretching boundaries
Under lilac blue skies.
Still I watch the swaying dance....
Entranced.
Treading the earth....
Catching sunlight
Dancing round rocks.
A shady mantle shimmering
Under the canopy of willow fringe.
Breaking out beyond the horizon....
Stalking the vision
Encircling the ocean.
What is the wrong conclusion?
Why do we hesitate?
What is going now?
Stop! And re-estimate!
Stalking the vision.
The wind in the willow....
Recalling lost time.
Still I watch the swaying dance....
Entranced.
Stretching boundaries
Under lilac blue skies.
Still I watch the swaying dance....
Entranced.
The patchwork hill stands still in the sunlight ....
Wind-song soothing the smothering dream.
The distant mounds are smouldering
Through waves of grasses rippling.
Blow through me gentle wind....
Through the willow unwind me.
What is the wrong conclusion?
Why do we hesitate?
What is going now?
Stop! And re-estimate!
Stalking the vision.....
The wind in the willow....
Recalling lost time.
Still I watch the swaying dance....
Entranced.
Stretching boundaries
Under lilac blue skies.
Still I watch the swaying dance....
Entranced.
What is the wrong conclusion?
Why do we hesitate?
What is going now?
Stop! And re-estimate!
Stalking the vision.
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