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House of Blue
10:29
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There's a house in my dreams
Blue as the sky, with a trail to the sea
Deep in color as waves crashed in sync
I follow the sand, day in and day out
Graze the grass poking out
Like dead after the war
The ocean mirrored the storm
Far out where mountains were tamed
By waves that grew with the thunders note
Violent in all that is calm, tender for something so strong
I wait for the rain to take charge
See the fresh meet the sea
And vanish into the salt
She floats there above cloak n all
Face never shown, no mask just gone
I know her well
No name to the touch
Just a feeling I longed to be
A fire in the sand
It's something I can't stop chewing
Gristle I can't seem to spit out
This house that's ever present
This grass whose bloods been shed
The sea that meets the storm
And her fire in the sand
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Did Nay Worl?
05:16
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I saw it in golden lights
A smoke that makes the windows bind
Drifting in and out of sleep
Shadows moving from the space they keep
Dancing as the light fights them off
As the glass beneath caved at the thought
The sun glowed through the gaps tween my fingers
So small against my hand
Heavy on my shoulders
Clothes pasted onto the backs of a child's laugh
The smell of summer rang
As if it had never left
There's something in the way of what's right
A smudge on a photograph
Mistaken for ghosts at night
White ribbons of light that said they were there
Empty in the eyes but full in stare
There's a heart attack in that glare
Golden grass that waves in the air
There's a ghost on that face
Wiped off to keep things safe
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Zwei Hände
03:10
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There was a hand in hand
A drive through the dark from some distant land
I felt the piercing light off the back of my head
I wish that I could see her bare
As a wisp of smoke at the foot of the bed
Cocked with a smirk that says
"Don't I dare"
Dare to give
Trip my feet over the roots
Tongue out with no hands to catch
Hit the pavement in the winter sun
There was flow, effortless in it's challenge
A silence fearful that there'd be no calm
Just a laugh at a joke
A story retold more often than thought
It was given no name just a feeling
A sense of belonging
Warmth where the cold had left
Honey in milk for a sweetened tongue
And whispers softly spoken
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Für Immer and Always
11:44
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There was panic in the ice
Islands drifting across a frozen lake
Reflections disturbed in a morning light
A monument in it's awee
there was a sense of calm
Something to fall into
Too much to not say and nothing to say
I closed what I could
Jokes never in jest
Words between mouths in a state of unrest
It's slow in decay
The snake in my boot tightens
And the shake in my knee kicks the air
I've been bit by a memory
Armed with a gun that's too drunk to stand up
Uneducated, and not withdrawn
A dimple placed into head by thumb
Eyes crossed, and stretched thin
The ice that morning remains clear
Split in the water like curds from the whey
The memory went off a bat out of hell
Towering above the town
Stronger than all eyes could muster
Brittle in it's composure
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Philip Koehncke Richmond, Virginia
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