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To Completion
04:09
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To the contender: primed to take on the best. Who found his true fight, as patron of the nest. May you achieve; spoils greater than victory, unknown to forfeit. It won’t be long, so may you be strong in the face of defeat, when questions cease.
To the rider: heavy hearted with metered hand. Who crossed the desert, to flee the dictate of demand. And may you unleash; havoc to bless our misery. It won’t be long, so may you be strong in the face of defeat, until questions cease.
To the listener: awoken by what lies between. Whose arms grow weary, holding tongue so serine. That it might bequeath; all that lies beneath, beyond language. And it is time! So may you be kind and may they take heed, when the listener speaks.
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Maytham Manor
03:04
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Brothers divided, back-to-back against the wall. Harmonies blighted, by the urge to rule them all.
There’s no room, in this tomb, for conspicuous judgment. Gnosticized, by the best of times as the passed repent.
When all the ghosts are singing: “I want to live for ages nigh.”
These halls are haunted. Fact-is-fact and spirits dwell. Voyeurs taunted, by tones struck to compel. These bricks, won’t fix, apparitions of mistrust. Exorcized by the worst of times, mingled valueless.
When all the ghosts are singing; “I want to live for ages nigh.”
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Let Your Darkness Shine
03:42
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Cake In The Wings
06:47
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Broken glass under bare feet, your first kiss on the cheek. Ringing ears pierced by snare, proud parents smile and stare. Malnourished waists in beer soaked jeans, Sunday’s best grass-stained knees. Throats screamed raw, fists pumped in time. Ponies here take a ride.
Lit the range, battered remains, it was made to enjoy. You deserve such a sweet reward, such restraint must be hard. Roles are defined as sugars refined. An ocean of icing still can’t tide. Hang up your coat, kick off your shoes, we’ve saved a place for you.
Blindfolded wielding stick, gotta take a piss. Balloons and favors fill the sky, sweat-stung sunken-eyes. Behind the tree, tag you’re it. Cough, clap, cheer, spit. Birthday boy center stage, sing along, insert the name.
Lights are out. Candles lit. Close your eyes and make a wish. A plastic fork. A paper plate. Have a seat and eat your cake.
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Remember when Legends were mortal men? Heralds of such nascent times; committed to such heinous crimes, imbued by revelation. Paths were paved and all their fingers spun melody to keep the wolves at bay. The serenade of all their fingers lit beacons to illuminate the way. Then the bold shook hands with pride. Irons were worn as wax inscribed. Now all that’s left to point the way are shattered fingers.
Remember when the meek were more than men? Marvels of complacent times; liaisons to such ancient chimes, imbued by preservation. Paths reclaimed and all their fingers tickled beasts who far too dormant lay. Minds on their blades for all their fingers could suddenly be called on to slay. Then the bold shook hands with pride. Irons were worn as wax inscribed. Now all that’s left to point the way are shattered fingers.
This is when paths decimate. Will all our fingers stay uncrossed long enough to brace the humble trace of all our fingers grasping forms forbearance laid to waste? And will the bold shake hands with pride? Iron adorn as wax inscribed and will all that’s left to point the way be shattered fingers?
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No need to calculate
The staunchest vision endures all weight.
No need to measure up
When rulers bend to aid crooked alum.
In matters of chance
Luck will challenge fate to the last dance.
In matters of sport
The fleetest hustle will conform
To the shame of numbers.
In matters of taste
Acquired tones ring truest unembraced.
In matters of skill
Instruments won’t cure a broken will.
No need to hesitate
Brittle points, only break.
No need to qualify
I wouldn’t submit, if I couldn’t defy
The shame of numbers.
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Distant eyes meet in passing silence
Almost planet size
They glisten patiently
For All that could have been
Or has yet to become
Can’t provide
If the dream’s not done.
Suddenly we woke
To glimpse infinity
Eclipse the boundless depths between
Shore and sky
As we carry on.
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Clandestiny
05:36
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It’s been cold but scarcely aloof. It’s been bleak in the interest of truth and it’s been bare but there’s substance to spare for those who know where to seek. It’s been late but we all did acquaint. It’s been old but we all can relate and it’s been blown but what’s here is our own and the less that it’s known is the more you have to hold.
So let’s keep this between you and me. Cause I got a feelin’, if the others could see, something of such purity, they wouldn’t rest, til they’ve done their best, to rip every hole tear every seam, till there’s nothing left worth mentioning. So let’s keep this between you and me, and fulfill our clandestiney.
It’s been kind just to raise the cost. It’s been dear just to savor the loss and it’s been fair for just moments and flairs as the gales reappear. All that’s fresh, not tied down will be shot. All that’s new not sheltered will rot and what assails will be crushed in the hails if not veiled from wrathful view.
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