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Baby Bear
04:46
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could you set a trap to catch a baby bear?
could you take it from its mother by force?
could you hold it like a votive for a long-lost tear?
do you think you have it in you anymore?
and could you paint the guilt you’ve known in ocean blue?
all the people you’ve unwound and undermined
surely someone will take care of your corrupted youth
cause God knows how it keeps one up at night
and when you die, who’ll clean the mites off of your skin?
could you promise you’ll still feel love by then?
for some soul you’ve swallowed whole to match a lost caress
how kind of you to let them think they’ll win
could you be held tight enough to satiate the minotaur
and still discover new halls in the labyrinth?
is it a cruelty or a kindness?
are you just playing your preordained part?
how would you take mercy on a bird with a broken wing?
and when you die, who’ll clean the mites off of your skin?
could you promise you’ll still feel love by then?
for some soul you’ve swallowed whole to match a lost caress
how kind of you to let them think they’ll win
3 am they’re calling you as drunk as hell
you’ve been dreaming you’re a priest burnt at the stake
I am sorry life’s so easy and I wish you well
no one loves me, no one loves me, my easy break
and ain’t it strange to think that you were angry once?
cause you float now like a child inflates a frog
know you’ll never be shot down by some mysterious guns
you’ll just see a flash of headlight through the fog
yeah, that’s all it takes for life to just go on
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your steady lay has left you alone
as drunk as the moon on the cawing of crows
your cronies are killed, and the doors are all closed
your steady lay has left you alone
with a flick of the wrist, with a grip and a groan
you know your knife, it’s carved angel wings
it’s slobbered all over a stranger’s skin
yeah, you left him for dead just to live in sin
a blistering love and its bloody sting
or the chance to believe in anything
at night you are who you despise
at night you are who you despise
but light is a smoke snuffed out in your eyes
whenever the sun decides
and for all that you care, yeah, your steady lay choked
cause revenge is a dish that leaves scars in your throat
so you buried him seventeen lifetimes ago
revenge is the reason you’ll never let go
for a rib sticking out that you covered in snow
cause you can’t push it in without wrecking your skin
and there’s no one to blame cause the world never ends
there is no one to blame when you’ve blown yourself thin
revenge is why you don’t recall anything
just the shivering shake of sadistic wind
well, what is your knife if not part of yourself?
and what is the body, and what is the knell?
and what is your grace if not something to sell,
and what is your love if you love no one else,
and who will you be in an asteroid belt,
and who will you be but a bored sickle cell,
and who will you be when you’re deafened by bells,
and who will you be when your spine starts to swell,
and who have you left just to know how it felt?
at night you are who you despise
at night you are who you despise
but light is a smoke snuffed out in your eyes
whenever the sun decides
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sleep
if sleep’s what you need
I know I’m wrong, I’ve heard your pleas
time splays
and nothing ever falls in place
and as I grab the keys
the dark bursts and bleeds
it stains my shirt, I grit my teeth
what is your pain,
if nothing’s ever going to change?
is home a bone you break?
well, home is such a vengeful word to say
bombs
this dawn and beyond
the leaves are cautionary blonde
time beams
a sunset through the suffering trees
abandon and reprieve
you mean more to me
I rattle with my disbelief
what is my pain,
when you can show the whole world change?
is home a choice you make?
well, home is such a perfect word to say
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(your sophistry an open sore
a man of war
the scalpel toward
the storm)
to a fly you are a hurricane
even at your unremarkable height
you aren’t loved as an imposition,
no, you are mostly loved out of spite
and to a fly you are a hurricane
you can terrorize the weak and the fleeing
they will forget, but they will not forgive
passing wide-eyed through your cleft in the great chain of being
you could’ve been anybody
you could’ve lived in fear
you could’ve been pressed in glass and swallowed
with a gluttonous grin from ear to ear
and I, I could’ve followed suit
but you left me standing here
with a careless word you build suspense
will you leave me sorting through the debris?
am I executor of your estate?
is that my main utility?
cause to a hurricane you are a fly
and in that sense, you’re really striking it rich
for when a bigger cataclysm comes
all the hate you’ve ever clung to is instantly mist
you could’ve been anybody
you could’ve lived in fear
you could’ve been pressed in glass and swallowed
with a gluttonous grin from ear to ear
and I, I could’ve followed suit
but you left me standing here
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On the White Wind
03:48
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your daddy will call
flickering like a high-speed chase
the knower of ruined roads
staggers into space
and it won’t come out
all the hurt, all the waste
it’s like he always swore
you just blink and you’ve been erased
aren’t you dying
on the white wind?
aren’t you afraid to be alone?
aren’t you afraid to be alone?
the widow awaits
the shivering of cheap TV
the shadows behind the hall
all refuse to agree
you have once been loved
you’ve known truth from deceit
you have trusted in your time
both would set you free
is it strange now
when it rains down?
nothing has changed, you’ve just let go
nothing has changed, you’ve just let go
yet that’s what it takes
the green beyond the sight of blood
can never be mapped on Earth
not through fear, not through love
every death-bright fire in the world yet to come
keeps on waiting for its song to be sung
keeps on waiting for the spark of the young
in a past that’s barely even begun
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Celogen Calgary, Alberta
I have seen everything and known everyone and I am still not tired!
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