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River
03:53
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I will run my breath, across your eyelids
go to you, trace the edges
of your hands and find
infinity, inside your torment
I will drift into you, like the wind
and you will not mind my lips
like a shadow, on your skin
darkening but leaving no weight
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will cup your flesh, and stretch you through
this intimacy, because
I own you as you, own me
and it’s not a bad thing or anything to fear
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will heal the red in the whites of your eyes
You will be the mania that I climb through
I will run to you
I will run to you
these days of standing close
depend on the ease
of our mutual exposure
I will speak, and you’ll step
into my voice
like stepping into a river
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will run to you
I will heal the red in the whites of your eyes
You will be the mania that I climb through
I will run to you
I will run to you
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2. |
Now I am Two
04:22
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it is this way, togetherness
a covenant, with tenderness
and speaking thoughts
only glimpsed
the snow falls, like rain
as the afternoon moves
without time
our hands, pressed as one
neither of us
will ever be
alone again
without the other
one we love
we’ll never be alone again
it is always miraculous
unexpected awakening
vanishing then re-emerging
and with these things of harmony
the bond we fused is unbreakable
I was one, now I am two
neither of us
will ever be
alone again
without the other
one we love
we’ll never be alone again
the children gathered, in our arms
add to our liberation
laughing at things only ours
it is what we were praying for
what years have not diluted
the summoning of all our parts
neither of us
will ever be
alone again
without the other
one we love
we’ll never be alone again
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3. |
Animal Sanctuary
03:52
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he turns his hawk head to view
the shells of turtles streaking
the still-shroud of water in tanks
as blue as sky
he lifts a leg and talons tensed
pivots to defend
against an enclosing shadow
with whitish eyes and an impossible urge to fly
he hops along his man-made perch
toward the cages where squirrels leap from metal to wood
scattering like leaves in unpredictable flurry
scattering like leaves in unpredictable flurry
spring, he will never experience again
nor know the scent of a pent-up life
released like sunflowers blooming or the feel of the moon
colder but more comforting
than being touched
with whitish eyes and an impossible urge to fly
he hops along his man-made perch
toward the cages where squirrels leap from metal to wood
scattering like leaves in unpredictable flurry
scattering like leaves in unpredictable flurry
bridge
he is without time or tribe
and like fire
he haunts
by just
being
with whitish eyes and an impossible urge to fly
he hops along his man-made perch
toward the cages where squirrels leap from metal to wood
scattering like leaves in unpredictable flurry
scattering like leaves in unpredictable flurry
scattering like leaves in unpredictable flurry
scattering like leaves
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4. |
Beyond the Grave
03:43
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if all the seeds fell like blood
or blood like seeds into the ravenous earth, and time
was a wagging tail in the dark
I’d know that death would come
I’d know that death would come
but it’s not my heart that fails me
no, it’s not my heart that fails me
it’s the things outside, the shadows I see
no, it’s not my heart that fails me
it is the hill I climb and stumble down
a rocky incline when I return
if only once a day I go
to meet death’s stalking eyes
to meet death’s stalking eyes
but it’s not my heart that fails me
no, it’s not my heart that fails me
it’s the things outside, the shadows I see
no, it’s not my heart that fails me
the things outside are like the shadow
like the one I see on the neighbor’s window
and the frightening madness, of strangers
here on my wall
like an insect on my wall
but it’s not my heart that fails me
no, it’s not my heart that fails me
it’s the things outside, the shadows I see
no, it’s not my heart that fails me
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5. |
Girl
03:51
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under the willow tree
a girl was standing lonely
with the worst of nights ahead
they said drink from the tar pit waters
and swallow the oysters
the ones lost from their shells
she saw the drug the wind made
though she did not let it shift her heart
everywhere the notion stood that
fighting back was what she was
ah…
now the willow leaves
have fallen and gone brown
the girl has moved beside a cliff
and she dances as though
she could not fall
her body held against the edge
and they gasp to pity her poor body
by the rocks and ridges
she continues to move like a beautiful sound
sure of the hand that guides her
ah…
she saw the drug the wind made
though she did not let it shift her heart
everywhere the notion stood that
fighting back was what she was
ah…
(don’t let it shift your steadfast heart)
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6. |
Seamless
03:24
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raincoats and rainy seasons are
behind us now
I picked a feather
you took it and now it’s yours
and just like that rich as
the coral reef waters
we were initiated
intensity is a button
intensity is a button
fears of the future put aside
left to their weeping
become shoulders
secrets receiving
and like a primeval work of strings
through this communication
we see the courage
intensity is a button
intensity is a button
we know survival is tyranny
what we seek is not purely
for the sake of security
our bodies touching every crease
rejoice in our compatibility
for the sake of security
the past culminates in this
single out pouring, it is
a privileged evolution
strange rhythms risked
foreheads pressed
giving way
to beautiful disclosure
intensity is a button
intensity is a button
intensity is a button
intensity
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7. |
You Are
04:15
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you are simple like death
simple like death
unmistakable
containing the most feverish
of mysteries within
a boundless domain
you are beautiful like
a cat is beautiful
galactic sensual form
silently giving me a gaze
of voice and blood
all I bless and all I need
I hold because of you
no meaning nor madness
could replace the milk and breath that you are
you are fire driven
like, stars and like sex
in perpetual combustion
an inner pulse of endless
dance dance dance
on mystical tides
you are more
than sun and bird and fox
more than soil to my groundless heart
you are gentle like a
raindrop caught
gentle like the shelter of
a best friend’s arms
a best friend’s arms
all I bless and all I need
I hold because of you
no meaning nor madness
could replace the milk and breath that you are
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8. |
Elegy of this Day Being
04:13
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At the throat, brushed green like tile I shine.
The devil says "hum-drum", the eel struggles,
futile like a wagging tail, so many broken, hating
with the hardness of crocodiles and ants, pulling along their dead, to consume,
knowing nothing of sorrow or forgiveness.
All night I sit with my naked thighs
on the carpet, red from the heat.
What point could there possibly be
to all this pain, the death of others,
the sickness that swarms in mid-air
and the Hurricanes hit the graveyards.
you saw the ones you lost
you sure you did enough
you saw the ones the world cast off
you’ll meet them soon enough
you’ll meet them soon enough
A gull tilts on a telephone wire. I wish to bid goodbye.
I wish for ice-cream cones in my fridge,
a handful of poppies to give some child,
any child, I meet. I see dead eyes in my dream, glossed with
mucous and unbearable vacancy.
How do I serve when the world is so cold
Let us go now, my nightmares and I,
let us go under the light,
let us go until our heart's blood is
free-falling, exposed, let us go
free-falling, exposed, let us go
The humpbacks know this, the midgets and also the centipedes.
I want to hide in rooms where infants are sleeping or salamanders nurse their young.
Lord The darkness is in me. The ground deceives me,
changes colors changes me as I go.
you saw the ones you lost
you sure you did enough
you saw the ones the world cast off
you’ll meet them soon enough
you saw the ones the world cast off
you’ll meet them soon enough
you’ll meet them soon enough
you’ll meet them soon enough
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Diane Barbarash Vancouver, British Columbia
Thank you to the ones who inspire me daily to be true to myself when I write... Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, Steve Earle, Sigur Ros, Kathleen Edwards, Kacey Musgraves, Julie Miller, Rhianna, Future, Bon Iver, Yellawolf, Lights and to songwriters everywhere ... more
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