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The Angelus
20:20
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Upon dreaming: Red ribbons
Tea stains on the counter
A secret drawer waiting
For my new encounter
But somebody lives there
And they do not know me
From Turkey or Poland
I cannot remember
And Oisín is taken
By the gold woven wonder
Everyman is taken by the cloths woven in heaven
And the reddleman, conflicted, is still missing Moses
But with the body lethargic
A streak of dead grey comes
“Thats Ailsa Craig ravished”
Eyes close by gallowglass
Vision: Outer Hebrides
What does that even try to be?
That takes me down pebbles
Still, perched on the hidden side
That leads to the garden
The buzz laden rostrum
You’re there oh you’re there
And that’s where you’re forever
And its ‘ternoon, oh ‘ternoon
Its ‘ternoon forever
The Angelus resounded
The Angelus just passed
The man and the echo
With his hand on the cold rock
A butterfly perches
Oh I know who that is
The Angelus
The Angelus
The Angelus
Upon thinking and hearing:
Pittering on the pebbles
We looked at each other
In red trepidation
Oh yes it was still, you
Still, perched on the hidden side
“Ah yes, and then, do you know?
That I did hear it sing...
...eight times did I hear Him,
move His divine pinion”
And He did use His wings
To flurry a shadow
As we say so sweetly
That “You carry a word”,
Though it stood, He did so
Setting for the first word:
It was the turn of sun,
The one true line was blurred
He went on mentioning
That He had heard a bid of woefulness
For you had seen Him and
He was self aware
He knew about what He
Was well known then to bare
He fluttered off shyly,
But was hourly replaced
By others with their words
Their words were like numb hits
You ask me, quite real,
And its then, that I notice,
The look that was slashing
“What was that? Do you know?
oh please say, or leave here”
The first word: “I love you,
keep vigil with me tonight”.
A word
The word
The word…
*I have come to believe so many strange things because of experience, that I see little reason to doubt the truth of many things that are beyond my experience.
He
I
Ten words, to the ardent buttress
Borne, wrapped, caul
I am with you
Of no avail untold, unmarried
Ten birds to mention, with no malady, my aria
I am with you
Are as grist to the mill to
Our lady’s fervent features
I am with you
May the speckled shackles fall
From the hue of those days, withal
I am with you
You are not, still, frozen music
You have not, hit that age
I am with you.
Quaint relics, in-handed marble, is not the ave.
The ground’s as sure as stone.
An air of pulsing parchment, little girl
The jars hang full of questions, little girl.
Under-vining, these rattling skies, is not the ave.
The cradle, Sunday skin.
These key things maybe present, little girl
The tune is of your essence, little girl.
If human-sung candescence, is not the ave.
In all it’s maple clouted heart halls.
There’s enough ways through it, little girl
There are many chambers to it, little girl.
Six days inside a mirror, is not the ave.
A dilation flame.
RE:M-embers in veiled reflections, little girl
You’ll revel in yourself soon now, little girl.
This warren of green curtains, is not the ave.
In an Athean shroud.
The darkened path revealed, little girl
In relived absolutions, little girl
Lace threads clear entwist, little girl
You love that colour, don’t you, little girl
An Esker span beneath, little girl
Within hills of holy streams, little girl
Flawed rhymes in elevens, little girl
Be mindful of the chances, little girl
Know that I am with you, little girl.
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2. |
Comfortable Hunger
03:43
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Hear the sound of the slow engraving
Ask your girl for your shadowed bravery
The hungry fellow and the look in his eyes
Oh, if you’d asked me any other time, I would do it
But, I keep it down
The smell of friends breath on your door step
And the ash underneath your broken fingernails
Scrap the people in your mind
And bring your fears to me
Ah, keep it down
Feel the woody nature of this new morning
Take your hand and hide you away
Yesterday would’ve been the one
Where I would see clearly from now on
But, I keep it down
The limelight looks in this comfortable hunger
A mere response fire in the emerald evening
Sometimes I see the shinings of content
Oh the now dim flickerings I’m gonna have
Ah, keep it down.
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3. |
First Silver Dollar
01:10
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4. |
Vinegar
10:51
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Know these are not my legs
I am not the one to use them
Proving a mistrust in communication
Soothing, this distrust in communication.
Reading, fell asleep ‘neath
A quarreling curtain of lace. Vision Divine.
Black and white printed (leaves)
On the side of your face, like vinegar to vine.
Looking back at me, frolic young love!
Askance a lantern wasp does glister
Just ask anyone for sorrow
Stands on the cusp of your gallowing gasper
Like on athwart, think, from the peck
In someone, direction
A light fly glisters
Lands gentle, the smoke stick
Let the eyes drift off in soft rays slow blur
Approaching the city, like the curved face of a flower smelling crone.
Vessels, shelves, floats, echoes selves
Shells, waterlogged wings, triggered personels
Ortolan-Armagnac-Vinegar: pilfer, see, let us fast
Enbitterned breed draffs and kens a looking-glass.
Looking to me, frolic young love!
It is tessellations in neon, for the ones
The last den
A grant, a cede of scintillesense
Fancied for a fecund flash touchstone
To the human face for joy
For joy, the sex motif
The light bug light blisters
Set upon the odd illumination in to his heart
A cigarette mating pattern in the kitchen.
A playhouse, built, two thoughts prance
Remember you, young spree
In and around the pits of a glance
Alone in the snow, two translucent beads .
Omitted trinkets: On your ledge!
(Tipples to cistern: Delivery)
Bestowed by said glow fly
Endowed by this lantern bug
In the brume, suggestion sparks
Missing angelshaped rosarians,
Rose shaped gaps rose from the gaps in the road
Up to the bluelime highrise piercing the wind.
And I thought of the time that I touched your outline.
A band of denizens, marring
A kind of retrograde - let you crack this case
Sooth suffering noth guth buoybing trine mothering.
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5. |
Tender Boats
05:29
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Tender boats drift in and out
The left hand side of fathers mouth
The right sides where I sit, the south
And I see you kiss yourself to sleep, on both sides.
Marina sings her same old song
Passing over little golden drinks
And mothers sheets are hanging low
There’s a seldom sense or thought of you.
Oh, it’s a thin ol' moon
And the ropes they seem to rise and click
On a sea that somehow speaks to you
Better than your current company
In an air that likes to balance that
As it whips the side of your quivering jawline.
The vaults above hold chains, with words
That never moved but now they swing
Aggressively and drip with lust
And hold you up, with reflections of the way that you were, as a fine young thing.
Where you take your slumber
Is where I'll meet you at the end
Underneath your golden arc
Or seeking favors from a friend.
Whistling in the attic
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6. |
No Blocks
02:43
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With the structure undetermined and the human glow is headward
Passed the line blear or hereafter, the sand-waters stria bedim
Veil derma area beclear, when the human glow is headwise
Third purse logos locus waning, loss tar in unmined believings.
No angest more less deeper, surrounding deep nonreal jamais
Inspontaneous intrusions, through the drift on charnel house street
And the redbath wrist sluices, is still not a dream threat to you
Ignoring avoid no blockings, like the dolly zoom was sideways.
Felt like swampy dao, you in this weedy weedy dao
Like the floating world in pictures, of fragmented cement mic mac
That chose flight upon the numbers, I attributed the wrong words
To appropriate connections, but now there is no need for the labels,
No Blocks.
Clap cup slitsch sununder, like the faceless bear Sans Souci
Face splotsch I have left conundrum, in my enigmatic refuge
The uncanny feeling faceness, now look up drip and the mirror
Is confirming yourself to you.
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7. |
Beside Myself
03:43
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Laughing with you,
Smelling Perfume,
Myself that I'm beside,
Sitting with you.
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8. |
Covet
04:49
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9. |
Pass by, Fixerman
11:59
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Potholes sunken into this crooked ground
Cause the wagon of this holy man
To slowly rattle with tremoring echo
And shake the walls, hear his recently found hanging jars
I awoke in a spectacular rain of glassy song
That fell down into my slumbering ears
This ring comes slowly, it’s never a shock
It sometimes will take years
The long blades of grass that stand with pride
Through the gravel scrape the underside of his now teetering ride
Sending a leafy aroma, forewarning, to my now dewy eyes
The chewed on pebbles, they crackle under the tolling guise
The boomering moon throwing light on them as they spit around
But the escort’s not there, it’s not real
The foot fodder of my mind
-That’s just a part of getting by.
It flashes around you for a while, in a slow approach
Ah Fixerman, stay home, make it a slow approach
“I ripped your dress today
I killed the kids, hold on to your blissful innocence”
I woke
I woke my mother
I woke my father
I woke my father’s mother
With this song.
You said you had a pain that brewed.
"These things take a while sometimes
Hold yourself by what you know to be true
I can see the light in your eyes
You're special, though people don’t let you know
They’ll listen when your beautiful notions show
You shouldn’t ponder mislaid love
Your eyes they seem to ask me why”
-That’s just a part of getting by.
Your screaming black hair
My two year old impression
Another rattle
Your sunny disposition
My six year old feet
In the wind
Another wanderer
Your distance from me
My will to understand you
And your subtle ways
Your caring voice
Another jar
Your closeness to me
My lack of caring
Oh my older youth
The flaw of me today
I will miss you
Another ring
Your growling sentiment
Your chair in our house
Your hats a hanging
You weren’t a red man
Your cattle mooing
Grass is growing all around you
Another crackle
Your softer sentiment
Your distance from me
The sweets in your car
Your unthreatening ways
Your distance from me
The confusion with your name
I can relate to
Another scrape
Your perfect penmanship
Your care for my love
My distance from you
Your letters I never read
Your drawings upon drawings
Better than my songs
Your compassionate ways
Stronger than I am
Another bump in the road
The warmth you bring me
My talent to do no wrong
Your crossword puzzles
My six year answers
Your path to the garden
which has since then shown me
To be more gentle
To be more graceful
To be more caring
Oh my soul
The fate of the folks we know
Our longing to know them
The fate of the unknown folks
Our longing to know them
Our longing to know them
Our distance from them
Our longing to know them
Our distance from them
Forever tolling
Forever tolling
Forever tolling
Potholes sunken into this crooked ground
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10. |
Wine (Roud #20096)
01:29
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11. |
The Nature of this Town
01:46
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The night comes in pieces
The day it knows no bounds
My baby sleeps in silence
The nature of this town
The crows and the buzzards
They fly around and 'round
The children know no other
The nature of this town.
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