Power to the night the skin of my skin
Power to the waves that endlessly drown
Power to the feeling of freedom
Lovely is the sun when dawn breaks
Lovely are the thoughts of breathing
Lovely is the breaking of a soul
Keep on trying keep on crying
Keep on trying keep on crying
Least we crash least we fall
Remember the beautiful
Standing at deaths door
With a gun in her grip
Remember the grass after rain
The floor emitting pain
Not everyone loses
But it feels like heaven to win
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I felt myself tremble when my heart started to speak
And little by little I knew something had changed
In the summer of 1903 the bold looks and racy smiles
I knew my lover when all the planets aligned
Sweet Major and minor divine where kisses
Taste of decadent cherry wine
And while the seasons continually change
I find my lover still stayed the same
We come together like honeybees
Living branches and cedar trees
And when sacred night harvests our flame bright
We harbour words that send our hearts a flight
Evergreen gardens where our fountain of love flows
Like waterfalls and the endless mastery of brilliant rainbows
The things I thought I use to know fall and fail they all let me go
The signs and song and words of the wise sound so bitter they cut as deep as knives
That love is so unattended day to day
The growing bud must be mended
I find love so sincerely refined
And with this statement I’ve lost clarity of the mind
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I feel like I’m holding on too tight
But every bone in my body
Is screaming at me push against the current
I’m fighting a war that doesn’t end
I’m crying human the unraveling begins
I’m crying human I’ll never understand such things
Helpless breaths push me forward
Tears of agony root themselves deeply
I crave the peace of the old raging in my soul
I crave the story I began at young
The wrath of time set hurdles before me
I’m screeching human seeking humanity
I crave healing I search for healing
I hold on to the plentiful ideals
Knowing I am not I have passed I have fallen
I grasp at the stolen moments of normalcy
The explosion worse than the collision
The hope defining the tragedy
Is the future a cloud away
And my present set in the soil
The past waves of treacherous seas
A new arena daily and agony greets me
I feel my grip loosen and breath return
I search for the shifting day promising dawn
Is this delusion or hope I press on
Is the given a guided territory
I rise with the sun and rest with the moon
I carry memories and dreams volatile
As sifted and shaken as the earth’s plates
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Intergalactic being
Who jumped into the Atlantic ring
Cover up the blooded stains
Celestial convergence born again
Of the seas when the waves break
Of the skies when clouds float away
Elixir of wonders I see you from the times
Wonder of wonders the meaning secular life
Sometimes as beautiful as the horizon
I want to be authentic, intentional
Free from the inscription of my memory
I want to cast the waves into the seas
Screaming and crying my song of sincerity
I love you so like the plants love the bees
I speak in harmony with you
I crawl out of my being I create I am free
I find myself moving in rhythmic ease with you
Canvas colliding with my shadow to create life
I treasure you like a piece of my own soul
You are the golden moon the brazen sun
Life I carry on living with breaths
No hollow no breaking but a birth divine
Born and unborn created yet existing
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All I really wanted was you
Your smile your skin on mine
Your frown your fingers so close to touch
I can feel you breathe and feel you bone for bone
Give me now before it’s too late
And our recording machine says our final goodbyes
All I really wanted was you
Tell me was it worth it
To wish and dream of you
While the world was watching us
Who was watching god
All I really wanted was you
When the records play too slow
And the starry night let’s you know
I’ve seen better days with my smiling
But cut the song and make a mess of me
Call love pain and I’ll be the mistress of misery
All I really wanted was you
Let me kiss you and crece your collar
Hold on to me lazily and I’ll sing about
My old life before you
And the memories I try to hide
All night all day I won’t let you slip away
You have a lot to say but you hate questions
And you love the sound of my mother laughter
All I really wanted was you
Tell me how due West always gets you silent
And my eastward sun lights up your smile
Carry on mariner before we run out of time
Because it can’t just be a dream by your side
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I’m a hundred years old when I breathe
I find comfort in the miniscule starlight calling me to rest
Evergreens, Oaks and Willows
I’m seven years old when I climb them all
A giant when I reach the top
Plane Jane and ordinary Jo
Tell me all the little things I need to know
Eden seemed like the perfect home
Cut down the trees and build a home
I’m seventeen and the world could never be louder
And the lonely screams silence
The ink on my skin
Is a mystery worth uncovering
Crash like the gypsies
Dance the endless rhythm of aging
Because I’m thirty and the world’s repeating
I’m just older to most with my flailing that use to
Mean jumping and my jumping that looks like
Flailing so the words are jumbled in a line of straight
The sheets are quiet
The sunsets are bleak
And we lay awake at night but don’t speak
I still find myself in your eyes
With every truth and the little lies
-v.
I roam the streets with my bottle of giggles
Roses in the air of night
I’m desperately searching for love again
Seven years in counting
Artists bore me
And singers make me sad
I need something to believe in
The rain comes softly
And I let it water the garden of my crown
I kiss the moon good night hoping
There in the middle of it all
The sun won’t find out
The night is for the sacred and secret
When did the hollows swallow me alive
I’m spinning dreadfully in the universe
And my car is somewhere on Mars
I use to cry at the thought of dying
The most romantic parting of our time
In the morning I’ll wish for the sun or a saviour
In the evening another bottle of roses and giggles
I’m wishing for chaos theory to hold me
But here you are flying in like an archer
Destined to give me a fatal kiss
Thanking the fate of all the forces
That sent me tumbling through this city
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I caught you writing in my journal
You told me it reminded you of home
Where everyone wrote letters
Instead of making calls
I remember you telling me that
They kept your drawings on the wall
The first time you camped with me
I saw Orion’s Belt and felt serenity
The poison ivy didn’t hurt as much
When you circled it with your touch
I love the finger paintings we made
In the garden where we laid
Dreaming of splashing in the watermarks
Of our words in the brilliant lights
In the unfiltered and uncovered darks
But fires burnt down our home
And house for house we had nowhere to go
The stars turned to shadows of what was
And the years nearly turned us to dust
We cry and we weep till we fall asleep
The man said we sow what we reap
Timing was right when we turned on the lights
And men made of man laid out his hand
So swift was the tide when the boat capsized
Crawling back from the shore
I felt my heart beat and rage for more
There you are my saint with the beauty of Venus
Holy beloved with eyes dancing in love
-v.
Sometimes I feel big and brave
Like the ocean waves
Crashing and flowing
Then I feel as small as a grain of sand
I’m worried about sons and daughters
The ones who have laid the earth since birth
They call me back every chance they have
Like the lake falls into the waters
We are our father’s daughters
Like the sun brings us to our knees
We watch the sons listen to our pleas
Sharing looks into our kaleidoscope future
And the magnifying glass of the present
Never doubting the telescope image of the past
Palm trees that’ll never fade away
I asked innocently for you to stay
I look to the future now I ride the waves
-v.
I saw you at the fish market
A real Mona Lisa
Are you the same after the divorce
I heard the scandals from night too
Will nature truly take it’s dated cause
You only swim upstream
Why do you look at the fish like that
Why do you look crossly at your plate
You don’t need to eat the whole of it
They say eat as much as you want to
And then the leftover is art
But with your ocean waves you try to hide your face not as tough as you paint yourself to be
You’re the walking portrait of what I thought
A marriage half-baked was suppose to see
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