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Come Fly
01:17
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Come Fly
He wears the day on his wings
A sun and moon that has been light
Smooth sailing has been just and pure
Leaves clatter and dance behind feet
A warm whisper of air hits his neck
The ecstasy of Celtic minor keys
And drones echo his emotions
How the fruits of the day
Have given me plenty of imagination
Plenty of great spirits
Even through heavy rain clouds
Bursting at the simple word “stop”
The rays of sunlight snuggle in between
Greeting further wanderers
That may have forgotten how to fly.
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Adventure
01:51
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Adventure
The brush of adventure
How I long for its swift embrace
It’s that feeling of swords, ships and cannons
The very hill of a roller coaster
Your face hitting the wind
Water surrounding you and loving you
When it arrives, people are never the same
Something changes in the mind
Instincts and secrets
Pleasures are unlocked
The treasures foretold of ancients come flowing in
And we dance naked and innocent in it
Allowing it to make us young again
So many souls search for the Fountain of Youth
When it is already within them
To live is the greatest adventure
With time not guaranteed to us
The earth is our playground
Come.
Let us be free.
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3. |
Your Do Us Part
02:25
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Your Do Us Part
I yearn for the drunken nights of wisdom
A circle of like-minded minds
Echoing their lives in every single sentence.
Tainted eyes with laughter in late hours.
It’s a funny thing, missing someone as if they passed
When they are still awake with the living.
My guru was you at the turn of my life.
I would give a little bit of everything
To be in that Smokey alabaster room once again.
Just so I could have helped you as you helped me.
Even talking about you in past tense hunts
My every haunt that we could talk like brothers
What I have learned all these years…
Would it chop down your arrogance and
Would you actually listen?
I want to help.
I tried to.
But your battle is within your corpse
And you must find that old knight in there.
Alone.
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A Crush You Yet Know Of
She sits across from me
With breaths that are mild but warm
If you look closely, you can see crystals in her eyes.
They might as well be of diamonds.
I really don’t understand how the silence between us.
That sometimes engulfs the area around our bodies
Can make everything feel so pure and right.
You make me shake sometimes you know.
Your talents, your gentleness, your strong willed views,
Your everything…
I can’t explain why.
I never want to know honestly.
I know you don’t see your greatness
But I want to show you every time I speak truth
Towards the wind that is directed to you.
One day perhaps you will play the deck of cards
I will ask of you
But getting any words out have not yet revealed itself to me
Time will tell
Trust will fate us
And until then I’ll be here.
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Need Sparks, Will Travel.
Going through the same door
With two separate lives
I, a musician
You, a light bringer
The question lies the answer
On how much light one must bring
To realize our lives have become mundane.
And peace can only be absorbed through the eyes.
There is something by the laws of living
That makes us want to live fully
Yet a faint shadow grasps its arms
Around our neck wishing us to just stay put.
A future we promised ourselves would be of color and enlightenment
Forged kings into our every word
When our words are only of a beggars dream
Of love and love returning
I am of hope that these writings
Will spark my gentle soul
Into something magical.
That all shall see.
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My Ocean is Calm (I Suppose)
This ocean is calming.
It's a weird thing to experience.
It's strangely quieter than normal
With wider space for wider wiggles.
I honestly don't know what to do or feel at this moment.
Besides having this moment.
Which I believe is fine.
But worries me as well.
When you have accomplished your yearly goals
And you feel like there isn't any left you want to accomplish for now
Where do we go from here?
What is there more to do?
I have exhausted many of my emotions
From hard love to passion to despair to sadness to happiness to not giving anything to doing my best to doing my worst to throwing everything in the wind.
I'm in a limbo for now I have decided.
Which isn't a bad thing.
But is only bad if you stay in it.
I know I am worth it
I know that I have had a great impact on many lives
I know that I have what is called true love in me
I know that I provide this love to many and sometimes never get it in return or not the way I wished it to be returned
I know that I am.
I am.
So where do I go from here?
These tides are only ripples with what I can do
Yet what I want to provide is sometimes never enough or greater than this blue planet.
Time will tell.
It always does.
So my ocean is calm eh?
This is alright I guess.
I suppose.
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7. |
Om Shanti
01:43
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Om Shanti
Allow the glow to fill you
Don’t be afraid
No anger to shed
And if any
It will melt away
This is a place you haven’t been to for awhile
Where the earth stands still
Where you bathe in serenity
Your lungs fill with champa
Divine light overflows from your heart
Into your veins, tips of fingers, scalp.
What an easy thing to lose
The ever spilling of love and passion
That is in between your rib cage
Shanti. Shanti. Shanti.
To all. To us.
To situations around us.
Come searchers.
Be at ease.
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8. |
A Man Near The River
01:55
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A Man Near The River
There is a future to be foretold
For the man near the river
As childlike memories swift past him
Near the sunset of another yesterday
“I want to be an astronaut.” He used to say.
As he stares at the water as if there were galaxies to be discovered.
He dips his toes.
The sensation trickles from below
All the way through his spine.
This was a familiar feel and tune
That he has grown accustomed to
Yet it is something he misses
A yearning, but the ability to be able to
Is no longer a place he can see
A man steps out of the car nearby.
It’s time to go back to work.
Something that has claimed to be freeing
Or have the ability to be free
Is really the shackle and chain
That keeps him from floating into a great unknown.
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Float
02:54
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Float
When I think of the word float I think of you.
I think of the time we had taken late night walks across the bridge
Or the silence between us while looking towards a field of grass
These. Small. Moments.
We weren't walking, we weren't riding, we weren't running.
We were floating.
Simplicity was our ally of intensity because even moments of waking up to each other the very few times we did were greeted by smiles.
Things we take for granted with situations as this happening.
"I'm floating" she says as she looks at me. I only can nod at something so beautiful.
There is something about looking at every detail of someone's face, lips.. eyes. At every glance at every wrinkle, every flaw, every inch.. you fall in love more and more. To where you wear your defenses and suddenly you surrender due to grasp of her fingertips on your face.
"I too am floating" I said to her as I trembled to finally admit my secret.
We were then greeted by the emotions of ancestors greater than any bond a spirit world could conjure.
The kind where dancing becomes tribal. Where kissing becomes a summoning of wild warmth.
I couldn't stop looking into your universe we call eyes in our new language we have now created.
Many have asked of this very moment of what this felt like many shadows.
All I can say is.. "I'm floating"
As I always have since the moment I met you.
Even when you are far away, you are always with me.
A fire to my flame.
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Wrist Beads. An ode to Mantras.
Gentle path light my way
My existence, my soul to take
Let the trees tell my stories of old
Greet my choices, let me be bold
My footsteps to be warm and long
The decisions to find me for I am strong
May love cover everything within myself.
Dust the cobwebs inside my mind’s shelf
Rediscover hope when there is none
Make all tall tales of me when breaths are done
When doubt discovers my location
A sense of kindness, blooms my creations
If I am lonely, grant me a choice
To where others hear anthems within my voice
Lastly to steady my friends when they have drown
My actions to help them not be lost but found
Love in all corners
Stronger together.
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11. |
Old Magic
01:27
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Old Magic
Once upon a time
There was magic in these hands
With every touch a conjure
Of an entity of warmth and safe keeping
My lips would create spells
That can shake the very foundations
Of someone’s beliefs and causes
Believe it or not
Mages do exist all around you
I was once one that doubted existence
Of such a wild thing
But as I sit and write another chapter
With snow slowly turning this red beard into its camouflage
I believe in old magic
Because I use it when I remember to
That warmth is caring
That magic is hope
Though I may question it every now and then
It somehow finds a way to remind me
That I am not alone.
There is always another cast
There is always another person to cast
That lovely spell
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12. |
Welcome Back
01:26
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Welcome Back
I put you away for some reason
In between the song writing and years of confusion
But no matter what, words will start pouring
In showers of fire and marble
Everything after the battle cry to grow your leaves
Has led me back to the gold edges and fine lines
Of messages of hope and wonder and mystery
Within each story and research inside you
You were silent in my back seat
Making the rare whispers when moved by others
But I always knew in everyday that you were there
Open arms, crying welcome back
Thank you.
Warm coffee, pen in hand and you
My trusty book.
Guide me.
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Current Condition
02:06
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Current Condition
Antheia, where are you?
I’ve been dancing in a flame of comfort for 5 years
All gaps have been filled in my books of tales in these weary words but one
It shouldn’t matter, yet I dwell on it more than one man should.
I’m handcuffed to loneliness even though I’m surrounded by faces and warm hearts
I yearn to feel skin that radiates love for me
To where no matter what can be done is good enough for both of us
Where eyes that are emblems of every hope and fantasy
Come to play
I feel I have wasted so many wrinkles on worrying if I remain alone like this
But you, dear creature of loneliness keep me.
Within you it has now become a warmth that is soaking wet with obsession and confusions
I just want to see the trees the same way I did before.
Allow me that one thing
Until then, I await whatever comes to me.
Not for me, but my clan.
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14. |
This Time Of Year
01:45
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This Time of Year
As the leaves fall
The tree stems brimmed and ready
For the winter chill
The rain trickles for restoration
And recharge of the final call of colors.
How vibrant and sweet they are
Sounds of laughter and good friends comes near
We count the things we are thankful for
Watch as we rake up our memories
Watch as the reds, greens and ambers glow.
When the sun hits them just right
The air is much more open
Love starts pouring at your face
With every blade of wind that you come across
The smell of cinnamon and apples
Are drawing you in
Inviting you to get closer and rejuvenate
The world is its own poetry in this moment
Filling every word with speechless whispers.
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Leaf
02:21
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Leaf
As I laid in a pile of leaves, their brown shade covers me.
Almost betraying creamy chocolate.
Looking in the sky, I sigh and see a leaf falling from the branch of life.
But this leaf was different.
No this leaf was changed.
It had no brown on its stim or shape.
It was green like a lime.
As it came closer I put it out of its place in the air.
The brown leaves laughed at it.
When I told them to hush the leaf just shined in my hand saying no word for anyone to hear.
Silently I looked up when I heard a clatter.
In the air little colors were hitting the tree trunk as they were falling.
They were all different colors of red and green and slowly took over the pile of leaves.
The brown leaves cried as they withered away.
Now there was a new pile of leaves.
Shining in the sunlight.
The leaf in my hand smiled and joined the other leaves by flowing through my oxygen as I blew it faithfully.
I was laying in a pile of leaves.
Their colors betrayed green apples turning into strawberries.
Looking in the sky I sighed and saw a leaf about to change the world one person at a time.
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Ardor
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Ardor
She dances in star shapes
Crossing every inch of clouds a brain could conjure
Bathing naked in nothing but my love for her
What can a man do with such a powerful force?
To where yearning to be between her legs and
In between every vessel, vain and spirit
Consumes what’s left of the footsteps or breath he might of held back
She whispers, “Go”
He rushes like a child on a birthday morning
She shouts, “Help”
Armor torn and battered, he lifts his sword
Shimmering in the horizon
There are only tunnels when looking at her
The oval shape radiating warmth that shakes off any snow that may weigh down on his memory
Feeling primal in every bone
Draw near woman
And sparks will light this dark road
In tiny embers that lead to passion
That’s eternal.
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The Brit From The Trail
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The Brit From The Trail
Beautiful girl on the walking trail
How the smile you gave me still rings in my mind
You walked like you were dancing in confidence.
Your hair was a sun kissed red.
Every inch of you was bold and wonderful
Your accent was absolute poetry to me.
A simple hello
A simple smile
Lit my soul on fire.
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Depth of me (Written in a car)
Distraction, I need another
Check me out, put the tab on the table
I’m a cloud floating with a shadow underneath
Silence sometimes brings up what I dusted in corners
What to do with such information
With 6 years, a confidence to doubt
I expect fireworks when wicks aren’t willing
No spark as their wax is too afraid to melt
This brings echoes into mind that breed forever
And voices that remind me I’m alone on my quest
How many more shields will block my advancements
When all I want to do is grow a deed
Something that will live when I am not forever
More than being just a good man
But having a good woman beside me
I pour companionship but only good for shaking hands
Years of rejection paragraphs
With temporary friendships
You can see why I’m haunted with such words
Now this mask is off, time to put it back on
Continue gentle day, before I’m gone
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I Can
I can change trees from green to flakes of a fire
I can order fortunes with no whispers
I can move planets in tribal dances of virgin placements imbedded within other’s views and temples made of sand
I can build monuments out of memories from recent fallen heroes within this very book
I can pursue dreams of my ancestors before me
I hear their echoes in the corners of my walls
I can fall in love when no love is there to offer
I can smile to provide hope to those who have searched through trenches to find it
I can welcome hands of friends when mine have become too numb to hold much longer
With every I can, my chant only yearns to ring in your ears
That we are a universe of abilities
When you make your move, will your path be a reminder of your achievements and strength
Or of loss or regret?
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2am
01:34
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2 AM
Silence…
It’s quiet here
Hearing only the faint echoes of crickets
That sounded like the dust in my amp
Several hours ago
The night was filled with flames of passion
That bled onto strings, drums and keys
Though the bitter cold tried to veer us all away
A site and sound was to be bartered with
A sweat misted around the lights
The sirens sang us towards
Not towards rocks but towards friends of new and old
So many smiles…
Driven for the one cause of wanting to exist
And be written in other’s minds
Creativity is our solace
We sway to its beats together
In a stricter seductive way..
It controls us when we present ourselves on stage
Late night mantras on microphones and speakers
We the few, the music makers
Our lives bleed for your cries.
We are lucky.
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Assurance Sessions Lexington, Kentucky
Pete Wallace has been born and raised playing music in Northern Kentucky. Starting off with piano and then moving to strings, handpan and now synth, his Assurance Sessions (Starting out in 2010) span from Acoustic sets with songs about life lessons, pain, happiness and everything in between to Handpan Songs of soothing to synth loop sets filled with stories of old and new. ... more
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