Luke Burnsright

Methods of Perfection

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Closing in with amplified projection of ones mind

Constantly expanding within the Wheel of Spacetime

Recognize the power you were given from the Sun

and See Why You Are One 

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Raven

From Methods of Perfection

 So I sit in perfect shape

My eyes already witnessed blindness

I no longer need to drop down

I shall visualize the air

Which provided me with life

And impeccable awareness.

Bliss worthy I am

Like any other man or woman

I do my best to understand

Each others struggle, joys and pains

Cause we all go down into the same gullet

Outside we will not remain.

So I suggest we simply shift

From memories to laughter

And from laughter into nothing.

Out there...  

As much as it feels there

We manifested here.

So the bodies they will drop

Some will cry for others growth

Others will laugh as it was instructed

Part of the process is that chaos unfolds

   But if we fear,

The Raven swallows whole life essence.

Remember and repeat.

To Strive for Freedom

Means to Thrive in the Present

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Luke’s  Gospel Live form the room. Additional track of the ‘’Dreaming’’ album 

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Window

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From Methods of Perfection

It is nice outside,

with all the birds,

the shimmer of the trees,

the clicks and clacks of suburban house floor.

I get to witness the wilderness.

I use it for my own good

from the inside.

And there are ways to protect it all-

myself, my girl and our slumber.

One of those is cold glass window,

separating  me from you.

I can see through branches,

devour every word,

even smell the chain of mountains…

But there I get the most,

to interact and host,

and still remain unseen,

as I impose the burden

upon the shoulders of a ghost.

The one I turn into when over fed with boredom,

self-analysis and cult.

It’s just too much!

Why can’t I turn so cold at night and cool

by the morning.

Helpful for the viewer and still, for real.

Just a glass and a frame of wood.

My window.

And the same goes to all the dreamers.

Bless their glass to be full next morning,

and the wooden bar to frame their calling

Thank you.

Keep the change.

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Djentleman

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Performing Pallet on your floor at Down and Left studios