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Powers That Be
04:09
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Singing of magic, lady of the mist
You vanished into the forest
Shape changing face, reckless with age
You spoke of a spirited place
Oh the powers that be that took over me
Oh the powers that be that took over me
Shimmering ripples spread and they stop
White waves, the tide is sobbing
Reflections changed by the chaotic sea
Caught between the ocean and me
Oh the powers that be that took over me
Oh the powers that be that took over me
Whispers of a fortress of cloud stone
Old men working, an army of drones
Ten thousand spies, around me disguised
Oh the powers that be that took over me
Oh the powers that be that took over me
Oh the powers that be that took over me
Oh to nod at the mention of energies
Oh to question the thought of eternity
Oh to leave a promise for uncertainty
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The City That Burned
03:24
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In a previous life, I did not complain
I lived like a hermit, I bathed in the rain
I sat on the hillside with a creek rolling by
The city was burning, the smoke filled the sky
In a previous life, my tongue it swore
Never train mine or another's hand for war
Because before that I had slaughtered at will
Battered and brainwashed only to kill
In a previous life, I wrote and I sang
Poems and ballads of love and of pain
I wandered between towns with debris in my hand
Though I was weary, I traveled the land
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Frayed Stampedes
03:46
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Strong arms for a boy of ten
Scribbling in water, with a branch for a pen
Royal swans, white wings to the wind
He met her there, where beauty had been
Looming frost on the twisted tree
Are you as lost as you want to be?
Awaken eagle from your dreamless sleep
The cliff grew tall, and the crevice deep
Frogs were singin' at the podium
Sirens were croakin' to the ancient drum
Draped in cloth with a mask to see,
Are you as free as you want to be?
Morning glories stolen in their sleep
Like half told stories voiced eagerly
Frayed stampedes treading carefully
When the wind blows, they move with me
Colorful shadows, as bright as the reef
Do you see what you want to see?
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Washboard Song
02:37
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5. |
Stack of Dust
02:40
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I had a dream I was drowning in my things
Waves of excess closing slowly
I had a dream all I had to change was me
And eventually, it would change society
Rocks on the hillside, rocks on the shore
I’m keeping up and you’re keeping score
Moss on the barrel, moss on the trail
I asked a riddle, you told a tale
Someone’s pocket, someone’s back
You make the dust, I make the stack
Someone’s feather, someone’s quill
You said a word, but I’m talkin’ still
America had a dream, but she was deceived
A slave to paper, slave to greed
I had a dream I was drowning in my things
Waves of excess closing slowly
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St. Maria in Aracoeli
03:43
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Once with hair the color of the bark
Of a great oak
Now you stand stark
Not yet soaked
From the rain that floods your wrinkled skin
Silver wisps streak down your face
Slivers within
The deepest grays
Just like in
The eroded rivers where you’d played
Fifty years you were away
Colorful threads
In vibrant skeins
But then you were lead
To return to the town you’d fled
There were stairs the height of Zeus
Made of stone
Rotting loose
You climbed alone
In the shadows of a home you’d known
From the top of the church stairs
Umbrellas open
Like quilt squares
You admire
The choir of the drops of rain
Once inside the angels taunt you
Dancing fire
Your visions haunt you
And to the spire
You inquire the good of its vantage point
Your footsteps go forth as echoes
Just as waves
Follow a swimming ghost
And betray
Those who intend to seek unseen
You leave, a thread tied to the door
Spool spinning
Between your fore-
Finger and your thumb
You’re numb, the tapestry grieves
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Adrienne Edson New Orleans, Louisiana
Dream weaver, soul-spinner, stardust-eyed poet based in New Orleans, LA
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