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The Lake
04:50
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Pain and pleasure, intertwined forever.
Ambiguous jester's tears or terror, what surrounds you?
There is no shelter from this weather.
What surrounds you drowns or feeds you, what surrounds you?
He awakened in the dark, a bottomless pit but a familiar place.
h stream of light shown from above, a trickle of water,
He felt the pounding of his heart.
There was an opening above and somebody there
but it was so far, unreachable.
Blood was beating through his veins.
She looked into his eyes and saw that
he was in his dark place again "return to me".
Would this battle ever end? Another trip, another drink.
In the shadows he learned every corner of that place.
Rage against the dying of the dark
In the perpetual damp he found solace.
When the door opened he was not prepared.
At the lake it all became clear.
Lullaby of the waves. Sunlight refracting through the water.
It was time to begin again, the future is not the past.
Burdensome patterns of thought, what would be the second act.
But now the roads diverged here, rid me of this curse.
Running his hand through the water. Dying of thirst.
Dying, perspective shift and she's giving birth.
Pain and joy in superposition.
Dropping the bomb to stop a war.
Ambiguous screams in a dungeon from the master or the damned.
Ecstasy, torture, pain or pleasure?
Light flickers through a crack in the wall, knock it down.
Light guides you up from the abyss hope is found.
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Mist
06:22
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Fog rolls in, crawls in
emerging from it's daytime hiding place
growing in the dusk
Up the mountain side, what lurks below,
what hides beneath?
The spires rise through majestically.
Eight degrees of separation from everything to everyone else.
Unexpected unity to surprising separation
Fate's shakedown, in the human experience.
You can't tell me this is happening for any good reason
it seems so unnecessary but I'll carry on.
The mist can not reach me here I am above it all
Shielded from it's creeping influence willing it to stop
The solution stood before me.
It was a heartbeat away. The birds were circling below
from the top of the spire looking down through the billow
bright sun above thick mist below
The sun burns through a stream of light a scene uplifting heavenly sight
All is cleared quoth not the raven, life reborn, from night to bright
Fleeing hope the self delusion returning back, the task at hand.
Strength of will formidable challenge stands only wall of sand.
In a dream I was atop a massive stone wall
I saw the campfires in the distance
Watchmen watching. The castle alight.
The wind whirled in the courtyard
the smell of lamb seared on the fire.
the enemy was close.
There was fear in the horses
The morning light revealed the emptiness
an endless sea, an endless beautiful sea.
Release and into the mist I fell
the sun disappeared above
I landed on my feet and began the climb again
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Fate
04:07
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Tonight a fallen angel will have a stroke of luck
Tonight a rising star will see the final curtain
while we sleep a thousand fates are sealed
while we dream a thousand plans come to fruition
when we wake the world is new
a world that we can't see has changed again
a secret world behind the curtain
Enforcing as a way of life, one last job and then southbound.
orders are in time to put this one to pasture.
Over his head, one scheme too many, almost had it this time.
They've come home to roost, through the shade he sees the silhouette against the streetlights
Need to be anywhere but here.
it's time to run. upstairs and grabs his gun..
Working so hard, she wanted a better life no mom around and
dad's vice tethered him to the underground.
she rose above an d would soon be gone, a ticket away
rise higher. Burning desire. Commotion downstairs, but she was ready for this.
Time and space collided for a brief eternity all three together
The world would change for one this night. Fortune's fickle hand bending plans at right angles
Fortune's fickle hand, the hour glass is empty of sand, turns the tables.
In a doomed city sinking beneath the sea
events long ago are not forgotten but inspire. Kindling to elevate.
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Follow
04:41
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Give me a reason to follow you,
Help us understand the things you do
Magnifying hopes and fears to be
Shaped by culture through the years
Shaping culture, exploiting instincts, master of the mind.
The nature of leadership
The need for discipleship
leaderless nomads wandering lost,
smaller than the sum of the parts
institutional cultural architect victims of blowback
nihilistic submission to fictitious authority
time for the puppet to cut its strings.
The voice in my head the nature of unfailing grace
Do institutional archetypal constructs blur into truth.
Physical laws and waterfalls thunderclaps and
faith in a plan for the universe and the swirling creatures in it.
Aggregate assemblies of information replicate.
Mechanical laser eye cuts through the dust
profound precision predicted, drones demand destroy deter
laws in which we all can trust
eyes must close or dull perception
To the grave expecting an open door of ancestors
falling through it a bottomless well of perception
consciousness rising, never failing
somewhere beyond comprehension darkness falls.
I now know better who you are, what you are
and now you know what I am.
how we were made is revealed.
Everything playing out unconscious grains of sand
and unable to alter anything.
There is no need to follow me.
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Grimoire
06:26
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How he longed for something more
A bit of strength to change the world
The key to unlock the door.
unbreakable chains holding him
he felt a secret world below
with benevolence he would change it for the better
A world that had become predictable, sterile.
It could be a different world, I could make a better world.
Free of the nightmares.
"Seek me, like I am seeking you"
"Find me and I will find you"
The voice came to him in a dream
He was awake, the voice came again
somehow he knew he should not listen though the voice
was vaguely familiar. A close friend? again.
"Open and all will be fulfilled"
From the attic window he looked to the streets below.
The city's effortless perfection A city with no history.
From his separate asylum a million miles above.
looking down on them.. milling about with a million clockwork agendas
He did not understand. Too perfect. familiar.
women too beautiful? Men too ordinary?
In despair he wept. A rumble below and the earth shook.
A hidden space behind the wall hadn't noticed before.
A ancient tome. Warnings screamed in his mind
A calm voice, like his own voice
"Open and the curtain shall be lifted."
Shaking. Shivering. Opening. Finding
Where was his past? He opened the book. He opened the gate.
In his mind he was gone to place he never been
A different world, but an old world, a familiar world
Face to face with himself. Older and dying.
Beeping of familiar machines. This was my nightmare.
"I created a world for my last moments, we are tethered. Your world. The portal will bring you back. You will return."
He awoke in his bed still feeling the pull of a distant will,
Hearing a familiar sound and wondering where it was coming from.
The book was open in the world he had created.
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Mars
07:22
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Always preparing even then,
endless schooling seeing my purpose even then
The call of destiny was deeply felt.
To be put in the history books, I was compelled
Spartacus of the species, manifest destiny
fear no red giants, open door to eternity.
No victim of Melancholia
Chaos creates a substrate of possibilities
Sixteen. Counselor guides
The seed takes root in this fertile soil, the dream survives
it's time I'm called out do I fold or go all in
it's come to this. I'm in
Mother cries. Leaving behind everything I know
everything any of us knew.
Nothing can sever the hold of the place of our origins.
Say your last goodbye's.
Take the meta perspective, the home we're leaving is not just a town.
Get your things in order, we're taking off in a short time
our names will be written among the stars
History shall call ours the blood of the gods.
Silent planet, awakened for the first time
Mother planet, your children scattered across the heavens
Angry planet, humanity shall exist until the death of the universe.
Sacred planet, the fountain of meaning in the animated universe.
Endless hours pass, all I hear is the rumble of the ion drive
I pass into and out of consciousness. Up and down become confused
I stare endlessly into the face across the way from me, beautiful
perhaps we will have a life together in the next world.
The Sun so dim, so small.
The Earth a bright blue star in the sky
Jupiter ever our protector, brighter than we remembered.
Here at the beginning of all things
Through the portal I see beyond to empty space, a limitless expanse.
The sun dims imperceptibly with each passing day.
We are at the mercy of an automated device.
Disconcerting months spent with no view of a planet
the crew is awakened.
Last goodbyes just in case, final stage is spent
Orbit, we look down on our future home.
Barren, a landscape to form
Beautiful, endless rust horizons
Stark, wind sand silence
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Greg Girardin Nashua, New Hampshire
Guitarist / singer / songwriter from Nashua NH.
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