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Let me eat the rye in Salem
and taste its black pandemic
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Let us not drown in our waters
stand up, we'll carry it home.
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Hush Darling, your skin is frozen white.
I bade you stand still and listen
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For those more interested in poetry, more will be coming soon. But until then, here are some songs I have written to fill the time.
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A phantom sorcery traces
the glaze of honey on my lips.
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Dear moments of snow time
O’ in the sign of June, waving.
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The hounds are up
(if you know what I mean).
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O’ flora be settled,
in ringlets of scarlet and three.
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We are both so spontaneous, right? Daring and loud.
Two snowflakes, lost in a crystal ball, spinning, weaving,
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Spirits that hail of the East,
I invite thee, young and willing
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I’m hiding behind the misdemeanour,
and tapping out, another beer.
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An archipelago of white fire
drew forever, a familiar beacon.
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Once had a friend,
with a fat lip and a bloody knife.
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Very important to me.
I'll love you forever if you take a peek. ^_^
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A poem followed by the secret recipe!
It might claim to have a lot of lines but that's mostly the recipe.
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I counted to myself, still mesmerized
by a sucker punch sticking to my sleeve;
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A survey thing I filled out. As far as I answered it, just keeping it honest and real.
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Every day, I notice;
rather chuckle, gross and haughty.
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I see it in your eyes.
Wandering. Passing,
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Daddy always played the ‘bad guy’,
He made Mother a dear wreck.
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It’s enigmatic, shifting ceaselessly; abroad a wider board and fitting together—
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Warning: This is a fictional humour piece featuring myself to help me manage my reluctant and feeble attempt to pass college-level chemistr
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Cracked and fading, is the bell-like whisper
between two hands, Mother and her music box.
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A new vocal piece. Lyrics are here.
There is a link with only music and vocal sketches.
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Poem written by Mairéad Murphy
“Rowan’s Voice: The Dragon Song” written and performed on Irish flute and feet by Mairéad Murphy
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Dark clouds were all the day’s new fancy.
She was ill in temper, bloated in health—
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My second vocal piece with orchestral accompany.
Lyrics and recording (yes, I sing again) here.
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“O’, the dryad whistling;
a coy rusting, mellow and mute.
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My first actual vocal piece with keyboard accompany.
Lyrics and music (yes, I sing) here.
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O’ pale moon beams,
come trickle and croon;
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Arise old creation,
clandestine beneath Gaia's elliptical phenomenon.
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