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You only want me ‘cuz I’m new.
You only picked me from the pile because I glisten - ain’t that true.
I (you) walked into that room.
--- And she said “Are you gonna take me?”
--- He said “You’re just what I’ve been looking for.”
The hands they felt like they belonged.
They ran a course along her contours with a gentleness so strong.
He knew this was the one.
--- “Are you gonna take me?” she said.
--- “I’ve been looking for you for so long”
The scent it caught him by surprise.
He thought he’d never make the choice so smartly - it was in his eyes.
Time and fortune will decide.
He sees his heart and money fly.
He shares the eve--nings with her ...and now I can only breathe a silent sigh.
A life to travel by and by.
--- “Where’re you gonna take me?” he said
--- Her here and now had come so...
--- “Where’re you gonna take me?” she said
--- His here and now had come so...
--- “I'll take you where you take me” they said
--- Their here and now had come so soon.
Now a thousand miles won't break their hearts.
But a thousand more might be the catalyst to make them never want to be apart.
A step's the way to start.
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You're humidity in the breath of that decision
the incision is made and how I bleed for another day and yet one like no other
--The squall that is you swept by this crowd of eyes
made the hunger be bothered and the demeanor unsettled
Whatever you cry - its a temptress
Whatever you cry - its my limb’s momentum
...while restraining is just a figment under the skin
which only you should see
Clambering to a point of no better vantage is melodic
but is scant the adventure that is submerged within that’s not dimming
--Seconds they lounge and kindly stall for my absorption
in recollection they hurry
Whatever you cry - then the race starts inside
Whatever you cry - haplessly wending
And around with maladroit coordination
Fascination looks like the brother, infatuation is somewhat slower
--Missing how stranger they pass while some are likewise undercover -
Haplessly wending....
Mind oblivious to apprehending, then it comes.
-> Calm ushers in under heavy sedation as you turn to a heel with a calf
-> Missing what’s lens obscured imaging the throne with two - it won’t last
-> Down by a changing view that holds a sense of you and a reflection in eyes
... time for re-grouping, a heart that is stooping ...with a clue
--Haunt my musing heaven awhile lest my vision entrap another
as you floated by...
Haunt my heaven awhile
Haunt my heaven awhile
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Lovers, I think you missed that waterfall.
Beautiful and oh-so tall.
You’d fall in love again.
Wonderful, the scenery you left behind.
You turned your back or changed your mind.
While I found that there was more.
Trouble, the road ahead around the bend
A telling bell, the twisted end.
You would have missed it all.
Uncovered, the reasons why you came so far.
To fall just short - it caused alarm.
For I’ve seen it all before.
Lovers, love’s a fix but it won’t mend.
The things you pass up to life’s end.
You’d have missed it all again.
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Alice's Vision
01:54
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It’s Alice seeing through the trees…
In a modest glance…
Looking through…
Not at the leaves…
The grass grew through the basket weave…
As she set to gather…
In finer imagination…
Imagination!
Ready for the storm.
It’s Alice seeing though the trees.
As hands turn; generate…
contemplate…
the window black,
the window black…
ready for the storm!
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79c in the dollar
Is all she had...for me.
When not looking it's hard to see.
That's the way.
I'm not 18
I'm not 57, but somewhere in between.
But it's not ok.
5$, 500, 5 million.
5$, 500, once more.
I'll go ask my nurse, my teacher, cashier for sagent advice.
"It's not you my dear"
But that's it right there.
It's not what I'm asking: it's what you're forgetting.
I'm game you see;
what you told me to be.
5$, 500, 5 million.
5$, 500, once more.
Who's to complain! Let's not measure! End the vision!
A culture's plea.
Anecdotal decree!
I’ll sign you a way.
William G Gruff had surveyed
A good nudge may enlighten you
Lest your gripping to anchors drown you too.
5$, 500, 5 million.
5$, 500, once more.
79c 79c
79c in the dollar
Is all she had for me.
When not looking it's hard to see.
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Well, the time has come.
The man, he sits... as he watches them go...
>> Go today and find me a camera
>> Find me some person coloured snap memories.
So, I sit and watch the rain fall.
The rain falls in.
And it’s a pleasantry ...what a vision it’s a sin.
It’s a small sin - it’s a small sin for me.
>> Go today and follow it towards me.
>> Follow a/this shallow breezed decree.
Clouds tumble in and out of my meadow.
What has given them the wind.
Let’s begin, but whose is this shadow,
but a flick of channel brings...
>> Brings a day where I don’t really matter.
>> Gather puzzle pieces, light on, begin...
>> Begin, a day where it doesn’t really matter.
>> Doesn’t really matter again.
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Radiation
02:38
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Time is not showing me anything, but
she’s come a little.... closer now.
Radiates immortality;
she doesn’t take the time to dream away today.
Where, where shall I find it within myself
to break the gaze?
My mind is seized by the sounds of the words I say
Say the things I hear, but was too afraid...
So she breaks away within my range, anything but
suddenly there’s a chance so
I... can’t.... stay
Time is unforgiving; I’m anything but...
a little... closer now.
Radiates my mortality;
She doesn’t have the time to dream away today.
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Living Creature
03:32
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Hey Living Creature,
To you I’m just a moving puzzle. I wish I could explain.
But I’ll tell you as you tell me, it’s vision - we see.
A hand removed, your eyes clenched tight, both open again.
And leaving you be ...you’ll wait
And leaving you there ...you’ll watch
But if no one returns you’ll die without arms
A horizon of grief lights our own disbelief
You nuzzle, I’m puzzled. Its not what you’re showing to me.
And I will follow you though I try to resist the game.
And you resist the way the world ...the way the world I see.
But if your last breath was caught
You’d forget you’er ever distraught
Beyond all your pain you see love rearranged
We’d be here - are we going? Don’t stop and explain.
We’d be here - are we going? Don’t stop and explain.
So we share the dawn and the dusk - the stars return can’t you see
And the middle’s never near or long enough.
And I don’t want to go home…
And you don’t want to go it alone...
Don't stop and explain.
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The Polar Theatre
02:40
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The girl in the theatre screams
and the lonely smoker offers his best tended dreams
And these are tepid dreams he considers
but she fears he has something that’s hidden
And as the night closes, like curtainious foreclosurers
he steps to the side to ignore her.
Rows of seats a communal hall; ordered
with padded walls …a cell for them
A shadow falls and she picks it up
She moves to the exit; tracking, he ponders on nothing
She thinks but white and green
Matter projected on the screen
matter he sees interrupted
And with a click of the door she’s gone.
One last beam of light it narrows
All but a wall unites them
One forgets, one will never.
A fleeting act, no more together.
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You know it’s something like that.
You know we don’t get to choose.
We flew a flag and a fist amongst the serial news
Another feather in the hat.
Another dose of the blues.
Stumblin', stumblin', again.
----- Better keep an eye out: For something like that.
Before the tyre goes flat.
Should start absorbing the views.
Before the tyre goes flat - you’d think we’d paid all our dues.
Another feather in the hat.
Another dose of the blues.
Stumblin', stumblin', again.
We’re beating somebody’s mat.
We’re betting red and then blue.
We’re getting wayward, on…
Something…
Something…
…but not everything.
We'll give a tip of the hat
We'll grab a bunch of reviews
It's kind of hard and its late in this cluster of brews
You know it's something like that
Now I'm not one to amuse
But let us tighten... and tighten... and tighten the screws
----- Better keep an eye out: For something like that.
We had a dog and a cat
But let's go visit some zoos
Maybe it's time to renew.
Something…
Something…
You know it’s something like this:
We'll get the whole damn tattoo.
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[Sunday: it comes too late.]
Give another day; give another answer.
Sunday always comes too late. It's just another revelation.
Another turn of living. Another turn of disaster.
Give another day. Give another answer.
[Age: a half life no overt decay]
[Age: a measure of nothing but time]
[Age: a privilege, a state of decline]
Give another day; give another answer.
Sunday always comes too late. It's just another revelation.
They won't be alone. They can take and be taken.
Give another day. Give another answer.
Age:...
It's just another revolution...
[Its too late, Sunday always comes too late.
Equally disturbing diversions.
Give another day, no overt decay
Take another cast make it plaster.
Make you every day a best one.]
[Sunday: it comes too late.]
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Post Death Comfort
02:06
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Twelve days passed, twelve men died
when the sugar wagon rolled by.
Living on and passing by the tired mothers tried
Heated high minds, spilt on the plot,
the sugar wagons collide.
The winners are the losers in the order of the day.
What you are asks ‘You are?’
in the sugar wagons path
Crush or carry signifies a graft.
Auld Nick sat observing
as the sugar wagon broke it’s spine.
Thinking of the unity.
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Michael - Foot On The Door Casuarina, Australia
Under the nom de plume Foot on the Door, Michael is releasing his music for broadcast and consideration. Self taught through immersion and curiosity, Michael plays guitar, mandolin, banjo, and ukulele. He is a rare performer who prefers writing music. It is the moments experiencing creative flow that satiate his artistic side. Those moments become songs themed in observation and duality. ... more
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