Relationship

The Surreal Token

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In fields danced
The howling tornadoes
Where did we go?
A voice wearied from
The dark censored hosts

Feeling old, pills were taken
And laughter misplaced,
Into the Samaras box,
Of the museum floor

As moles dream,
Be the world
Be the king
Ruling time’s
Borrowed tempo

Disordered grandeur
A shrouded relief
From the subjective
Neglected overcrusted
Microwaves,
And ignored lint
Covered floors,
To slip on
For divorce is conjured,
Only in the tempest’s mind

What lies ahead?
A tunnel out,
To our 21st century
Artifacts
A layered forest
Of fordite trees
Where you cut off
A piece to keep,
To heal as your
Modern token

Walkin towards
A rosette memory,
Beamin an old song,
From afar,
That you wrote
Underneath a point
Above the dipper
Your veins were a freezin…
“With all the colors in the room,
Why did your’s have to be blue?”

For: Ben
Words: Nara
Art: Lucas Samaras

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FEIST                                        🎶💓🌸🌑🌸💓🎶

You know when you love a singer so much, that when you hear they came out with a new album… your beyond thrilled… that tears are streams of joy. For six years I’ve wished for this day, had to share it! Springs here with Feist’s sixth album, well technically its full release is in April. But they released the song Pleasure

here it is…

[Verse 1]
Get what I want
And still it’s a mysterious thing that I want
So when I get it
I make sense of a mysterious thing
‘Cause I’ve taken flight on such a serious wing
I, and you are the same and
Either fiction or dreaming

[Pre-Chorus]
We know enough to admit
We know enough to admit
We know enough to admit

[Chorus]
It’s my pleasure
And your pleasure
It’s my pleasure
And your pleasure

[Verse 2]
Oh, an echo calls up the line
An indication of time
Our togetherness
That is how we evolved
We became our needs
Ages up inside
Escaping similar pain
Dreaming safe and secure
Generations in line
Old and then the youth
Come to meet or fade
A chromosomal raid
Built by what we got built for
As much as what we avoid
So the mystery lifts

[Pre-Chorus]
We know enough to admit
We know enough to admit

[Chorus]
It’s my pleasure
And your pleasure
It’s my pleasure
And your pleasure
That’s the same
That’s what we’re here for!
Pleasure, it’s my pleasure
It’s my pleasure, it’s my pleasure
That’s what we’re here for!
Pleasure, it’s my pleasure
It’s my pleasure, it’s my pleasure
That’s what we’re here for!
Pleasure
Pleasure
Pleasure
Pleasure, oh

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Lyrics that play over: Regina Regina “Small Bill$ “

Currently my favorite song…Just had to share 🙂

 

“Small Bill$”

His destiny was just too big to spend
So he broke it into smaller bills and change
By the time he’d try to buy the things he needed
He had spent it all on Lucy’s and weed and
He had spent it all on chips and Coca-Cola
He had spent it all on chocolate and vanilla
He had spent it all and didn’t even feel it
He had spent it all and didn’t even feel it

Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
[x2]

All the poets in the alley coughing up blood
And their visions and their dreams are coming up red
They can neither wake up or go deeper
But it’s so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper

It’s like awakening a bear in winter
To feel the reckoning of hunger sprinter
He’s gonna stretch his claws and feel his power
And you are gonna know your final hour

Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
[x2]

Better get a head start, start running
While you were skimming from the top was sunny
But all the weather ’bout to turn real crummy
‘Cause everybody gonna want their money
Yeah, everybody gonna want their money
Better get a head start, start running
Better get a head start, start running
Cause it’s about to get so unfunny

All the poets in the alley coughing up blood
And their visions and their dreams are coming up red
They can neither wake up or go deeper
But it’s so dangerous to wake a deep sleeper

Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na
Na na na, na na na na, na na

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Mine Na Poem 8.

Hannah Rae Lark

Hannah, you always soared higher than the skylark. Your dawn song, the loudest, banishing all the darkness of our childhood days.

I often tried to mimic the way you caught their attention, your energy, your beauty, your unshattered confidence—how you sought more life then the day could bring.

You showed me how to be brave through all our youthful escapades. Held my hand when we jumped into that crystal dusk lake.                                                              It’s okay, the fish will only caress your legs. 

When we climbed out on that roof, it mattered not what season…The country midnight fields echoed our laughter. Your voice booming the loudest and aliveness for the both of us.

When did you start banishing the day? Throwing fire at the sun?                                                      You’re battling against your strengths.

Yes, there is time to lie under the grieving rock, but the moss has begun to grow on top. And the air pockets are closing in on your withdrawal. It must be hot!? 

In the stark night, you pour poison down your throat, but you’re not meant for this bitterness. Even so you broke your wing, the dawn still misses your summoning.

I’m only your little sister, but I’ll fly and sing out…Tell the sun you’re just under the shade. That your song will shimmer in the reflective morning again. Once your done being the Nova of the night.

Poem and Photo by : Naomi Ruth S. W.

Video: Heather Nova – Throwing Fire At The Sun

 

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Lyrics that play over 

“when it’s said in the dark and you know it’s always there

when it’s dead in our heart but your mind is unafraid

when it’s said in the dark and you know it’s never coming back

when it’s there in your heart in your mind you set it free.”

Song: Flatlands                               Chelsea Wolfe/ Mark Lanegan(wonderful cover) Painting: Mark Rothko

 

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