1. |
Try as I Might
03:03
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It’s not hard to feel uneasy.
I’m easing into hardened feelings.
Replacing every effort is disbelieving.
It seems lukewarm, but we see the seasons.
I could lighten up. You could feel in the dark.
Find trust in a synergic treason.
Try as I might,
I’ll always end up ending.
Try as I might,
I’ll always end up ending
what’s not a means to mending.
Try as I might.
It takes will to be unwilling.
Straighten up and hope you can
learn this before you're too close to adore.
Forget what you are and become something more.
Put me at ease to hardly feel.
Pull me, and, please, from all ideals.
Displacing every effort with belief and
try as I might,
I’ll always end up ending.
Try as I might,
I’ll always end up ending
what’s not a means to mending.
It's not my place for sending.
Try as I might.
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2. |
Heirlooming
03:08
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I’m done collecting; I can feel the floors attracting my complaints, full, under stress and time constraints--found impulse buys, losing restraint.
Ten years ago, I fought to fill up every closet, shelf, and drawer. A job for every speck of dust, employed, but just.
What can I show for it
when all I ever have is time that won’t permit?
When all I ever ask for is more to miss,
and all I ever have is time I can’t commit,
I'm heirlooming odds and endless ends.
Our sons and daughters can’t return what we have borrowed. From what we’re wise enough to pour,
will it hold enough to fill yours?
Moms and fathers, will we think before we bother?
Of what we’re wise enough to fill.
From what we held enough to spill.
What can I show for it
when all I ever have is time that won't permit?
When all I ever ask for is more to miss.
and all I ever have is time I can’t commit,
I'm heirlooming odds and endless ends.
We’re taking water. We’re sunken shipments.
We sink our time into the hope for nothing beyond intentions.
What can I show for it
when all I ever have is time that won't permit?
I’m heirlooming all I can show for it.
I’m heirlooming all I can show for it.
I’m heirlooming odds and endless ends.
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3. |
Explain Away
03:55
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Keeping the road on my eyes.
The path that I’m commanding
unrolls in light.
Peak at your hope for the ride.
The way ahead, from where I’m standing,
looks realigned.
All at odds, our common goals adjust
to our flaws, add to our roles.
I hear enough to know we talk too softly?
How can I explain it all away when
how I can expends the hours I’m saving?
How can I fix more than I am breaking?
Can I get closer than at your side?
Keeping the road on my eyes.
The height of my demand is
a light touch to find.
All at odds, our common roles enhance
all our flaws, against our shared goals.
I’ve heard enough to know we talk too softly.
How can I explain it all away when
how I can expends the hours I’m saving?
How can I fix more than I am breaking?
Can I be closer than by your side?
How can I explain it all away when
how I can expends the hours I’m saving?
How can I fix more than I am breaking?
Can I be closer than by your side?
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4. |
Adrian Shine
03:26
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Truth will never feel unearthed.
We bury the mystery with its worth.
Answers never rise high from
doubtless depths. What I thought I saw below the summer waves, left me breathing deeply, still afloat but struggling.
I’ll drown the lede
and follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Even nothing is worth revealing.
Thrills will never feel the same; routines adapt and reframe. Like Adrian Shine, I came up less empty handed than my hopes and plan did.
I failed to see below the summer waves, what’s now breathing deeply, all afloat and flourishing.
I'll drown the lede
and follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Revealing nothing is worth repeating.
and follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
Follow it in.
There’s always something worth revealing.
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5. |
Can I Say Something?
02:46
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I’ll keep my guard down
or held apart when you’re around.
You’re embraced either way.
I'll keep my voice low,
only promote thoughts you need to know.
Feel adored either way.
Stumble into getting carried away.
A modest fall
is well past overdue.
It’s all I’ll ever feel
and soon.
As I endure against my pulse,
pull me down and up again,
still enough to feel a flinch.
Feel enough, yet still within.
Feel too much, yet perfection.
Urgently, I embrace delay,
and stumble into getting carried away.
A modest fall
is well past overdue.
It’s all I’ll ever feel
and soon.
An honest fall,
return me only to
the rest I barely left,
with you.
Buying time to earn your attention--take all but exception.
And though I know it’s not your preferred method, if I hope to share all with which you flood me, can I at least say something?
Can I say something?
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6. |
All the Flaws
03:53
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In the warmth we’ll feel more winded;
in cold, I can see your breath.
Some days we rest more breathlessly, but we leave less evidence.
These are those.
In June you will feel the wind mend.
In March, I will heal with breath.
Some days you spend more spirit. I earn by rationing my rest.
All the flaws I might hide
are yours to unfold as our burdens collide.
All the flaws you might find are yours to uphold, undeterred, on my side.
In cold we’ll feel the wind hit.
In warmth efforts are rescinded.
Some days we breathe more restfully and it’s more evident.
All the flaws I might hide
are yours to unfold as our burdens collide.
All the flaws you might find are yours to uphold, undeterred and on my side. I’m on your side.
There is nothing wrong when there is something wrong.
When there is nothing wrong, there is something wrong.
All the flaws you might hide
are mine to unfold as our burden collides.
All the flaws I might find are mine to uphold, undeterred, in-the-know, and on your side. I’m on your side.
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7. |
Afraid to Ask
02:11
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As I was thinking
and almost said,
for every chance to be connected there’s a risk that we invented.
But I am lucky
this feels lonely.
Lie with high hopes, low on air,
hear you down the hall, when I don’t exhale.
My falls are short. My
climbs are steps. You are
ascending, I’m only counting down my debts.
As I keep saying,
and almost think,
I'm unfulfilled potential, but I'm too proud to be demanding.
I’m still lucky
to think this is lonely.
My distress is held breath, the simple cure is my reflex.
We fall in step with
our rhyming breath. We take like we give,
with currency befit.
I’m afraid to ask to be more of anything.
I’m ashamed to ask for you to give more of anything.
I'm afraid to be asking.
I’m ashamed for asking.
I’m content, without question, no answers, patience as substitute.
(I’m afraid to be asking)
(I’m ashamed for asking)
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8. |
A Reply
03:45
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Even night won't still the sea.
I’ll rise with the moon that makes the ocean breathe.
Oh, I’m drawn when light I feel.
After years of nights, I quit praying
and felt less alone if not more worth saving.
Now I own how I heal.
The violet sky turns from
(I only see subtlety)
orange but to gray above.
(I only see subtlety)
No, night won’t still the sea when
we rise with the moon like the ocean breathing.
Descend to lie, not kneel.
Every evening wave I’m braving--far more buoyant or less in need of saving--
I reply, not appeal.
The violet sky turns from
(I only see subtlety)
orange but to gray above.
(I only see subtlety)
The vapor waves cave in on us.
A night sky to become.
Your old words.
This is my reply, not an appeal. I can tend my fire. It’s my aim to steal your old words.
The violet sky turns from
(I only see subtlety)
orange but to gray above.
(I only see subtlety)
Vapor waves cave in on us.
A night sky to become.
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9. |
I'll Keep Waking
03:23
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How can I blame this routine?
It’s both gaining dust and collecting steam.
My time is spoken for, not speaking for me.
I aim to honor what first fades but forget that nothing stays.
So, I’ll keep waking
and wonder where I’m walking.
I’ll rest through my dreams like it’s the only option.
There is no shame in this routine.
It’s both gaining dust and collecting steam.
Now, I’ll be useful,
cope by staying truthful.
I love being homebound more than I miss the slack of being youthful.
So I’ll keep waking
and know from where I’m walking.
I’ll rest through my dreams; it’s the only option.
So I’ll keep waking.
I’ll rest through my dreams; it's the only option.
I won’t regret when time
and energy end certainty.
I’ve wasted countless tries,
but find growth to feel humility.
So I’ll keep waking
and wonder where I’m walking.
I’ll rest through my dreams if it’s still an option.
So I’ll keep waking.
So I’ll keep waking.
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10. |
Windshovel
02:20
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I meet your eyes and assume they’re fair to trust.
As mine begin to adjust,
I see proof and the moon
through windows in my soon room.
I know you give meaning to all the emptiest scenery.
In the sky I'm shoveling
all the stirred-up dust from the wind.
In the sky I’m shoveling.
Not quite still but less than motion and slowly slowing.
I feel your words, assured they're fair and just.
An optimist, I entrust and enlist.
A whole life to discuss and never miss the gist.
I aim to find meaning for every empty feeling.
And tonight I'm shoveling
(Start trying the wrong ways)
all the stirred-up dust from the wind.
(Start taking the long waits)
And tonight I’m shoveling
(Start outing your instincts)
all the stirred-up dust from the wings.
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11. |
Sun Still Bold
03:34
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The first word I breathe as I roll from bed is of cursing dread.
I shower off the shame, a drain being overdramatic,
but I swear these moments aren’t thematic.
I kill the light, reborn and blind.
Three fourths asleep, I’m the quarter half-inclined.
Open the door.
Step in the cold.
This moment again—getting dressed when the moon’s too old.
Open the door.
Step in the cold.
This moment again—leaving home with the sun still bold.
Regaining grace,
awake but put in my place.
Off tips of toes now the floors might shake.
Memories of shame are always overdramatic, and
I swear that moment was climactic. While unimpressed at first impression, your next blush is a glow needing reinvention.
Open the door.
Step in the cold.
This moment again—getting dressed when the moon’s too old.
Open the door.
Step in the cold.
This moment again—leaving home with the sun still bold.
I will leave late just to see you waking. We will give all day, and earn a moment taking.
Open the door.
Step in the cold.
This moment again—getting dressed when the moon’s too old.
Open the door.
Step in the cold.
This moment again—leaving home with the sun still bold.
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