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One Coin
21:27
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I see so many fountains
But I have only one coin
To throw and then I’ll go.
The waters will ripple
But after a while
They will be still again.
Imagine that something so small
Could blot out a star
Yet never return what’s been lost to you:
What each tiny breath has been costing you so far.
My hand leaves a fingerprint
A tiny report:
No strength, no grace, no power.
But there is a second hand
That you cannot shake;
It will produce the hour.
And at the end of our dearest dreams,
We’re just a glass cannon symphony.
Yet never return what’s been lost to you
What each tiny breath has been costing you so far.
So far
The youthful mind and childlike eyes
View lofty heights and cloudless skies
The wings fly away so,
And leave the body on the ground.
The days I aim to walk alone
I tread on gravel paths and stone
And fall on my knees
And leave the body on the ground
A fallen pall bearer
A broken repairer
A drowning seafarer
A lost pathfinder
Silent organ grinder
Forgotten reminder
A burning firefighter
A gasless lamplighter
A tuneless songwriter
A cursing holy man
A vacant lifespan
A tardy brilliant plan
Arrived too late to be the voice of reason in your ear;
I fear that to be a voice at all is not enough.
And you may say, “Every day’s the same.”
Who’s to blame when the sunset’s casting shadows the same way?
In the wake of plagiaristic purposelessness for the sake
Of apprehension, I give up the day.
And you will state, “I can’t concentrate.”
Do you relate to the idol that complains about its fate?
My true love I regarded as the thing I never started.
My true love was always tomorrow.
The same mistake that mires you in paralysis is one
I’ve made, but the world that keeps on spinning will not wait.
There used to be a bright-eye kid
Master of the universe
But the toy aisles got smaller and smaller
No way to reverse
No way.
Never meant to sink this far
Never meant to slide so low
The impact changes
It rearranges
Everything we had
If I could have it back
If I could just have it all back
The tide yes will rise
The tide yes will fall
The tide will not hesitate
To swallow you whole
All that’s lost was found
Hold it in your hand
Let me hold your hand
The gutter stays on the ground,
The coin won’t have to.
The mess you made stays on the ground,
But you don’t have to.
My path is a drunken man’s prayer:
Rambling, unclear, but hopeful.
My place is a sober woman’s stare:
Weary, forbidding
But there and lost among the sound of a glass cannon symphony.
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2. |
Vita Brevis
02:34
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These are the days
Devoted to my favorite distractions
On and on
Each momentary interaction
A treasure to keep
A rest to my melody
The brightness must be heard
A song and dance to take the stage from me
These are the years
Slipping by just like the other days
It can’t slow down
Now there’s the smile that keeps me always
Afraid to blink
Scared to turn my head
I would be lost
Without the smaller hands to guide my own
Life presents us little time to hone
For by the time I have all of the answers
The questions are grown
And gone away to the same place I’ve known
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3. |
A Month of Sundays
05:38
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I saw balloons
Float above a church bell tower
Each one let fly
Into the bluest sky
As we all said goodbye
I see so many faces
Familiar friends to share a laugh
Kick off the shoes and raise a glass
Each morning a new chance
Of filling our time with life
Before it’s our time
But I haven’t seen you in a month of Sundays
Because I’m still here
And I cannot wait to laugh at the living with you
My friend
I thought of you
Sitting with me in my living room
The night wasn’t slow
It was time for you to go
How was I to know?
Each breath is a doorway
Each word a corridor to the future and furthermore
There’s one room that’s waiting
The view is magnificent
The welcome is warm
But I haven’t seen you in a month of Sundays
Because I’m not at the end
And I cannot wait to laugh at the living with you, my friend
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On Your Wedding Day
04:36
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Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
To witness time stop
And start all over again
With something new
Different eyes will see the same stars
Yet never cross ways
Even though we’re not astronomers
We’re watching two universes crashing together today
Even if you could never understand why
It’s safe to say
It’s plain as day
It never fails
It’s here among you
Love never fails
It spills right on you
On your wedding day
Dearly beloved, what we witness here:
Two faces, one coin
And today marks our privilege:
To watch it fall into the future’s fountain
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5. |
Glass Cannon Symphony
10:43
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Two hearts converge; an eruption ensues
Two heartbeats light the fuse
And one more heart is stirring
For a time yet unknown
The hands of the youth are the work of the aged.
The mundane and deific combine:
Creation engaged
In creation’s design
If the world stands here solid as stone
The deepest impressions endure.
It’s my hope, my prayer
Among the ancient canyon clefts
We’ll find yours.
They’ll be yours.
Fire away
Can the volley kiss the sun?
Even in the dark night
Will the shockwaves spread the daylight
When the dream is done?
Fire away
Make your one shot really matter
Is it more than a symbol?
Will the planet tremble
When you shatter?
You will only break apart
(At the end of this dear dream)
As we gather up the pieces
(You’ll reflect the brightest beam)
Every detonation
(Is from a fragile piece)
But each illumination
(Brightens in our hearts and will not cease)
The anthem of the last farewell
(Echoes on and on)
The chorus every moment swells
(As we join the evensong)
The voices growing fainter
(Are holding on and holding still)
And then at the last breath
The orchestra plays for you, and it will.
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In the season of the newborn day,
Chase the sweetest of your dreams away.
When the evening’s drawing toward an end,
Do not fear the hands of dying men.
Silent
Season
Leaves the impression
That all has been lost
Witness
Wonders
Ashes to ashes
And ashes to breath
Dearest
Dreamlike
Ageless redeemer
And you evermore
In the end your eyes will witness shadows
Go forth, knowing they are there because of the light.
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There’s a dream that never finds an end
There’s a path where all our roads converge
There’s a voice that will never cease to urge
Equanimity
When you enter this tranquility
Though I haven’t seen you
In a month of Sundays
Because I’m still here
And I cannot wait
To laugh at the living
With you
My friend
No I haven’t seen you
In a month of Sundays
Because I’m not at the end
And I cannot wait
To laugh with the living
With you
My friend
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