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The Efficiency Of Fog
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The fog this morning works with a craftsman's caring hand,
Erases buildings line by stubborn line.
No grand pronouncements, just a slow command,
The city melts as if a watercolor's design.
It doesn't judge, this sculptor of the grey,
Hides flaws and grandeur with an impartial touch.
The office drone, the chief in charge on their way,
Both vanish in this leveling, soft clutch.
Perhaps a metaphor, this misty shroud,
For life's eventual, all-encompassing white.
But for this hour, it's simply lost and proud,
A world unburdened, bathed in gentle night.
But for this hour, it's simply lost and proud,
A world unburdened, bathed in gentle night.
The sun will pierce it soon, revealing the street,
The daily grind resumes its steady pace.
But for a breath, the world feels incomplete,
A canvas waiting, absent form, and face.
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Accidental Bravery
04:20
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Zero Weight Poem
03:30
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Spine, a sky-forged truss,
is not for borrowed moons.
Muscles, lithe constellations, map their course.
No borrowed wings are allowed on this flight.
We accept feathers of grit only,
molted from doubt,
adorned with random scars of self-reliance.
Gravity may suggest your inevitable surrender,
but the heart...
It roars with Resistance.
Vast and surging,
it embraces all of our burdens,
but refuses to be burdened in itself.
Thus, defying the pull of the black hole,
a pirouette on the precipice of dependence.
This dependence is a sentient compass,
which helps us navigate our relationships with others,
and with our persona non grata.
And as I borrow moons
to drift to their own destinies,
this sky carries its own constellations,
ablaze with self-might.
This is a testament
to carrying one's own weight,
the anthem of the unburdened,
in the weightless grace of being.
Entitled.
Not by circumstance, but by the fire in one's soul.
Weightless.
Not by absence, but by the strength to rise.
I carry.
Not a burden,
but the song of my own journey.
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Jetlag Vibrations
04:53
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we break the day apart,
slowly, with hesitant fingers.
sunlight
fractures,
spilling shards of gold
into morning tea.
the world vibrates beneath us,
a pulse of unspoken words
buried deep in the soil.
you told me once,
silence has a weight—
that it pulls us closer
to the core of something
we can't name.
there are moments
when I think I feel it,
a gravity
dragging me through the floorboards,
I watch your hands
trace invisible patterns
in the dust,
as if they could draw
the shape of our silence.
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Formidable Reflections
04:53
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Redemptive Century
04:54
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Sad Siberian Weather
04:20
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from Moscow's drug dens to Siberia's frost,
Where freedom's lost and hope is tossed.
Through vodka haze, a haunting plea.
Of prison camps and hidden hell.
Of blades that flash and friendships forged,
In this harsh life, where souls are urged.
Where broken souls and bad fortunes meet.
thieves and whores, their tales unsung,
In this underworld all alone
Under Moscow's moon, in alleyways so stark,
Whispers of dreams that dare to embark.
From shadowed corners, a saxophone cries,
A melody of sorrow, 'neath the Russian skies.
[Chorus]
Lost in the city's heartbeat, with stories untold,
In the breath of the sax, a tale unfolds.
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Questions In The Dark
03:10
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[Verse]
Why are we even here
Stars above so clear
Searching for the truth
In a universe aloof
[Verse 2]
Woke up in a daze
Lost in cosmic maze
What does it all mean
We're part of this big scene
[Chorus]
Questions in the dark
Groping for a spark
Who am I supposed to be
What's my destiny
[Verse 3]
Talking to myself
Books upon the shelf
Wisdom from the past
But the answers never last
[Bridge]
Am I just a speck
Floating deck to deck
Life's an open book
Still I don't know where to look
[Chorus]
Questions in the dark
Groping for a spark
Who am I supposed to be
What's my destiny
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Selfish Fracture
03:48
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Woke with the taste of metal on my tongue
Junky sweat cold as a morgue sheet.
The words twist and writhe on the page – ants under a magnifying glass.
Another wasted day, another wasted life. Namibia coils and hisses around me...a snake shedding its skin.
The room distorts, light bleeds at the edges. Every black cloud and umbra a lurking threat.
The needle finds its home, the rush a fleeting escape.
But the Control Machine always wins.
The virus language sinking its teeth into the brain.
Sex is a pantomime of writhing bodies. No connection, only the desperate scratch of need.
The sickness... the hunger... the gnawing certainty that there is nothing outside my cell of skin.
Must sleep. Must find oblivion. Tomorrow, the hunt begins again.
Tomorrow, I feed the machine and the machine feeds on me.
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Yesterday's Ghost
02:50
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Yesterday's ghost dances on tomorrow's tightrope.
memories bleed through cracked porcelain,
each shard a half-remembered dream.
The clock ticks backwards, sand castles crumble in reverse.
Eastern winds carry forgotten names,
faces fade like Polaroid snapshots in the sun.
Time is a thief, a ravenous beast devouring the past.
We grasp at smoke,
clutching fragments of almost nothing...
In the depths of the obsidian mirror,
truth becomes a distorted reflection,
We are prisoners of the present,
haunted by the ghosts of what might have been.
Remembrance is a fragile essence;
easily broken, lost in translation from past perfect to present simple.
Yesterday's ghost still dances on tomorrow's tightrope.
Not as stable.
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Struck A False Chord
05:58
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Maybe today you have
become a standing ovation
with your ankles struck by lightening
in deep sea water,
not yet trusting
not yet there yet
not far from hell.....
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