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Matisyahu
Album
No place to be
Track
Message in a bottle

embrocation


could it be
what I needed was some simple

embrocation

this hurt settled in me for so long

suffocation

worked it's way through me

infestation

but with sweet serendipity you helped me

liberation


Author's Note: :)

Currently Playing
Howard Shore
Album
Lord of t he Rings: The Two Towers
Track
Evenstar

bucolic


I watched the birds fly in the sun
and the light hit the trees

in the morning

I watched the birds in the sun
and the light hit the trees

simply put

this morning went up
and my mind raced towards you
thank you for simply loving me
my life an equality
a bucolic man I be
decidedly following you


Authors Note
bucolic \byoo-KOL-ik\, adjective:
1. Relating to or typical of the countryside or its people; rustic.
2. Of or pertaining to the life and occupation of a shepherd; pastoral.

noun:
1. A pastoral poem, depicting rural affairs, and the life, manners, and occupation of shepherds.
2. A country person.

yesterday?

if one thinks about it
a realization comes that
you truly cannot live in yesterday
all your past sins are twenty four away

wallowing with solitude
no time machine to bring back the foray
freedom it seems
had its period in which it would stay
but unless you see
what stands in your way
looking down at what once was
above
what is
simply put
today

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Coldplay
Album
A Rush Of Blood to the Head
Track
Clocks

you were beautiful


the problem with sin
err
wrongheadedness and the like
is we get exactly what we want
to that I say this
to that I say goodbye
so long my love
my latter my beautiful mistake
my gorgeous desire with eyes of fire

I'll simply walk away this time
not turning back the clock of time
I'm just walking on the opposing lane
releasing all the misology that weighed me down
releasing all the lovely that weighed me down
no longer a being
weighed down

today I say goodbye to you
goodbye to you my hunchbacked liar
farewell to thee my beautiful desire

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Nirvana
Album
Nevermind
Track
Something In The Way


nis

because of this
there will always be
something I won't see
a bit that I can't touch
a serene I'll try but will not smell

a path I'll walk
but wont feel
a sense I'll know
but cannot perceive
the might by which I try
but can't kill

we see through the world partially
vacantly
and with poor clarity
but knowing you reminds us all
of a flighty memory


Author's Note: Nirvana said it best - there is "something in the way"

adora

what a swift and sure
donation to madness this be
to guard one's inner being
kept pure
in adoration of thee

little flame

little flame little flame
discussed into a darkened room
destined to be a roaring lion
but taunted by the cold
and emptied by deceit

little flame destined for greatness
yet tasting agony
and dealing now with a heart grown weak


little flame in a darkened room called enemy
four walls sounding the trumpets
claiming victory
claiming defeat

little flame in a last effort
catches a blazing fire
burning everything headstrong
ending the opaque nightfall
and winning with heat

overcoming what once looked ugly
that thing which made all bleak

little flame did hope for
little flame ran with heat
little flame believed in a fire greater
a warmth along which and partnered with
now strong enough to oppose those who gave him beat

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the Benjamin Gate
Album
Untitled
Track
Hands


a poem for the saints


on my bed I lied
then a thought came to me
one I'd like to give a saint and sinner
both of whom which are beloved to me

it was in that moment I felt sadness
this sharp knife sedated me
took me to a place of consequence
sadness it seemed overtook me


then I had a still moment
yes like I said a thought came to me

beloved I was thinkin'
that perhaps it wasn't as we all see
decidedly undecided
the revelation did then shook me

the fact is the reality isn't depression
or a faulty fight which leads to the unstirdy nature of we
maybe it is sin's progression
taking hold of all we want to see

maybe it wasn't at all my sadness
but the chains of the first fallen tree
making me thirst for an earth not yet complicated
any eye seen
nor ear hear
not anything since that came in to be

maybe we are feeling the earth itself in conflict
till shiloh right will be wrong
till shiloh
the right transformed free

Author's Note: Isaiah 64:6 (Contemporary English Version)
Contemporary English Version (CEV)

6We are unfit to worship you;

each of our good deeds

is merely a filthy rag.

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Ottmar Liebert
Album
One Guitar
Track
Butterflies



the atheist artist


and so
the atheist artist said to me
have your eyes seen what I almost did see
the beauty of the earth nearly touching me
the heart of the matter painted so free
my abstract oils breathing filtered air in me
what a sunset it was
arms folded looking at the sea

I painted it
so don't laugh
I'll finish it just as something makes my vision free

did you see it
a painted child nearly being loved unconditionally
the beauty of the moon partially unfettered and free
an unrestrained love depicted instantly
a waterfall giving more than an ocean's view for many to see
the world could quite possibly take on a greater picture to me

but alas
the greater has no true meaning to me
I'm an atheist painter
no sharp edged corner shall shape the soul
or take whats conceived free

the world completely my own definition
everything that is
my existence
completely created by me