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Big Sky Rag
01:16
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Intimacy in Infinity
03:25
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'bove the creekbed, the gallow's boards are leanin
baby take a look, and see how low i am swinging
who on earth is left to call, held unfettered in the highlands?
your name is underneath my tongue
and your mercy is dealt in my hand
i delight in the words you share
the secret treasure hidden in darkness
like cotton resting on my skin
or the cyclic circle we find ourselves in
baby break my finger and kiss it
and tell me what my pain might elicit
the measure of intimacy in infinity
or a drop of water falling in the sea
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Allegiance
03:28
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at length, words shared
find only an echo on the
credulous heart of a lover
along the ecliptic plane
she knows not what
i hold in store for her
strategizing in compliance with
a nature exposed
fallen in front of the sculpture
i'm dispelled and i'm discontented
where the logs and teepees burned
a stairway now rests
that humbles a viewer in allegiance
with his despair
i'm up late tonight
helping sissyphus push his boulder
they ask us where
do we find god and we point to our hearts
making love to this fear i host
even acceptance can't avert your ghost
gazing over the edge
the precipice disstented
tell me who holds experience
beyond the starry gate?
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Our Sea of Salt
03:49
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[on Jupiter]
I saw your scars from behind
Taken and confined
Your heart in my hands feels like fraud
Just give me a life that’s pledged to God
Sarah, how could I have known it was you?
You said I didn’t hurt you
But I know what I did
Sarah, come hold me, I need you
So lucid as the sky is blue
All my life to sacrifice for you
But tonight I conflate mirrors with mirrors
Memories burn bright, nearer and nearer
Take me to the edge of the world
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5. |
Grasshopper Whispers
03:01
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across spirals of light
there is a portal
where the end of the rainbow
leads us to null
and i set my soul on fire
when the world turns away
but i hear your voice
calling out my name
under cloudless skies
and martian mystique
good and evil make love
as the mouth chooses to speak
and you walk along
with sand tween your toes
telling my everything
the great grasshopper knows
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Fresh Air
03:25
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the wind washes away
past imprints left in the sand
in the briskness and the breeze
i find and hold your hand
for who can deceive a man in love
after hearing the song of the turtle-dove
shouting your name out over the waves
to learn of all the things your love can save
then your sacred arrival comes
to breathe fresh air into my lungs
i find myself at the door again
knocking, to let it all sink in
just beyond, there's a bridge made of glass
the first step i take is asking the question
i was afraid to ask
but love I can cross the bridge
if you keep your eyes on me
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7. |
Dulcinea the UnSeen
05:43
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under a sky gray enough
to age this iron singing in the wind
dulcinea the unseen
could will wished words to rescind
in privacy when i watch
those blooms die in the distance
is it vivid in the plane
of timeless existence?
it is a simple song
playing between the lines
with hands moving along
the 3s, 7s, and the 9s
to see who's on the lam
--
carry triumph along
the long ladder of love
tears escaping when we're
chewing the cud
--
even around the base
the flames of love aspire
showered in jacaranda blossoms
and those icy bosoms
whom feel the secret fire
framed in front of the bougainvillea
know this to be true:
the blind see the sun and the moon
as twins in the skies
and she is under the camouflage
of a face i've yet to recognize
still i found the ladder to climb
in the runs of her black nylon stockings
that became my escape route
before the antelabbit comes a-knockin
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Near-Death
04:21
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in front of us, there's a clearing full of crosses
but no bodies hang from there
lady death kisses my cheek
to make a truce
then i know the empty spaces we see
are the futures we must bear
and fighting the crucified
is a labor of no use
now i cross the river near death
with something in the blue
montana, showing me the depth
that always comes back to you
on your way up
will you bring me along?
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9. |
Ripples (Live)
02:47
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feeling the fall of your voice
in ripples, I bend
heard the rosy door open
to creak, or to crack
crushing to the waves' beckon and cull
we're tied
but I know all my words
can never bring you back
baby it's such a shame isn't it
when the green begs to turn red
and eyes begin to glaze
over themselves
we forget the faces we've seen
in our friends
while everything melts
intoxicating
yet the only thing you find to say
with a seashell at your ear is
"I can only hear my own heartbeat"
it was in that moment, I knew
to claim victory, we must accept defeat
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Joe Molenaar San Diego, California
These are the memoirs of a synesthesiac.
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