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Damascus
01:41
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[Damascus]
A troubled heart troubled still as I walk in the valley of the shadow of death but Im the shadow of that valley as I strike them with one rod while another comforts them why wont they die as I strike them with My Left as your right upholds them all Ill kill them inhale Ill kill them exhale Ill kill them inhale so on and so forth I walk as the dust of My sandals covers their face while Mine is clean Mine is pristine following none but MySelf on this dusty Damascus road and then—
a Light . . .
i’m Yours . . .
an Emanating Illumination
eliminating all i thought i knew.
a Light i’ll see no more until
i see Your Face again.
There-
in that Place where every taste
is satisfied;
every desire fully known,
and consummation here,
but until such appointed time
i wait . . .
and endure . . .
a darkness, a pain, a thorn:
a longing for the Light
that keeps me running-
keeps me racing.
a longing for the Light . . .
a longing for the Sight
that took mine,
but left me not in darkness
then, now, and nevermore.
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instrumental
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Tiled Tastebuds
04:36
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Unbridled passions for the one true me
and everything under heaven.
The dance of hairs under surface cool
swaying with the tide.
The blue of lifeless lips lie cold
against the tasteless tile.
Dead by the arrow missing its mark
form the folly of man before.
Come desire me, come inspire me,
come require me, come . . .
Break the surface with your grasp.
Wrap your arm around me.
Enfold me in the breath of life
and know me. Know me!
Every thought, motive and act
for everything but you.
Affections failing faithful callings
from everything within, without.
Come desire me, come inspire me,
come require me, come . . .
The depths of death are all I know-
I’ll never go to you.
Will you break the surface cold
and know me? Know me?
Come desire me, come inspire me,
come require me, come . . .
for if you don’t, I never will.
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Unhindered Waltz
06:35
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Little Girl, don't look away.
Broken, forsaken, and gone astray.
Abandoned by those you loved the most;
left alone in the dusty house
waiting just to live and love again
I turn the knob, walk in the door,
I go up the stairs, straight up to you,
and with tears my eyes ask:
Dance . . . let’s dance . . .
You are dark but lovely to me,
and you have let your vineyards go to waste.
But I will bring new wine
in new wineskins to you.
Little Dove, come out from the cleft of the rock;
away from those who’ve raped and beaten you,
those whom you’ve loved and sought.
The bruises you bear from tainted exploits of past Protectors:
let me do the painful work of healing your wounds,
but for now, just dance . . .
I sought you as an orphan,
I brought you to my home.
Though you never loved me,
I’ve always known your name.
Before the foundations of all the earth I’ve loved you.
Before you’d done anything either good or bad in my eyes.
I sought for you, fought for you, bought you and brought you to me.
It was so you could feel and know what true love was.
So go with me, grow with me, love and adore me as I will you.
So not for what you’ve done, but because of who I am, let’s dance . . .
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Limited Adornment
03:34
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Verse 1:
My left hand
rings out against the wine glass
Your reddish-hue
still burning upon the edge of yours.
A simple business meal
suddenly changes tone.
My hand receives
a gentle touch;
My ears receive
a simple proposition.
Chorus:
You want me to love you
and I do.
But not in the way you wish.
The right that you want to own
is just for my bride alone-
the one i sealed with my kiss
You want me to love you
and I do.
But not in the way you want
The right to know me as one
is just for my bride alone-
the one i sealed upon my wrist
Outro:
But I long for thee with a poet’s heart
but a poet’s words are never enough,
To express on paper, in verse or voice
just what’s going on inside.
So as a soldier will die for his nation alone
and a martyr for his cause.
So will a lover give Himself
just for His Bride . . .
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instrumental
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Image
07:11
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There once was a boy, given a mystical box.
He opened it up and found a magic paintbrush.
Enrapt in its charm, he placed it into his hand.
And the colors swirled
And paint flew around.
And the brush took his hand
and moved it about.
He stood there staring, for half an hour or so
Eyes wet against the beauty before him.
In some strange way, he felt he was made for this,
but something was missing.
Enraptured by Beauty, captured by Love,
but the cares and loves of a boy, drew his heart away.
For a time . . .
This boy now a teen, caught up in girls, cars, and life
Looked under his bed, and found a box from his past.
And the colors swirled,
and Beauty restored
and the canvas filled,
but something still lacked
Enraptured by Beauty, captured by Love
but the passions and dreams of a teen, drew his heart away.
One last time . . .
This boy now a man, acquainted with pain of life
His reason to guide him, and his passions to fill.
One day in the attic, some boxes fell where he stood
And the colors swirled
And Beauty restored.
And he stood there once more,
a man now in tears.
Enraptured by Beauty, captured by Love
something still missing, but now he knew what.
And he dipped his brush in the darkest crimson,
and drew it across, across the canvas.
and in that same moment
and he was there . . .
The red he just drew, stood in the sky before him
and the green lay beneath his feet
and yellows and oranges were high up above all around him
he was there . . .
in the Beauty, in the Art, in all his soul was made for
and he looked down, in his hand
and in his hand, was the hand of Beauty
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Spread your treason throughout the land, O Prince.
Try to declare yourself as not my own.
My Kingship will be yours one day.
I will make it so . . .
For the sake of my Kingship, I’ll make you a King
I’ll remove the treason from your lips, so you can sing my name.
I’ll allure you in to exile, just to hear my whisperings.
I’ll let you walk, and I’ll break your leg, just to give you everything.
I will make into the heir, I made you then
I’ll show you my decrees are not for naught
I will do whatever it takes to bring you
to your home, to your King
For the sake of my Kingship, I’ll make you a King
I’ll remove the treason from your lips, so you can sing my name.
I’ll allure you in to exile, just to hear my whisperings.
I’ll let you walk, and I’ll break your leg, just to give you everything.
Run as please.
You will persevere.
For I’ve decreed it so - as your King
My cherished Prince- whom I love
How dare you believe that you could relieve
yourself of my calling for you.
For you are my son,
and I am your King!
For the sake of my Kingship, I’ll make you a King
I’ll remove the treason from your lips, so you can sing my name.
I’ll allure you in to exile, just to hear my whisperings.
I’ll let you walk, and I’ll break your leg, just to give you everything.
my son . . .
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Double Your Pleasure?...
03:48
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Why do you look at me like
the last kid that’s left against the wall?
Not picked for the proverbial
game of eternal dodgeball.
It’s because you didn’t even come
to the brick wall for me to choose.
Because you didn’t have it stirred
in you to come and hear the news.
Truth be told all those I picked never had it
stirred within themselves to come in the first place
Until I called and told them what to do to wake
up from the slumber from under neath they stayed from grace.
It’s not that they were better suited for the game
they were picked for and you say that you reject
it’s just the nature of the game that I have rigged
to beat the other side with those you’d least expect
But now you stand before me now
pointing a finger to accuse
me of injustice towards you but
just look down and contemplate your shoes.
See the ground on which you argue from
is it not blacktop from that brick wall?
that place to which you’ll only come
when you have finally heard my call?
So, come . . .
Come . . .
Come away. . .
from all that’s pleasured you to me, your pleasure . . .
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instrumental
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