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Cloud
05:13
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cloud
i just want to hold you
until everything is alright
and i just want to hear you tell me
that everything will be okay
but you don’t
love me like i love you
you got me to audition
but i didn’t know that it
was for you
i had never felt so supported
you were like
a bed of grass
for me to lay in, on a
warm afternoon
you are a cloud
and i’m a ray of sun
dancing off your back—
you propel me in the air
if you were to leave me
it would hurt, but
i’d find a different cloud
and a different patch
of grass to lay in
on that warm afternoon
feel that breeze
on my cheek
sun touching
my bare forearms
the back of my eyelids
burning red
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in my town and your town too
in my town, in your town too
winter mist hangs, asleep in the air
and sticks to parked car windshields.
on watered streets sidewalks i walk,
you walk too, --depositing frosty breath
--in new surroundings, but the moon is the same moon
i know now it’s glowing face
midnight, marble, blue
a compass encompassing
in my town and your town too
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So Much Love
03:15
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So Much Love
I had forgotten what real silence is.
An old friend that I had come to miss.
I had forgotten what real silence is.
After five nights holed up in L.A.
It's nice to be here, sorry I can't stay.
Come tomorrow I'll be leaving and driving all day.
So much love
Love overtaking me.
Beauty lies in practicality here.
So let go of all that you hold near.
Let go, let go---of all you fear.
There's no locks on the doors to this house.
Ask yourself what you'd like to keep out.
There's no locks on the doors to this house.
So much love
Love overtaking me.
I had forgotten what real silence is.
An old friend that I had come to miss.
I had forgotten what real silence is.
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4. |
Only Water
06:12
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5. |
In Front Of You
03:10
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In front of you
In and out of cafes--in and out of reality:
How you could meet someone one night, get so close,
and leave so quickly.
It's a game of roulette. Spinning,
Never know what cold bedroom floor
you'll end up on next.
It's all in front of you.
And you never know what
kind of light will poor in
through the windows
in the morning
and skylights overhead.
Sometimes it is bright
and burning--
shining in your eyes.
Sometimes you can sleep
all day in the dark--
no time to say goodbye.
It's all in front of you.
And the big open sky on the highway.
Is just a reflection.
Of our open minds, and hearts,
and hands:
Outstretched, receiving.
It's all in front of you.
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Empty Body
04:00
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Empty Body
When we first met,
You thought
that I was drowning in the ocean.
You swam out to save me.
I didn't want you to come.
If you look into these hazel eyes
You'll see
that something has changed inside.
My gaze remains unmoving,
even when my lips begin to tremble.
Do I deserve? Deserve these feelings?
Complete freedom? Empty body?
Empty body like water, or air.
Flow, flow into me.
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7. |
The Light
04:31
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The Light
Shut out the noise
Shut out the suffering
Or weave through like I'm above it all
Look out into the distance over buildings
Where people and things can escape the shade
And live in the sun
Like a warm breakfast
Three of us standing
On the edge of the earth
Out of the darkness a white horse emerged
It was flying there like a fantasy
No one missed the light
There isn't time
To go over all these old memories
When I look out at the city where I live
At these trash covered streets
Nothing looks good
Nothing looks good from the state that I'm in
But love
Shut out the noise
Shut out the loud, loud noise
Or grace us with a kiss on the cheek
Exist now in the air around our shoulders
--ever a morning dew
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8. |
Dear Author
05:58
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dear author,
what have you written here and there?
words laid out upon my back
like scars
scars from growing
too fast
what is it that you
wish to show us?
painful cocktails
stirred with huge fingers
gems--guarded by clutter
socks, dirty dishes
nicotine, house of cards
wait wait, there now it's perfect
what is it that you want us to hear?
a two hands together bird call
a clear tone, awakening
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Miles Wick Austin, Texas
bass player singer who sometimes writes poetry and songs
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