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Dreams Music Playlist Poetry

Please Don’t | A Playlist Poem

Please Don’t Make Me Worse
A Poem in 50 Songs

Runtime: 3h 8min

It won’t be long now
before you make me worse
we work
                 with young blood
helicopter hearts
                         too close
dancing tango del fuego
                       imagining …
when your heart stops beating
you watch my booty swing
 which has you thinking nasty things
like  Voy a tocarte toa’

and to me?
       you’re just a dream
                 one I contemplate all night
es un secreto que no lo dire
                          with a brimful of asha
I yield to this moment of surrender
                  awake, you’re a daydream
    & I admit it’s been a long time
since I’ve felt a higher devotion
   since I’ve felt sunshine on my skin
since I’ve been ready to fall
right here, right now
           everything changed

Not sure if I’ve got a fever
             or if I’ve got a man on my mind
but surely love is the drug
                                to make me feel fine
not black coffee and cigarettes
      now is not the time to hasten death

I always knew
              how to get it faster
in this state of flux
                        but in the end
              grandpa’s groove
like Cobrastyle
    is the bad touch

If you’ve ever wondered
       how to be a heartbreaker like me
don’t bother –
                                 the halo I wear
is just a dream
              I’m sunny and sweet,
                                       a candy girl
round like the moon
               lonely too, so please,
                     my darling be home soon

Don’t let me be your bad habit
                        (or make you worse)

gun to my head
                          I admit I’m overkill
    wondering if you’ll survive a wolf like me
with dread, let’s dance to joy division
            when all my heroes are tired, I say
I wanna dance with somebody like you instead

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Poetry Video

Coming Back Together

Once upon a time
I had another life
I had another job
I was to be a wife
and when the whole damn world
thought to come crashing down
I put on my big girl pants
and turned up my music loud
so this other life dissolved
and that job did disappear
the man was just a con
so I faced the loneliness I feared
what a gift that was
because it led me to this place
where the feeling is familiar
though I’ve met a different face
I thought I’d lost the rhythm
I thought I’d lost the rhyme
but I’ve found the dance again
will you help me keep the time?
I just can’t fight this feeling
I just don’t have the will
you stirred the past in me
and ignited the music’s thrill
and though the past’s behind
and the future’s quite unclear
one thing is for certain
I’m letting go of this damn fear

I recorded the poem Come Together (2021) – check it out on Youtube now, or revisit the original post to read along.

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Dreams Poetry

Mere Imputation

The space in here
       it is not clear
though she says
       it’s clarity

My mind is fog
       for this is wrong
though she says
       it’s sanity

I hear a siren’s call
       – or a fire alarm?
as she sings
       it’s raining men

If she’s a storm
       I wish to be her wind
though she says
       such wish is sin

If I fall in
       I know I’m fucked
though she jokes
       you’re just a crook

It’s just a test
       as she laughs at me
now she says
       suffering need not be

If happiness is mind
       I generate it from within
now she sings
       the world is yours to win

Oh! Elusive happy mind!
       on what do you depend?
now she jokes
       it’s in your head!

The space in here
       it is not clear
though she says
       it’s clarity

My mind is fog
       for this is wrong
now she begs
       oh just kiss me!

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Poetry

Come Together

Infinite

Endless

Space

You create your future today

Do not become overwhelmed by the opportunities
If What if is What is then Why not What if
Something fucking fantastic.

Let us come together like fire and ice
to create the perfect fog
to slowly uncover the puzzle
put together by sightless senses
somehow complete and smooth around the edges
Won’t you create intentionally with me?

Let us build a masterpiece of a life
reciprocity
boundless giving, love instead of fears
we have such fun to make
a home of sex and joy
transforming life 
for hearts we touch
and we strive to touch them all
with a swinger’s gift
unique lust lends
to love
after
all.

You showed me gypsy magic
under light of waxing moon
simple, soulful tunes,
banged out with wooden spoons
passed down from father to son
carved with mystic ruins
creating music for ear
hair raises on skin
I feel it on my neck
like hot breath
and scruff scratch
I feel it on my lower back
where kidneys rub tissue to soundtracks
my arching spine senses the divine
from this music made
so much more than sound tonight
as only magic that persuades
the body move separate from mind
out of control, dancing in time
to art brought forth from empty space
a fire burns within this place
a story comes forth from your lips
I’m dancing with it on my hips
it is hypnotic as I twirl
no longer human, no more a girl
a spirit, light and transformed, airy
you moved me with the music sound
so that my feet no longer meet ground
yet I dance, so moved by you
and you by my words
as you play your tune.

We came together this cold night
to create intentionally by candle light
both romantics, painfully, to core
wishing freedom from attachment
wishing for much more.
yet still finding the body
anything but a bore
because these human sensations
can be felt in each pore
Have you counted them recently? 
there are billions
yet we call it one piece
don’t see it fragmented
and wish for release – 
from what?

It’s the thoughts and desires
like three deadly poisons
like witches who snare
with unsolicited visions
inciting toxic ambition
that clings to an “I”
not found in team
not found in love
which only gives, lest I dream
and yearn to receive as much as I live
to selflessly, unabashedly strive
to get rid of the ego and get rid of my pride.

Until I have made much more progress here,
I just yearn for the music
to help me release fear
the magic is working
as the gypsies knew
the music is magic
and the music
is you.