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Waves
02:57
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If I was the sun alone in the sky,
With distant planets floating by,
I would yearn for contact
Though my light would blind their eyes.
But there is one gift I’d give
That might help them all to live -
My particles of photons may
Propagate the skies.
I’d send them waves,
Send them waves,
Send them waves.
I’d send them waves.
If I was the ocean vast and deep blue,
I may never run into you.
But my ripples you might feel
As you dip in a toe or two.
And the sand on the land may band together
Forming a castle that wouldn’t last well.
But as you stroll on the beach I might reach you
With my lapping waves of blue.
I’d send you waves,
Send you waves,
Send you waves.
I’d send you waves.
If I was a child, so quite beguiled,
On my first bus ride to school
Rusty lunchbox and favorite socks
Pulled up to my ears,
I’d look outside the window
At your face dripping with tears.
I’d reach my tiny hand up
Assuaging all your fears.
I’d send you waves,
Send you waves,
Send you waves.
I’d send you waves.
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Tortilla
04:23
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An earthen tortilla wrapped up in a wooden sleeping bag.
A micro-expression betrays that I am feeling sad.
Branches assembled in a tent filled with embers.
Though the fire goes out, the light is remembered.
A delicate tourniquet hurts a bit, but keeps us from sleep.
The sticky gauze, gives us pause.
We sigh because the wound is too deep.
And I don’t want to sleep quite yet.
I might just forget to forget.
I heard your voice calling from the clouds.
But the sky opened up.
The sky opened up - and you were not there.
The canvas starts melting as it mocks our behavior.
The colors we taste are the ones we don’t savor.
A tree filled with stones just waiting to fall.
You stood underneath when I felt too small.
A tightened string is everything we need to sing,
So hand me a verse.
I’ll play for you, as lovers do.
It’s nothing new, but it could be worse.
And I don’t want to sleep quite yet.
I might just forget to forget.
I heard your voice calling from the clouds.
But the sky opened up.
The sky opened up - and you were not there.
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Beautiful Day
02:00
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Wasn’t it a beautiful day?
Wasn’t it a beautiful day, love?
But what of heartbreak and all the souls who ache?
Today I saw you!
Today I saw you, love.
Wasn’t it a beautiful day?
Wasn’t it a beautiful day, love?
But what of pain, I cannot change?
Today we saw us!
Today we saw us, my love!
Wasn’t it a beautiful day?
Wasn’t it a beautiful day?
Beautiful …
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Be the Light
03:53
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Be the light.
Softness, when hard things come.
Let in your tenderness.
Be the love.
Enemies and friends, ripples flow to all.
Let go your resistance.
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A crack of light, and down we go.
Fingers worn from ice and snow.
Souls are warm though skin is cold.
My love, we’ll never grow old.
The ember caught and the flames erupt.
The warmth distracts from a life abrupt.
Snowflakes melt and the sun pours in,
Smiling where our footprints have been.
Smiling where our footprints have been.
A love that streams our tears.
A light that needs more years.
No news is good.
We always understood.
Time ensures all our fears.
Time is short now, and rest you need.
Your body slows and my heart bleeds.
Clutch my hand while the darkness takes hold.
My love, we thought we’d grow old.
My love, you’ll never grow old.
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Haiku
02:07
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Morning light, fresh dew
Love, I wrote you a haiku
Seventeen sweet sounds.
Daybreak, and stars sleep.
The clouds form and the sky weeps.
Rain falls, the ink seeps.
Rorschach of words lost.
Ebony swirls of my thoughts.
Paper, melting frost.
The pen dries, lead breaks.
Sonnets are torn and hearts ache.
Heavens rend, earth quakes.
Smile forms a heart stent.
Sound is comfortably silent.
Words fail and day spent.
Morning, a fresh view.
Love, though I lost your haiku.
Poetry is you.
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My Devil's the Storm
05:10
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You were the hologram that my hand just slipped through.
You were the followed lamb, but the shepherds lost you.
You were the poem, the nightmare, the flake of snow,
That melted as soon as it formed.
You were the pentagram.
But my devil’s the storm.
You were the mirror that distorted my face.
You made me see clearer - I’d fallen from grace.
You were a thousand tiny embers
That could never keep me warm.
You were the raindrop.
But my devil’s the storm.
You were the jester when I was locked in the tower.
While I was sequestered, you would tunnel for hours.
And you broke the bricks of my prison
With your shank forged from a spoon.
You lit up the sky, while I turned off the moon.
Now wax from the candles has erased these five points.
But my soul is a scandal that no priest could anoint.
And the rag of my penance is drenched
With the scent of your heart’s chloroform.
I tricked your angels to get lost in my storm.
You were the seraph when my devil was born.
But I built us a shelter - now come out of the storm.
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October Ember Columbus, Ohio
October Ember explores the light and dark. Sometimes playful, sometimes poignant, their music is a cross- pollination of
dreamy indie lounge, Euro-cafe, and folk-rock.
jennifer dutiel – vox, melodica, synth, ukulele, percussion, glockenspiel
kevin holland – guitar, synth, ukulele, percussion, flute, kalimba, engineering
troy kunkler - percussion, vibraphone
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