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Half Truth
08:02
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A river of lies
A deafening current
spilling information off the sides
A flag too weighted with fallacy to fly
Too soaked with blood to set on fire
The waters of logic pollute
Fractured conspire
So easily stirred, memory so fragile
Silver tongue, rootless pile
A towering, primal wart
Taste of blood
The copper on my tongue
Have you stayed true
to yourself or did you
let yourself down
along the way, are you
scared now, are you scared
Does the agony
in your bones warn of storms
Does the weight on your mind stink of regret
Have you told yourself the truth yet
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Empty Space
05:02
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The immovable object, the unstoppable force
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Gate Keeper
06:46
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A source to all anguish
Sunken in the shadows of paint
Lingering pain plays a curious game
Cruel landscape turned across a plane
Remained inflamed. Ghastly mangled tear
A flat windless embrace
Impact partial parallel
Could air pouring
That putrid smell is it
Self poisoned, not yet dead, but dying
Inviting the one
who shall not be
House of forgeries
Presence of something so
undeniable sent
them running for their graves
There is no removing
me from this day
No speaker of the Graves
No tired ocelot guards the gates
That is the least travelled portal of them all
Creature of the fog, Keeper of the forrest, Creeper of the lake.
Make yourself known - appear to me. An alliance awaits.
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Observer
06:00
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Residual phosphorescence
from the spit of a spirit
Sent to watch you
and guard you from love
Drain the lake
dragging blood
Yesterdays water levels stain
the stones like memories
Measurement exponential
The day our ship meets the floor
Tangent told now shorelines slipped away
Retrospective spectacle
Fingers thrown with blame
A wake too wide. A nature too freak to tame
The time has come for division
A death to all religion
A history not in question
The infinite all mighty lesson
The highest of frequencies crack and shatter
Threads that hold you untie and meet the floor
Fingertip touches the reaches of distance
The self that never was
mocks the tone of fear
The time that never
was visible on a plane.
The death that always was
is all that remains
A half burnt offering always swaying
like the final year leaves fell
Falling to meet the floor
Current toils and evaporates
off of a spinning cauldron
A tincture of holy design destroyed
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Idle Hands
06:01
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Swarmed by ladybugs for days
Old windows house no warmth
and ripple under liquid earth
Every night I checked in with the moon
to catch her speaking
and so she might whisper
a secret into only my ear
But another month has gone
and she hasn't spoken
or her words didn't make it here
I offer her my live insects
but she sends them back
or never returns
I cheer as they fly away
for I know a strong one
will make it there one day
And tell her of the poor man
drowning in ribbons of glass
waiting for the tale of the tides
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Vial of Noon
Improviser/composer, often duo, sometimes collective.
Available for film scoring and other projects.
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