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Nebulous
06:46
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There’s something to be said about the things you left in my head.
But I’ll just reach out and grab this,
propelling bad habits.
As I try and recollect but can’t help to reflect,
all the things that actually mattered but decided to neglect.
How long must we look around for distractions more profound?
I’m fucked up,you hate it,I hate it more.
I’m sorry lately hanging out has become such a bore.
I’m fucked up,and you hate it.
We’re surrounded by empty spaces.
I’ll be alright,once I’m fucking wasted
so many things were left unsaid
twine better left unthread
if only nothing would matter,
but my brain’s such a scatter
as I try to recollect and wish I could correct,
all the things that actually mattered but decided to neglect
how long must we look around
for distractions more profound
as I drink into regress
and stumble to reconnect
in silence here we sit
my mind is derelict
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2. |
Katahdin
06:32
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Remember when, a debate within,
of something to clear you of your sins.
But it never seemed to get that far.
Spread ever so thin, from dwindling kin.
Cradle this limbo, while scraping your chin.
Uncertainty is sinking in.
A real son of a bitch, to leave me like this
But with this crooked smile, I’ll dawn for a while
ask if there’s more to life than this
I remember summer time
the converging of sounds
a symphony of laughter surrounds
an image remains, of shivering sand
as you keep brushing off those filthy hands
a pleasing pace, lingering deep
blood thinning out as the cycle repeats
but through of our sins and losses combined
I could never forget what was shared with the pine
Why must one hold this within
if honesty is not a sin?
If the truth’s not a burden,then why am I hurting?
If I could only make sense of this
I remember summer time,
the converging of sounds
a symphony of laughter surrounds
an image remains of steel clouting steel
these games that we play make life seem less trivial
Though our ideals may vary to the morals we carry,
It all seems contrary but deep down within,
from the womb to the tomb and all the moments consumed,
we’ll always be in tune.
as we stood where the grass was grey
the earth and blankets, your shells decaying
Granite swelling in mountain air,
engines idle as we stand and stare
I could not find
A thing up high
but I don’t mind
As we stare at stones amongst the pine
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3. |
Sea Of Debris
07:18
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Like a needle to a thimble
I've been looking through a pin hole
at a reverie I strive to revive.
Like a flower thats been plastered
to a wall forever, after
insects have devoured its inside
Quiet and porous.
As I mentally store this.
Swimming though a sea
of debris, I keep inside of me
hoping to someday break free
from the chains at these feet
that do nothing but keep
me abiding defeat
while I long for retreat.
Like a mind that's been suppressed
without a chance to coalesce
that's been gradually corroding in time.
Like a battery only tested
amongst the weak and then rejected
with energy still lingering inside
Quiet and porous.
As I mentally store this.
I've been swimming though a sea
of debris, I keep inside of me
hoping to someday break free
from the chains at my feet
that do nothing but keep
me abiding defeat
while I long for retreat.
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Buffer Zone
06:36
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Creeping through a corridor
staring at a tile floor
Wonder what lie there before,
was it adored?
Been drifting off and fading thin
A progressive leak that’s been seeping in
Keeping water below my chin
Contentment, a forbidden fruit
The things I dwell, a never ending loop
Sleep half the day
Hell,got nothing to lose.
When I should be mingling with all of you,
anxiety seems to know wiser.
So I’ll just trap myself in here and decipher
all the ways to rearrange this room,
and which way would be nicer
My stomachs been eating itself
and once it starves it craves nothing else
As a time to arose to sink or swim
keeping water below my chin
where do I begin?
Rifting through a buffer zone,
through the door you walk alone
Anticipate getting way too stoned
surrounded by the things you own.
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Furnace
06:43
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Here I am, discipline. Won't you take me in?
Traveling laggardly. What a mess I'm in.
Stuck between the serene and a sense of struggling,
knowing whats best for me.
Oh, discipline. Where have you taken to, my friend?
I left the door ajar so you could come and let yourself back in.
Bittersweet sin, nourish this furnace through poison.
A cinder block once on top of a tarp now dancing in the wind.
Discipline, I've been dying to let you in my blood stream.
Sweet synergy, flow through me.
I'm helpless, wondering where you could have been.
Discipline, here I am. Won't you take me in?
Traveling laggardly. What a mess I'm in.
Stuck between the serene and a sense of struggling,
knowing whats best for me.
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