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The Gift of Pain
05:15
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From the depths, familiar
Core which formed us:
Blue fire, serrated, bittersweet song-cry
Riding unseen,
Spinning out of control.
Feels like death,
Thinking the worst is over
Finally lying in the sun.
Learning acceptance
And dragged again by the undertow
Merciless grind
Bring forth beauty--
Torn from me, worn from me.
This galaxy within mosaic of places
People I’ve been
Love I’ve won
Tears that felt
Like prayers
Reminding us to
celebrate our Journeys
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2. |
What It Is
04:58
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The cedar stung his nostril
As he rose with an ember. Bonfire like starshine.
A quarter moon sunk
Into his toes, his toes sunk
Into his sand, his sand dripped onto the stars
Floated on indigo water with his shadow.
He rose out of the shadow, past
the thorn of the past to speak
at the mountain top, to peak
At a place far from Cupid, far from
The spear that pierced his heart.
spoken:
The notes flew lonely from
Wonder
to despair, from feet in quicksand
to thoughts that sing
spectacular.
The light dripped off the tip
Of each leaf
The light gathered like dew
On the top of each blade of grass
Each needle bundled light
As the barren branch exhaled feet
That walked as light.
Where did you
Stand? When all the wind
garnered
all your light?
Did you hear the light sing?
I holed
Up in the cave
I straddled the mountain
Top of melancholy. I straddled a gale.
Oh lover come bed with me
Together we will glimmer
In the leaves of grass and the needles
Of barren branches. On dew feet.
And sweat.
Melancholy.
What it is.
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3. |
The Ride
04:03
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She’s mine, all mine
This jet black rag top convertible
Some days we cruise
Smooth and easy
Her steering wheel
Perfect for my
fingers and palms.
Her bucket seat holds me
Keeps me snug and tight
Every time.
Playing tunes to oblivion to
drown out that nasty tasting
jibe lodged deep in my brain
If stars are cars
I’m shining bright
Fuel my flight
With ancient light
At 72...
She knows me,
she’s my co-pilot, I’m her chauffer
only back roads will do
Top down
Tall trees
Like giants
watching our
slow parade to
anywhere
watching our
slow parade to
anywhere...
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4. |
Somewhere to Swim
05:36
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Where do I find my peace? Where do I find my peace?
In those damp mossy parts of the woods
In the roots and the branches of the trees
In those moments when stagnant humidity
Is blown away by a fresh welcome breeze
One that tickles the hairs on the backs of my knees.
When I’m outside, in nature, I can be, I can breathe.
I feel like my real self-- grounded but free
Every cell in my body trusts my breath- they trust me.
And I wonder:
is everyone this enamored of trees?
Does everyone love them? It isn’t just me.
And this feeling I feel? It isn’t just peace.
It’s surrender.
It’s being humbled by the
beauty that this planet engenders.
I see the towering trees, the smiling clouds, and the serene river
And my heart starts to beat faster and my spine is all shivers
And I want to breathe this memory in
So it can travel through my bloodstream like oxygen
Because this is what keeps me all-the-way alive
This is what I need to be free, to fully thrive.
I need sunshine and rain on my skin
I need to embody the body I’m in.
I need forests for ease
I need water for peace
I need long walks and
somewhere to swim.
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Marielle Allschwang Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Vocalist, multi-instrumentalist, and member of Milwaukee-based ensembles Collections of Colonies of Bees and Hello Death, Marielle Allschwang sits at the center of the band she has named The Visitations. At times gentle and beautiful, at others brutal and terrifying. ... more
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