Saltfield's Songs

At the edge of the shore I go,

A boundary to what seems like sea,

Love are the little ones milling about,

Coming and going with the flow.

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Droplets taste like nostalgia,

The noir of a cinema dream,

Transatlantic crooning swans,

Drunk on endless possibility.

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Delightful diversions,

Distractions make the mundane whole,

Sand in my swimsuit brings me back,

Holistic evaluations.

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Unsettled words run rampant here.

If coral grew around my heart,

Could I feed this ocean of warm feelings?

Oh those whispers under streetlight corners,

With your sparkling constellation eyes,

Did we believe they could ever escape us?

Dream your imagination into mine.

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Facets jeweled every edge,

Even darker words seemed resplendent.

Oh how I grasped deep for those fantasies,

When our realities grew dependent.

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Your mysterious misgivings halted.

Silent tapping on the window sill...

I leaned on you like a summer's breeze,

When every light burned out and fell.

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How could you find us somewhere else?

Star crossed lovers in a heartbeat sky.

Clouds came and covered what we had,

Terror shapes by hourglass,

I'm green, defiled in mold,

Breathing your spores I hold,

On this languid summer porch.

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I feel you coursing through me,

Sick, upturned, wellsprings spent,

Like my own ghost is truant,

Foreign to the home I call.

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Dance in the shambles, curdling,

Spin the dizzying rot of emotion,

Newspapers dated to a world in motion,

As the sun blots cold in my eyes.

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Never was a winter like this.

Frost smitten where glass meets sand,

Mountains fall at the turn of a hand.

Blind eye, cold shoulder, divine.

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Hurry, disillusionment, curry.

Spur me in fulminate blasphemy,

Devolution is a stone age mystery,

It hurts me; I forget.

My little urchin of woe,

Poke and prod with your willingness,

Train us how to feel so full.

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How you scooped my icecream heart,

Leaving coconut, paper white,

Stuck deep inside my broken teeth,

I lie with you in the limelight.

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Disney, corrugated paper craft,

Storybook never afters.

Sink or swim, I still can't breathe,

Guide my neck toward the rafters.

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Choose me, why can't I?

What seems special any more?

Flecks of pigment look like life,

Sharp tongue, dagger blade,

Writ my scalpel how it's made,

Trust was broken, little window,

Pain inside me, pain inside.

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Little pieces strewn askew,

Why'd you break them, I ask you?

Picked and packed like little rats,

Squeak my bones beneath your shoe.

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Revival! All we need is revival.

Revolving the alchemist's vial.

Drink me up, see it as good.

Oh hunger, drive me mad.

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Catch again the catching can,

Dust is wearing your face again.

Let it go, boy, let it go.

The wherewithall to wear without,

Withholding of our withering doubt,

When winter whelms with worried wails,

Mine are fantasy-engrained decisions,

Hallmark-entrant, Colosseum-hearkened.

Might of mine betrays that cordial spirit,

Earth, it spins delusions to the darkened.

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Pick a card from fifty-two long faces,

Twinning heads of state with chilling statures.

Perfect pair with daggers drawn on aces,

Pinning their perfection to your heartbreak.

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Draw your mind as I once drew these sorrows.

Drink the cup which spills of anxious ichor.

Words lay long upon my evening's shadows,

A trick of the light.

My throne is a case study,

Power structures unsteady me.

What I love is contradicting.

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I heard deep words of wonderment,

Stepping stones to lift me up.

How it led the hero's journey on,

While villains plot abscondence.

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I was made to be a star,

The king of lands both near and far,

Rooted every fiber into them,

A wander leading nowhere.

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From the dust I call my name,

Even echoes don't reply.

When I stand to face the other line,

A rare and regular weekday treat,

So sweet and simple,

Chocolate in a mouse's face,

Though I've long forgotten the taste.

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Stilted legs and a robin's egg,

Sketches of imagination,

In the corner of the yard.

When were you discarded?

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Starlit steps through ecstasy,

Paved between my bones.

Where footfalls echo beyond,

Deafness takes the sound.

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When my ghosts return,

What was dead begins to burn.

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Reminders bring the former bind,

Unwinding lines I've bound to time,

A king in mind, but peasant kind,

Fascinate me with something I've never seen,

Take me somewhere that I won't believe,

It doesn't matter if I've had it before,

I need a vacation, or at least something more.

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My 9 to 5 has gotten to be such a bore.

Lying in bed feels like I'm glued to the floor.

I'm not unhappy, but I'm not overjoyed.

I need a vacation from being employed.

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Life's all about adventures every day,

At least, that's what all the happy people say,

It's not like I'm tired, I'm just so wide awake,

Now I want to build, so let's take a break.

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I'm moving goalposts, and it seems unfair,

Yeah, I'm not busy, but could it be elsewhere?

I want to soak this world up like a sponge.

I need a vacation, so let's take the plunge!

We frolic through the fields,

Of fingers clawing at our heels,

As the aforementioned lie awake,

Home of hearts long abandoned.

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Guidance grants us amnesty,

Alembic anchors distilling.

Are we fore or aft condensate,

For hands that cling remains?

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I am the honor that binds us,

Like a poison, sweet and noxious.

Life through death to hedonism,

Where we all die ever brighter.

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It's my own hands that chase us.

We who are one in the Animus.

Cleave my intentions unerringly;

Murder my mom, take my wife,

Steal my sons and end my life,

Bring me into your paradise,

Your wondrous world of ideals.

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You swell with the fat of ambition,

Bursting with the moan of birth cries.

Drunk on the powerful aphrodisiac,

That you are, in all ways, justified.

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How the rational bends catatonic,

As commonly apportioned rights,

Forsook, now vitriolic?

It must be the only explanation.

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Start with their Emblematics,

Ride their curtsey in opposition,

As these talking heads grow insipid,

I know that you'll never listen.

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They take your mom. They take your wife.

They steal your sons and end your life.

Welcome to your paradise,

I am you. You are me.

Our bodies revolt.

Whole in spirit,

Minds in tumult.

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We're both the truth.

Our worlds are lies.

Let us trade hands,

Let us make ties.

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Kinking our roads,

Knots in the string.

Who hinders growth?

I'm wondering.

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Am I you? Are you me?

I'm not sure.

We're slowly dying.

Oh sweet do I relish our days,

Fresher than apples or daisies,

Flavorful anguish, starving for you,

Loveliest of spring afternoons.

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It's the elm-wrought dappling blanket,

Picnic spread beneath his branches.

Laid back against your gentle smile,

I ask of our life with sandwiches.

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Your bite is faltering, slipping,

A tomato falls, red as your blush,

Your quiet voice, carried on the wind,

Nods to my own silent hush.

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"Where the light comes through leaves,

Why aren't we greener pastures?

This tree has seen more than lovers,

But I only see roots in fractures.

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Divided deep in compromises,

Yet shallower fields starve me.

While I dream the great horizon's voice,

You muffle a minced menagerie."

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Gentleness? Oh bitterest howling.

Accursed are the flowers we grew.

If only they'd wither alongside,

The gardens I planted for you.

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Axe to Elm of Eternity,

Fallow what follows my fault lines.

World without these pestering roots,

Bleak are countrysides I knew,

Borders crossed with wolf and bear,

Thirsty creatures feasting freely,

Our courses have diverged.

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Where's the fence of safety?

Backyard lands of pretend?

While the monsters stalk me,

Ghosts rise to take my hand.

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Can the dead speak for themselves,

To the wolf you love or bear you bore?

My words echo through their wood,

Stolen for a carnivore.

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Fell quick, prey inside your home,

Lockstep, swinging tooth and claw,

Catch the devils wreaking maelstrom,

Ladder rung, belltower briefs,

Lilting melody lift me higher,

Songs from the steeple, chasing,

Heaven's call in brass casings.

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Words from the watchtower.

Even the air turns to war.

Listen as the world rumbles,

To brambled ramblings, so humble.

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Their tones manifest a sight glass,

From bleeding hearts, it's plainly seen,

Mars' abundant boons enduring,

Many hands hold me down

With blurring barbs catching

The corners of my eyes,

I can't escape the sound.

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Repeated bruising blows,

Sets the candor purpling,

As our fate swings necrotic,

Your last breath slows.

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White little wings...

You wear such white little wings.

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Pluck out your eyes, cut off your hand,

Sever your lungs before your end.

The puff of your rancid breath,

Smells of mint on a cancerous Earth.

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Loft your faint stagnation,

Little white cloud,

Trying to obscure the sky,

We are blue in your imagination.

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To the prism of your mind,

We are no such light.

You are illumination,

In the prison of your mind.

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White little wings,

You wear such white little wings.

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Pluck out your eyes, cut off your hand,

Sever your lungs before your end.

The puff of your rancid breath,

Smells of mint on a cancerous Earth.

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Nothing is new here,

Under the same burning sky,

Little white cloud, you are,

Gathering gray with fear.

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Confess your reign,

Little white lies hold you up.

Rain pours from your face,

Onto the world you've disgraced.

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White little lies,

You bring such white little lies.

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White little lies,