Archive | April 2014

“For my soul I do.”

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Dig Them Up

When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
A wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
They lie there hand in hand
Ones we’ve inherited, ones that we learned
They pass from man to man
There’s a hole in my soul
I can’t fill it I can’t fill it
There’s a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let’s finish what we’ve started
Dig them up, so nothing’s left unturned
All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
When they have been exhumed
We’ll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we’d be doomed
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Let’s.

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Run

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Beating, Bursting Heart

“If I could paint one thing

I’d paint you a canvas of
All the fireworks in my head
When the radio comes on.

And the bright sharp shooting stars
Of electric guitars and the
Dry paintbrush strokes in turquoise
Of that particular violin and the
Water-drops of a piano and the
Pentagons of a cymbal loop, flashing.

And maybe if I painted you a canvas
You’d understand why I can’t speak
And fold and crumple like tissue
And barely breathe, nerves afire
And my heart clenched in a fist.

They are these shapes, my dear
Their sounds draw them in the ether
And if I can ever recreate them
And paint the art movement of sound
I’d like to lie down in the
Viridian network of strings
While it cradles my beating, bursting heart.”

– by Lumniferous Ether

 

Here’s to the guy playing piano at the train station today, thank you for making me sing my heart out.

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