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Cool Pool
04:04
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to be the cool pool
detached eyes of which embrace you
seeing all transparent calm
id rather not intimidate you
im attracted to within
where all i need can recognize me
and fully accepting
i drop the search sinking quietly
into the folding understanding
layers of life and trust expanding
i am the seal of fate and crumbling
ever more and more becoming
i can hold you loose or tightly
and satisfy my own needs
baby dreaming of your wholeness
minds reciprocate enjoy this
taking every chance i can
to deepen love you see these hands
extending above weightless free
i feel you using my gravity
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Sanguine Humus
04:51
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under the rocks and bones
i go to find my home
under the pressing leaves
i absorb energies
following a trail of seed
growing spreads inside of me
darkness of the earth
come forth to quench my thirst
keeps me safe while sleeping
keeps me quiet while hunting
blanket rocks and bones
blanket to find my home
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you hear what you want to hear
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Mossy Back
02:41
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I slept in the bed of Jack-in-the-Green
and now I am known by the lovely May Queen
it's not for my looks or so soft the virgin
I'm old and I'm tough with a rough hewn chin
I'm sad when I'm lonely and I come out when it rains
and that's when I met the great Green King
that's how he found me, wrought on the moss
so he blessed my back that I'd never be lost
I didn't carry flowers, not feathers nor moths
I carried a babe, swaddles in rust
I found her! I cried, and we slept side by side
and in the dawn I arose a whole song to sing
for the babe was my pride
and for a night- Jack my King.
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5. |
Overgrown
03:15
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Come sit by my fire in the coldest of Winters,
and drinks will be raised in the light of your eyes
Over hearth over table and warmest rug woven
Hallowed be this homestead my dearest of friends
Indeed there are troubles, and plenty of sorrow
irksome for such bounty of mans cornered fears
Askew in their lonesome beds, sweating with nightmare
A hand to hold, heart to hold won’t be scorned here.
Come join now the laughter is wholesome and healthy
The laughter for shameless mistakes made of thee
To grow up in safety regarding the darkness
remembering sweet moments never again to see
As torment was coiled in the bottom of secrets
You jumped over the fire and your dreams lost their hope
For year after year there was nothing but anger
And nothing was toiled for your misery won
Not brazen, not young, anymore there let fallow
But wild paths are ran upon, callused are soles
Arms keep reaching out for the powdery pollen
Prolonged is the life of a flower that bows
Come sit by my well in the hottest of summers,
And drinks well be raised in the light of your eyes
By meadows and benches and cool breeze through willows
A song cast to friendship, our hearts will to mend
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Red Wall
04:04
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Breath of time upon the Red Wall
I am fire, exhaling all
of the care could I receive
and my love, would you believe?
can you believe? can you trust?
what before this have you lost
Have you suffered? how so and when?
are you my lover? are you my friend?
you are my lover, are you my friend?
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Beast of Burden
04:27
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If you take me you can't take me if I give too much
and if you don't ask you don't want me to help problem solve
If I'm not seen as valuable capable or fun
then I'll arrest my redundant search for validation
I have set myself aside for you you know I do
and I've wept and been beside myself from loving you
what's depleted of my trust I never thought it through
Holding you I have to sacrifice my solitude
If you take me you can't take me if I give too much
your overstimulation is the beacon of shut up
scud out my gut fill it with blood
and still it's not enough
it is a grinding apathetic waning kind of tough
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Wounded Archetype
04:32
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Call me crazy
a too wild woman
call me sometimes
a fortunate fool
call and cone
mystically wield
the thread of life
wind up the spool
of many colors
call me transparent
with invisible dancers
watch me go rampant
watch and whistle
gasp and wheeze
asunder the wreckage
i flippantly please
I flippantly please
and i flip off the flies
and the fascists and lies
there's no use denying
the value of a woman
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"I can look through muddy water and see dry land"
"imma gonna sweep out hell and burn the broom"
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Out of My Skin
04:24
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wind wind carry me my friend
out of my skin
wind wind take me where
where I can't hear
where there's no ears
where there's no air
Fire hold me I am tinder
the blue flame it breathes me in
becoming here to float on air
sinking body, finding spirit friend
Eyes are closed the path is near
flying to where stars are near
water, flowing
fill my vessel
pour out being
of ascension
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Wicking Ground Olympia, Washington
Wicking Ground was inseminated in 2016 alongside little Chico creek and has since grown along the Willamette river and continued to bloom around the Salish Sea. Her music is a direct reflection of thunder song and celestial tears, inspired by wrecker/salvage mentality, nature, and mutual aid, she is one of the local trash witches. ... more
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