1. |
Pierrot Waltz
04:20
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Fold your anger
up for later
and hold her again 'cause you can.
You don't understand,
hidden under your furls,
how fragile the glass girl can be.
Trade her
for a neighbor
if that's what you think that you want.
Find a new house to haunt.
You're a fool, breath abating,
impatiently waiting for--
Love is so easy,
love is so kind,
but you, you and I, no we don't get to think like her.
You are blinded by the whiteness that you wear.
Don a costume
'til she's lost you
and silently yield your despair
to the audience there.
Climb a crescent of blue,
Pierrot's as true as a smile.
Dreamer
(or deceiver),
your looks are grown heavy as stones.
When will you rest your bones?
Just a soft kiss or two
and you're dyed by her rubia--
Love is so easy,
love is so kind,
love is for you and me.
Love, you could be mine.
Life is a glimmering wave
leaving the sand.
Love is the reason.
Love me if you can...
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2. |
Fold
05:50
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Red leaves fall in the caterwaul
like a lifetime dreamt and lost.
Cold hands ball
into fists and crawl
into coats to flee the frost.
Autumn-walkers shiver off the their daydreamt desire,
shuffle into lamplight for a place by a fire,
grounded feet and quiet hearts, resignedly retire.
White winds wail
as a ship sets sail
on a screen five feet away.
A thunderous gale
should a hero fail
to protect in light of day.
Curling toes were comfort when legs would enfold.
She surveys a dashing, daring thing grown old--
his eyes once were filled with sun, now reflect the cold.
Isn’t there a fold in the dark to hide us
where Ticking Clock won’t show its face?
Isn’t there a bold word fallow inside us
to seed with furtive finger trace?
Grey thoughts hiss
from a dark abyss,
hushing cries of valiance.
Fates amiss
quell a fledgling kiss
on the banks of brilliance.
Oh, how glass is colorless, confining and stern.
Oh, how I long to slip away and not return.
The vibrancy you paint across my eyes seems eternally to burn.
Isn’t there a fold in the dark to hide us
and seal us from the static space?
Isn’t there a soft smirk waiting to guide us,
suspended, hidden in your face?
There are so many pale, vapid arms
under blankets with a cracked, coarse heart.
And what a needless wasting away,
pressing close, and falling apart.
I would go, if I could just start.
Isn’t there a fold in the earth to take this,
and press it gently into ash?
Distill the yellow, red, and blue from whiteness--
what once was burning now a flash.
And can’t there be a joyful ending somehow?
Remembrance played across a smile.
A question dancing in a crooked eyebrow--
What beauties next will us beguile?
For I have folded longing and love
like a note to its own dismay
and I have kept cool embers of passion
for longer than I can say.
I may be cruel, but I won’t be grey.
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3. |
Still Life
02:41
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Sunlight sprinkles flecks upon the wall,
sneaking in through holes in hanging sheet.
Now another night has disappeared--
gone like droplets floating in relentless summer heat.
Making yarn of everything at hand--
what a way to spin the world away.
Fragile as a promise on my lips,
desire sits and waits for every thing you’ll ever say.
Can we stay like this for a long time,
in the breathless blur of the dawn?
Tongue-tied barriers to verbal bliss foregone.
Age may cool the buzzing in the blood;
fray the edges of a memory.
Moments flee before they leave a mark.
Freeze this one before a calmer love envelops me.
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