It trickles down, filters through the years
When they try to vanish your people
When they silence your language, strip away your culture, fence off the land you belong to, offer up your lives for their benefit, sever you from ancestors,
dislocate your past, loot your
It trickles down, filters through the years
When they try to vanish your people
When they silence your language, strip away your culture, fence off the land you belong to, offer up your lives for their benefit, sever you from ancestors,
dislocate your past, loot your
The face of a cliff
Unfurls beneath
Edging the rim of this
Precipice
Trying everything not to
Plunge
I know that slow descent too well
Slow slide down slippery slopes
Need to put the brakes on before the
Point of no return
Before the abyss engulfs
Before the inexorable pul
The face of a cliff
Unfurls beneath
Edging the rim of this
Precipice
Trying everything not to
Plunge
I know that slow descent too well
Slow slide down slippery slopes
Need to put the brakes on before the
Point of no return
Before the abyss engulfs
Before the inexorable pul
I walked in still
Anxious
Friendly face quells
The turmoil a touch
Brief instruction, we chose materials
Over under over under
You eventually hit on a rhythm
Fit into a flow, focus in
time skips
Forget your worries fade those troubles
Loosen some insecurities
I walked in still
Anxious
Friendly face quells
The turmoil a touch
Brief instruction, we chose materials
Over under over under
You eventually hit on a rhythm
Fit into a flow, focus in
time skips
Forget your worries fade those troubles
Loosen some insecurities
Maybe it doesn’t spark at first sight
Instead:
smolders
Embers barely flicker
But there’s fuel
A bit of heat
And if you let air flow through,
Flow over,
It can breathe
Grow
Perhaps flutter, flare, into flame
Sometime it might roar to
Life
Maybe it doesn’t spark at first sight
Instead:
smolders
Embers barely flicker
But there’s fuel
A bit of heat
And if you let air flow through,
Flow over,
It can breathe
Grow
Perhaps flutter, flare, into flame
Sometime it might roar to
Life
I think our brains are wired to
Find patterns
To tell stories
To place narratives on and make meaning
Out of the chaos of this reality
But
Sometimes you meet someone
(I hope this has happened to u too)
Sometimes u meet and there is
Connection
I think our brains are wired to
Find patterns
To tell stories
To place narratives on and make meaning
Out of the chaos of this reality
But
Sometimes you meet someone
(I hope this has happened to u too)
Sometimes u meet and there is
Connection
drifting
I can almost touch clouds.
Still, i
Forgot what this is all about,
Misplaced the mission,
Lost the plot:
Unmoored,
Sans moor,
Missing a moor,
No more moors;
In Scotland no longer,
Not even spain.
Searching for an anchor for
Safe harbor
drifting
I can almost touch clouds.
Still, i
Forgot what this is all about,
Misplaced the mission,
Lost the plot:
Unmoored,
Sans moor,
Missing a moor,
No more moors;
In Scotland no longer,
Not even spain.
Searching for an anchor for
Safe harbor
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I was hoping to go to a
Party
Step onto a dancefloor
Have a drink or a laugh
Shimmy and shake
But no invites came and instead
Of asking instead of
Texting,
Making efforts to slake
This thirst,
I await.
It felt as if I was putting my youth on
Like a costume
I was hoping to go to a
Party
Step onto a dancefloor
Have a drink or a laugh
Shimmy and shake
But no invites came and instead
Of asking instead of
Texting,
Making efforts to slake
This thirst,
I await.
It felt as if I was putting my youth on
Like a costume
But it refuses to find me.
Playing hide and seek by
Yourself
Isn’t a real game
Just a meditation on
Pity.
Maybe you played it before too
It can’t just be my own
Lament
I guess I won’t ever know
For sure
So many things I’ll never know
Like what your true feelings are
.
But it refuses to find me.
Playing hide and seek by
Yourself
Isn’t a real game
Just a meditation on
Pity.
Maybe you played it before too
It can’t just be my own
Lament
I guess I won’t ever know
For sure
So many things I’ll never know
Like what your true feelings are
.
Ways
Some more fun than others,
Like
Music
What is it that transports
Us
Back as far as we can recall
When we hear those notes
Those patterns
That voice
And we are back there living in
That moment.
Rhythm moves more than bodies
It pulses through arteries
Fills hearts
Ways
Some more fun than others,
Like
Music
What is it that transports
Us
Back as far as we can recall
When we hear those notes
Those patterns
That voice
And we are back there living in
That moment.
Rhythm moves more than bodies
It pulses through arteries
Fills hearts