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Bloom
06:07
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morning sun out of hiding
light floats in a wave of stirring
the rains gone
reaching
silent hours waiting evanescent
to come alive
ember shade
climbing up the garden wall
her dress is yellow
and trimmed in words
she almost said but never said
bloom
it's time to bloom
don't fear
every kiss a promise
I know,
I know, Sunshine
Sunshine, I know;
I know I know nothing.
don't fear fearing
every kiss says "listen"
every kiss says
it's time to bloom
\ra. may 2011
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3. |
Once Were Trees
05:15
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stepped from the doorway
the traffic moving one-way
rainy stones and bicycles
and a statue every corner
when i returned there
the place looked familiar
but that was twenty years ago
and i didn't see the end
i didn't see the end coming
where once were trees,
more than friends
easy starting over
birds and cigarettes and trains another city,
crossing borders
on a lark we thought would never end
now she's in the flowers underground, under the garden
in the flowers growing over under ground, under the garden
she's in the flowers growing over.
and if i could i'd take it all
have it changed and rearranged
were we better off being strays
living outside
living outside
where once were trees
where once were trees
and we didn't see the end coming
/ra. florence, april 2012
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4. |
Metropol
06:03
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5. |
A Portrait Of Amber
06:03
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i'll see you yesterday and miss you tomorrow
today falls in between
i remember you said
the book i left behind when you rolled it up in Notting Hill
for all i know it's sitting on your bookshelf still
on the cover in ley lines there's a portrait of amber
tracing the trees the color of bees
someone sees the need and leaves the key
now it's caught forever
trapped forever in the trees.
where are you running now in such a hurry
as though april would never come
i waited for you when you passed by me
and your castles made of paper
drawn on paper
i'll paint your picture the color of amber
ever after my portrait of amber
i"ll paint your picture, dear the color of amber
ever after
my portrait of amber
tracing the trees the color of bees
someone sees the deed and feels the need
...and she...
she never waited for me...
she never waited for me...
i'll paint your picture in tones of amber
ever after the color of amber
i'll paint your picture dear
in tones of amber
ever after
my portrait of amber
in the shadow of trees
a piece of me
a moment frozen
golden
in ley lines;
there's a portrait of amber
\ra.april, 2011
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6. |
Rhapsodia
02:03
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Out with the New, In with the Old
No-one comes here no more
Everything silent and cold
Out with the New, In with the Old........
pc/2011
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8. |
Autumn Sky
05:20
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a clouded sky,
racing
my winter coat to wear
pages tree colored ride the river's plume
a name i know
and all the same
i carried home a weary frame
carried home
to where i can breathe
i can breathe again
breathe it in
autumn's last rose
and the flocking migrant birds
no one knows
that haunt your dreams
how wild their cries follow
my weary thoughts to bear
racing through shadow
no enemy the air
pillars of stone will never hold
treetops tall
their limbs unfold
how loud the roar
and thoughts to bear
racing
the autumn sky
/ra. september, 2011(2nd draft)
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9. |
L'oiseau Hiroshima
06:07
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10. |
Poème
08:01
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back to life, i walked through the city, newly relit
there is some war damage, but the streets are clear
at the end of the block children play in rubble
where once were trees.
breath held, I enter my doorway
the rain wet on my coat,
pause for a moment.
then slowly, one by one, I climb the steps.
the key, warm in the palm of my hand
will unlock the door that holds my memories;
everything I once knew.
Do I turn the key in the lock, or do I walk away?
I turn the key...
And there I see, amidst the faint yellow light
and drifting motes of dust
my whole life laid out before me;
the letters I wrote, the perfume I wore,
the place where I last held you
All those memories swirl around me like ghosts around the haunted one
Tears fill my eyes; such beauty was there
such love, such despair
I long for your arms to hold me, to hear your voice
But there are no embraces, no whispers
Only the sound of the clock crying in the shadows….
i go to the window
how strange to see the change in the world from here
how different it once was
so simple, amidst the wildest storm of our lives.
the sound of boots marching on the pavement no longer echoes
yet the cry of a child from the next room sounds the same
soft, her mothers voice quietly murmurs the love of life….
i feel tired, weak from the long walk
as darkness descends over my beautiful city
i light candles
one for you, one for me, and one for someone who never came back
the young beautiful faces full of dreams and desires
the broken lap of compassion;
I hope you are at peace.
and so i walk to the door
do i turn the key in the lock, or do i stay ?
I turn the key...
/pc\ra\ 31/5/13
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11. |
Tunique De Mort
06:13
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12. |
God Of The Blind
04:52
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don't walk away
there's no sense in crying
we saw the day break inside
stay behind
with little left to say
inside, alive
there's everything left to say
standing there
straight and shy
and taller than i imagined
how could i see so little
flee so much
the mission bells were bleeding sound
tales of waves and skies
roads and gypsy dresses
the velvet touch of the stars above
and the moon
as pale as shadow...
now i'm on my knees
praying to
offering up
so much more to see
down on my knees
praying to
the god of the blind
/ra. november, 2011(2nd draft)
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i'm dreaming the Odessa Steps
the heavy vessel drowning
no voice, no sign
no voice
no number
i'm shattered from the feeling
of broken anger
and bones bleached and knotted
the telegrapher tapping tapping
semaphore
a lie within a lie within a lie a lie
within a lie within a lie
toy soldiers of tin
a forgotten war he's in
the page that hid the dagger
black on white on red
what was written didn't matter
the chapter never said
the moving image;
dead and silent
and silent
is it dark enough now?
the greatest shadow
the quiet one that drowns the dawn parades
through sand and sky
through sand and sky
dreaming of Odessa
Odessa
the quiet one
that drowns the dawn parades
through sand and sky
dreaming of odessa
/pc & ra_2/2013
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14. |
Stealing From Eve
02:20
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an open sea
faded and wide
you surrender
surrender
one embrace beneath the waves
where all things right and all things true
are real
drifting and secret
you're a swimmer climbing God's arm
heaven's hand
is not to hold
/PC,RA, July, 2013
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