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Spadework for a Palace
03:24
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enter into heaven with your arms outstretched,
where a temptress beckons like a flame,
and the silhouettes of palaces obfuscate your sacrifice.
with your fists unclenched, please hold your tongue.
the serpent bears an apple seed for everyone you love.
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I found your pink face
buried in peaches
in the empty reaches
where sages decipher grace.
if time would have us part,
then let us part as one and wither together.
the orchard’s wisdom intertwines our timid hearts,
and the garden protects us.
flesh desire blooms between us and as we die,
we’ll stoop to gather the peaches.
in the eternal light
of late summer’s day,
their flowers fall away
and unquiet heartstrings ignite.
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Fables and Parables
03:15
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these fables and parables, these things that are fair,
(or so I'm told in hindsight, or so I'm told)—
you wear them on your face, like moods that do grace us.
it moves us through the daybreak, it moves us through.
your memories form as they dance across the surface,
and soak into the pages, soak into.
they’re bound in your skin, tucked away on a shelf,
to gather dust for ages, to gather dust.
concealed inside the fable, sealed inside.
you carry a tome somewhere far from home,
in symbols I cannot read, cannot yet read.
but the ink was inlaid with such essence of purpose,
that it resonates profoundly, it resonates.
these stories you’ve weaved into history’s seams
are fabrications of a fabric mind.
the poem decides where her poet will end,
and who are you to argue, who are you?
who are you, who are you?
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Ribcage
04:31
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I watch her place all her sorrow
in the ribcage of an angel.
birdsong ringing through the treetops.
hanging raindrops, cedar forest.
I watch her sow all her seedlings
in fields of hope and spring eternal.
we get drunk among wildflowers
with the wine of garden spirits.
I watch her bathe in veins of life
as the moonlight stains her shoulders.
buried safely in cocoons, she
seasons autumn with mists of delight.
as our hands glide across the landscape,
our gazing eyes fall through the world.
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狛犬 (Komainu)
03:11
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阿吽.
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A Blooming Eternity
04:20
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I've got my eye on you and flowers in hand,
a living mirror reflecting the raging storm.
an offering for peace as the season's tide begins,
floating from fingertip a pleading request.
if I could speak of all the passages I’ve endured,
to feel this release and envision hope,
I'd whisper poetry into every stone beneath the sand,
with each sweeping return, a foolish wisdom drifts into the unknown.
a blooming eternity, only in dreams.
a blooming eternity, only in dreams, in dreams.
I rest along the edge, biting salt and grinding teeth,
braiding seaweed down the length of the shore.
soundless but for her lesson, my child's gift long gone.
time eclipses all, I've become companion
and home for the bubbler, the ghost, the urchin.
a cessation to creation, my punishment for naivety.
a blooming eternity, only in dreams.
a blooming eternity, only in dreams, in dreams.
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Omphalotus Illudens
00:51
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we lay hand in hand
under centuries of sand.
we pray and we pray
to relinquish decay.
we live underground
where mushrooms surround.
our hearts are lined with sprouts
and scintillating doubt.
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Footsteps in the Grass
03:16
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the moon shines on the garden’s forking paths
and white grass sways against the tranquil breeze.
I hear her footsteps echo beyond the hills
and imagine her face ensconced among the trees.
chrysanthemums in bloom with their bitter perfume,
I dream of a face I can never forget.
as autumn descends, the scarlet leaves abound,
and I remain the specter of a man.
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Glitter
03:55
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I saw you in a dream,
erasing sins from the walls of memory.
I found you on the bridge,
conjoining your soul with the angel of lust.
there’s burning glitter on the wind
where cables trace the racing clouds.
and ghosts carry us to hell,
where cancer sprouts from the gardens of love.
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太陽の塔 (Tower of the Sun)
01:57
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the shaman whispers:
“bliss quest, blessed curse.
crosses and dead trees,
ancient rites that bleed.”
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Centuries
03:50
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you hold your heart out to me,
the softest breath against my cheek.
time flows between us like bedsheets/banshees.
the curtained sky sways in the breeze.
I’ll gaze upon your face for centuries.
listen for my voice in your dreams.
fate’s hand will guide you to fairer streams.
like the misery stitched into your dress,
god’s cruelty is the tenderest caress.
the willows weeping for your grief
are etched upon your skin in relief.
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Ghost Park Brooklyn, New York
Ghost Park recommends:
8 Emanations
by Matthew Politoski
the album that changed my entire perspective on music. absolutely legendary. Matt is a beautiful friend.
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my immensely talented pal Sander's solo project blending jazz, hip-hop, and math influences.
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feelings and friends. Conor is the reason Ghost Park exists.
go to albumIf you like Ghost Park, you may also like:
Grilled Cheese EP
by the soft form dissolves
Vulnerable, reflective, bedroom pop, inspired by a series of breakups and a desire to recapture a sense of self.
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A Hound's Heart
by William Ryan Fritch
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 4, 2014
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The long-running NYC group's full-length debut explores the various guises of minimalism in music, from Krautrock to post-rock.
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