Sean left his banjo at my house...

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New song.  :) Let me know what you think!

Album partially inspired by me...? It's true!

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I collabed with this guy over www.soundcloud.com .  "Pieces" became the title track, of his album which is available here for download.  YAY!
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DUST

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Living in your world I learned to use

both my hands all the time for everything

Waking in your world I open

all three eyes for the whole day and most of the night

and if my body don’t react to the poison

it’s cause I was born here, so deep in it

with dust falling like snow everywhere in sight

outside on the landscape

inside the buildings

I am Dust

and my talk walks me

and so it is so

holy white light on everything

when no one is watching

and yet we wake

and with the slightest decrease in light

we have color

and in the absence of all light

lives darkness

something in us knows, space included

we are all of it, space included

I want to stay close like this forever

but only if you knew what it meant

Something in us knows

You too are astral

You too are Dust

past present future Dust

dividing yourself from itself

picking fights with lost parts of your old self

and multiplying your self until solved

Luckily we are capable of controlling the physical

with our spiritual strength

­otherwise this would be a death sentence

If only our skills are applied and rightfully aligned with a purpose,

Our Purpose

You will know it when you see it

You will know it when it greets you,

Your Purpose

and you may swear you are dreaming

to never be bored again

You may confuse its voice with your own

or you may recognize it as your ancestor’s

or you may assume it is your son or daughter’s

come from the future to keep you in line

You will feel you have no choice

but to be yourself and let go the rest

You too are Dust and your talk walks you

So Be It

You too manifest destiny in your every motion

and the love you desire is an endless ocean

it is in the Heart

it is in the Mind

it is the Spirit

a voice says, “Be a good person; Change.”

and you hear it

in your body seeking truer health

and you know exactly what it means!

Make peace with your ancestors

Clean up this place

There’s so much clinging to us

we don’t need anymore

We become part of the problems if we don’t make

any efforts to solve them

Weather permitting the illegal feeling of “I deserve this”

I deserve this, whether I cling to it or resist

certainty is a feeling between the lines

left unsaid

This is afternoon, chewing ginger root

we grow hungry as we watch the storms sweep in

from the sea and over the land like sneezes

We wonder what work can be done here and we listen

and we wait

This is Dust

adjusting to constant change

This is the story of surrender left untold

When you accept your purpose

the ancestors will take care of you.

times

trust builds naturally when hurt does not occur inevitably
humans exceed their potential and become more than selfish animals
our spirits show their existence and shine through our measly flesh

at these times, we share human experience with relevance


blessed gifts even in darkness i see now as matters of kind light
not just the kind that helps you see but the kind that guides you to safety
the kind that you don't even notice you leave behind
because in their presence, you yourself transform

real life, real world

Real world
enjoys the deep red (Hitchcock Block)
sees a friend below the balcony and begs to not be seen in return
"Please just keep on walking..."
Real life
observes slowly
laughs to self
writes it all down
Real life backs down,
shoots and kills the old stubborn horse
and then feels guilty for having rode it for so long

Real life loses
the argument
apologizes later
feels weak
smiles at unattractive strangers
won't look the cute ones in the eye

Real world steals
poems from paintings
starves artists and writers
murders real musicians
wakes me up, crying
with no explanation

Real air
poisons food
chokes newborn lungs
cuts the sunset short
(Real air is dust)

Real world
turns on corruption
pulls lovers apart

If you ask me where I'm from
I won't say here
And if you ask me where I live
I won't say here
I am from Somewhere Else
I came here to work and to die
Real world eats me alive
my innocence and emotions
in this society are nothing
my tears run dry and nothing
soothes my big ideas
Listening to me won't get you far here
in a world where poets have adapted
to a language subliminal in order to hold an audience
No one recognizes all we do
and it doesn't matter
Real life, Real world has no room
for Real credit

Maybe I will paint it for you
in oil or in acrylic
a croud of empty pockets jerking off to their own nondescript voices

Where is my Black Sparrow hiding?

And so we conclude the real world is too full of shit
to be bothered
to pay the minstrels and musicians
to publish poetry that matters
to protect the farms that feed us
the world we know has no room
nor time for quality right now

And so it is the hearts
of individuals
I am after
One by one I will pierce them with my broken arrows
and repeat as needed
Free of charge, I gift a piece of my curse
each time
free

oh but i will

live the dream
i won't tell
i will do it just the same
be with you, my lover
dance under my skin
glow from the inside out
others will have guesses they can't believe
we will wake up
in love
and go to bed
in love always
write love poems
in between love songs
in between the rest
oh but i will
live the dream
manifest destiny
take care of us
stay close (this close)
to perfection always
one step from heaven
i can smell it
i can see it
you and i, the dream
our life

simple

it gets more simple all the time
(like this)
under pressure
passes time
keeping busy
goals in line with my desires
under bright lights
passing time with blinking eyes
commitments in sync with my liberties
i feel free and am entirely devoted (to you)

so it is true
i have never been so happy
guess i never even knew
happiness was possible
all i needed was you
it gets more simple all the time
(like this)
the ghost that was once inside is free
is free and flying
i just thank (every morning every night)
i just pray (every breath every step)
that i have you
that i keep you
that i never lose you

all the time
all i need is your love
the rest falls into place with grace
and all apart comes together
i can't tell you everytime
just know
all the time, you effect me
you are changing me

as i pass the time with minimal tears
i wait to see you again
i keep myself busy
i keep my self stuck on you
giving all the energy i can project
into protecting our future
and being One with You
wholly and forever

span me

years

span me the distance between

our separation and our future children

i want our love to span lifetimes

caught all here at once stretching

the circumference of the earth

and all the years in between

what year is it?

how old are we now?

where are we?

when will we get home?

every day

better than the last

just have to remember

the is no such thing as starting over

there is only now anyway

there are no blank pages

and usually no one's taking pictures

Making Peace

Making peace with my ancestors

means following my heart

means accepting my calling

means letting the spirit guide me

This is how I surmount mountains of challenges

set before like chutes and ladders, this is how

I stop my own conflicts

All around me

I still hear you arguing

with each other, with your ghosts

I have stopped fighting

you, our universe

I will find happiness

in peace, not conflict

It only makes sense

In The Graveyard

::: Walking around in the graveyard I think of you and the ways you used to touch me  so certain with your fingertips you'd trace my curves  so perfect and then just graze my heart with your lips You would tell me I love you and please don't be afraid fit your heart inside mineI wanted you to hold me forever I wanted us to never die I study the tricolored moss on the headstones  and think of you and I undressing the way the candles flickered  more intensely the more we moved the hotter it got I remember shouting This is how I want to die because there was nothing else I enjoyed more nothing else I enjoyed at all nothing

for the first time in a long time

i am alone

for a moment there

fleeting, i felt your touch

now i can't sleep

because you are gone

i can't feel your arms around me

i can't smell you at all

i try to find your scent in dirty clothes or small scraps you once gave me

i smell nothing

i call you and you don't answer

i can't even leave a message

you are gone

from me 

from us

i am also somewhere else

alone

 

The Ghost

The Ghost is

my best friend

all the darkness in the world

pushed up into a wall around you

then caving in on you

consuming you and taking you

it is all the fear in the world

You know it so well

and pretend not to recognize

Your friend, The Ghost

is waiting impatiently inside me

You don't know me at all

You pretend to show me

your haven for fears

like I will scare away

up inside your open ribcage

for shelter

Oh no, I don't think you understand

I can't get close to you

I am taken by him

and his wounds

I cannot heal

They will eat me alive

once they see

I am weak

All this people watching gets me nowhere

Still can't find a reason for all this flesh

between us and out fate

It is all the fear in the world

It is all the beauty

you have ever known

you may never see

tied up inside your self

waiting to be seen

...