Mar 21, 2018
"Fall Guy" - ukulele original
Submitted to Shure’s “Off the Beaten Track” contest: https://off-the-beaten-track.shure.com/
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"Fall Guy" - ukulele original
Submitted to Shure’s “Off the Beaten Track” contest: https://off-the-beaten-track.shure.com/
FAWM Day 21: Resolution Blue
I see your face everywhere
in pixelated ash and slate
Drifting coal and water ink
a tainted portrait, the mimic fades
False dawn, roses and rust
Afternoons, amber and dust
Evening falls, violet tattoo
All this time I'm resolution blue
In your eyes I see the slow collapse
recursive nightmares, gunmetal gray
a ghostly ship moored just offshore
a spectral hand performs the switch and bait
False dawn, roses and rust
Afternoons, amber and dust
Evening falls, violet tattoo
All this time I'm resolution blue
When history recalls your fading name
All its branches shudder and shake
Slumber through reality, unaware and unashamed
One day may you find yourself awake
False dawn, roses and rust
Afternoons, amber and dust
Evening falls, violet tattoo
All this time I'm resolution blue
FAWM Day 17: False Awakening, Type 2
In the dim half-light
Shades come to whisper their good nights
A menacing prayer ushers in the dawn
awaiting sacrifice, your dutiful pawn
Make something wild and strange
from the dull residue of familiar pain
You can steal my sleep, keep my dreams
Trade me a reality that glitters and gleams
You came to me in spirit and fire
You who feel the phantom limb of unmet desire
bowed beneath the weight of wasted days
Now you waste my nights with your shadow plays
Make something wild and strange
from the dull residue of familiar pain
You can steal my sleep, keep my dreams
Trade me a reality that glitters and gleams
The sun floats up on silent wings
Draining off the last dregs of a dream within a dream within a dream
The day wears a hazy monochrome sheen
Trade me a reality that glitters and gleams
FAWM Day 14: She is Looking For Her Heart
I came upon a black lake in a forest of shivering trees I saw a world within a world its countours lazily unfurled bringing me swiftly to my knees Somewhere in there, another holds my heart Running the forking paths from finish back to start Watching lives form, then crumble to dust The hollow cage that held my heart is brimming over with lust I heard a honeyed whisper say "come in closer so we can speak" I lost my grip on up and down my ears rang then started to pound as beauty consumed me with a shriek Somewhere in there, another holds my heart Running the forking paths from finish back to start Watching lives form, then crumble to dust The hollow cage that held my heart is brimming over with lust I want to know the course of every star, each moment of light and shadow the shape of every choice, the outlet of each branching road but the cage that held my heart is haunted and hallowed my bones have splintered, crumbling to dust and my heart is still lost to longing and lust
FAWM Day 13: In Dreams, Awake
Before I swam to the surface it looked like two moons were racing toward the center of the sky Maybe I'll stay submerged sound here travels slow & all the things I don't want to know become liquefied If I close my eyes it still feels like yesterday I can twist the world into endless colors and shapes It's easy to dream but sometimes it feels so hard to stay awake Before I fell to the surface it looked like the earth was a spinning ball of violet, gold and green Maybe I'll stay up here where all the arguments seem small freed from the magnifying thrall of glowing screens If I close my eyes it still feels like yesterday I can twist the world into endless colors and shapes It's easy to dream but sometimes it feels so hard to stay awake
FAWM Day 9: Retrograde
I thought I had closed that book after I signed my name in blood I cried when I scribed “The End” and the cover came down in a cloud of caged dust
I kept steady, circling, course correcting until one day my path was ripped away my black hole went retrograde Saturn returned to me 10 years too late
I stowed that book on a shelf behind some clothes from a lost season With all the things I want to forget blinding colors I’ll never wear again
I kept steady, circling, course correcting until one day my path was ripped away my black hole went retrograde Saturn returned to me 10 years too late
Now my book has a thousand new pages written ages and ages ago it smells of old thunder and roses and the dark earth hidden under the snow
if I read my unwritten past how will I ever find my way home? will I ever find my way home?
I kept steady, circling, course correcting until one day my path was ripped away my black hole went retrograde Saturn returned to me 10 years too late
this year vs last year.
