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Go With It
04:37
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-Go With It-
for blameless love
and nimble knees
are privileges.
a single whole
the direction now
start pouring in.
we're exchanging paths
as we circulate
stop darting for cover you coward.
listen; the gentle moon
and the violent sun
tell important tales
of countless worlds
to be found
without cattle prods.
and my sorry soul
is wishing i
wasn't a sullen fool.
knowing what i know
what excuse have i
left to hide behind?
You, the origin
This dream of yours
Is mind into soft tissue.
I, the insect
With my modern tricks
Grab a piece of light.
The sigh finds its way
into everyday
And we forget so easily
But the amateurs are
seldom distracted.
I have thought about
getting out of here
Though not the way
the cowards go.
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2. |
Sirius Sea
02:26
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3. |
The Dirt
06:24
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-The Dirt-
I met that man the Abraham clans call "I am that I am" and I caught him
rifling through my letters and sketches and notebooks time and again
mumbling truly dark hymns of how we're covered in sin
and that he knows everything about everything.
no, i just cannot believe you're what you're claiming to be.
contradiction ridden and echoing human hierarchy.
Put that old face to the dirt, the universe is brimming with the proof.
Put that old faith in the dirt, the universe is brimming with the truth.
Your mind is a holy throne
and your body is your own
no need for the papal deceptions,
no need for the Mahdi, Mashiach.
we are all divine.
You're one with consciousness universal
though your body is earthly and fundamental
sentience is the river old
that flows through your life
and through every soul.
Understand the awakening eye,
wisdom reflecting the patterns we're made of.
understand our insubordinate minds,
we'll never live on our knees
My mind is my holy throne,
My body is my own,
sentience is that river old,
which flows through my life
and through every soul.
put my young face in the dirt, the universe is brimming with the proof.
put hardened face in the dirt, the universe is living breathing truth.
water sinks into the earth
earth sinks into you.
we sink into water, think now,
what sinks into earth?
and who are you?
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4. |
Color And Light
03:27
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-Color and Light- (an attempt to recreate a poem by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi)-
inside of Love, die.
take an axe to the prison wall.
escape. escape. escape. escape.
born to color and light,
do it now.
you're covered with light
born to color and light
do it now.
you're covered with light
slide, slide, die.
and be quiet.
escape. escape. escape. escape.
born to color and light.
you're covered with light.
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5. |
Roots Rumble
04:54
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-Roots Rumble-
liars at the edge of our den, golden thread at their feet
we're grabbing our fair share of modern spit and hatred, and grinding our teeth.
see this nation is soaked with our sweat but it smells much more like our defeat.
they broadcast, and often, "don't you think too much about the things you can't see."
for the liars are scheming and lies become truths when we're taught that they are.
capture whole generations. manipulative psychology, and it works.
and they believe whatever they please and they swear that they'll answer to no one.
but i wouldn't be so sure, we all answer some how, some day, some where it's gonna come
the liars want you believing whatever you shouldn't.
death dealers, don't be using whatever they're pushing
and until it comes, know that your mind is in your hands.
and when it comes, know that my hand is in your hand.
and when they're done, know this whole life is God's mind,
don't betray yourself.
our roots rumble the blood of life beneath our feet.
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6. |
Mid-day Walk/ Patterns
03:16
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7. |
A Full Moon, A Real Mood
03:45
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8. |
Grief (The Wolf)
03:49
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-Grief (The Wolf)-
The sharpest wolf, among the wolves,
the wolf in wolves' clothes.
a canine tongue, a thirst for blood,
and howling lungs make you weak
but dear moon, know I
would be mere lonely hide
if only I could last so long short your face
The wolf in wolves', the wolf in wolves
the wolf in wolves' clothes
my howling lungs, my thirst for blood
and my canine tongue speaking sweet
grief thief of my time
and I find meat on your bones
the forest watches as i make the same mistakes
grief thief of my time
and I find meat on your bones
the frozen pond frames your grand potential
grief thief of time,
find meat on bones
Our maker looks on so I kneel at her feet and I sing
Dear God on High, Mother Divine,
may I ask that I not tarnish the only love
the only love I have ever known short of your grace.
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9. |
New Orleans
02:00
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-New Orleans-
Well, you'll never get rid of me.
you'll never be free of me.
God make a tree of me,
with roots stretching underneath.
Under the greasy sea,
caressing New Orleans.
Is it only wealth you seek?
You're truly a filthy thing.
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10. |
Cubism
02:40
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