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The Inscore In Me
04:10
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There’s fog on the water, it is a veil to mask the bride
For the restless sky that blackens by night
Monterey waits there, hiding behind a winding road
As I grip the wheel so I don’t lose control
If my words were colored I’d want them to be read
But my green eyes copy them in black and white so I hide them
If my thoughts had words I’d want them to be said
But I can’t shy away from the perfect gray that is my mind
The highway is peaceful, it sounds like a photograph of time
Selected scenes from my sprinting mind
The roar of the water speaks of a conflict and deceit
And the tossing waves that wont allow me sleep
If my words were colored I’d want them to be read
But my green eyes copy them in black and white so I hide them
If my thoughts had letters I’d want them to be said
But I can’t shy away from the perfect gray that is my mind
Hold me together, hold me closer than I ever knew
Pull me together, I’m much closer to believing you
If Steinbeck were guiding, he would have pointed to the north
So I search this West to find the Inscore
Words are the way now, but I wanted nothing of the sort
As I sat in silence on a Prescott porch
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2. |
Through A Window
04:26
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At the rise of sun a meal is made
That it would sustain bodies during days
But the bodies take the meal with haste
Tongues would like to taste, sweet teeth cannot wait
So we stare out at winter cold
Through a window
If my son could shut his weary eyes
Surely I would smile on my sleeping child
The jealous bridesmaids standing in a line
Could not bear to smile on the beautiful bride
So we stare out at winter skies
But the snow has deceived our eyes
For opposite sides are blind
There’s stinging in all the white
Fear is the tie that binds
A chasing to all these lies
I fall for it every time
Please let me fall asleep
I’m tired of worrying
About what we could have been
I’ll be the western sky
And you be the sea and we
We’ll let our blues collide
I am the western sky
And you are the sea
And we have drawn a line
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3. |
Written On The Breeze
04:16
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I have cleared a space to put my summerfeet
But some seasons keep lingering
So run from the heat, but I find dry defeat
I get desperate for an autumn breeze
Or a jacket and some fallen leaves
Our homes will hold us, we miss what’s within us
It’s weird to see the mountain peaks
From the bench that sits on willow street
With the buildings beneath, and at night I can see
The blinking of a distant red
From the sign that lights the el cortez
The city’s my song, sleeping with the lights on
Try to find a change in time
These summer poems are written in the breeze
I admit it is clear that I have lost control
I believe that change would fill a hole
As if color in leaves is where I could find peace
I was desperate to pour out my dreams
In her kitchen sink on Halloween
But we stand in bare feet trying to fight the heat
Try to find a change in time
These autumn poems are written in the leaves
Since the night that I slept on London time
All my dreams have been in black and white
And my eyes have turned grey, and they shut when I say
There are mothers next to empty seats
There are sisters crying in their sleep
we’ve all been wondering where the ground beneath us went
to find a change in time
These winter poems are written on the sea
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We will visit landmarks for the first time and compare them to a postcard that we’ve all seen
We remember
We will follow leaders as if our lives were a template drawn by people that we’ve all seen
We remember
We all head west
Cause we were told the west had more daylight left
We will visit landmarks and compare them to a postcard and we’ll say wait now, that is not how
We remember
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5. |
Settled Without Worry
04:22
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Wake me when the sun is not a secret
And all of its reflections speak in color
Collapse the letters, perhaps they’re better unknown
Convenience via industry is deceiving
We’re traveling far in seconds, but covering cars complexion
Protecting our investments
The luxury of salary is rewarding
Improving conditions, improving efficience
But all the corresponding course of reaction
And equal distraction is a burden
It’s a burden
We are blessed, we are cursed in our abundance
We are pressed to have worth in terms of tangibility
We are blessed to be settled without worry
We are cursed to forget we are in need
We are blessed, we are blessed upon our knees
The market will fluctuate with hopes to manipulate our need
The patterns of the sun remain concrete
Beauty is simple but we, we find favor in a mess of synthetics
We are hungry
Beauty is simple but we, we find favor in a mess of synthetics
We are worried
I heard that the economy is receding
The sun still warms my skin
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6. |
Admirers and Allies
04:14
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And when it comes it comes at once
And my eyes will not stay shut
For fear that I have never loved
In my steady lack of surprise and wide eyes
For admirers and allies
Ocean sky and iris
Brilliantly blinding, desperate and binding
And when I drive I fight a thought
That I should never stop
For open road will always be
The home where I am
Free from need of wide eyes
For admirers and allies
Ocean sky and iris
Brilliantly blinding, desperate and binding
I am but a telegraph
Dot dash dot dash
I cannot accent my syllables
Or smile with my eyes
I am but a photograph
Click flash click flash
I cannot talk with my hands
Or speak free for the life of me
And on a lonely night I’ll find
The reason I’m outside
Is not that I’ve never been loved
But that I’m terrified of opening my shy eyes
For admirers and allies
Ocean sky and blue eyes
I’m finally finding they’re beautifully binding
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The thunder stirred us from our beds at midnight
We ran with red eyes into the blue light
We scrambled through the mess of falling water
In soaking clothes we drove to watch the harbor
White blue light it flashed, it shook, it flickered
And turned the city into burning pictures
The children pulled their covers to their noses
Morning workers groaned with their eyes open
We chased the drifting flashes toward the ocean
And climbed on top of Sarah’s roof to watch them
We could not have kept ourselves that evening
From following what we can’t help believing
Darkness blinds us
Light informs us
Sound alarms us
Change excites us
Fear restricts us
Time defines us
Desire drives us
Something makes us move
We did not decide to open sleepy eyes
The thunder shook our bones
And pulled us from our homes
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