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Flower Engines
06:53
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THE GRASS BED
I could sleep for many years
With the sun in my eyes,
Ringing in my ears.
Employ these sunken flowers
To the unth power
To rinse out that blackened gaze,
And wash the regretful tones.
Many days,
Many days,
I will lay ‘pon this grassbed
As she’ll steal mine
And surely scream at drops of dimes.
But of course, for she’s mine.
Though I try to mind my mind,
I continue to wander and
Fail to cease sleazy ponderings.
For the pristine’s only in nature.
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2. |
Wedding Nocturne
08:15
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WEDDING NOCTURNE
Once more, for the blue moon, Dearest -
Timeless smile
Reflecting moon’s reflection
Calm, beach-ridden, sand-caked
Children of night
Cool eyes spark
With every curtain peek –
Majestic burglaries from the infinite, unthinkable.
Thieves, we hide underneath sweet cold stars –
Right: as salmon in the sweet chilled stream.
Moonlit, she was: as mystery is;
Lips moist with refrigerated sun,
We share stolen sweets.
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3. |
Gnossienne no. 1
04:27
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For Every Flower
Weightlessly surveying as I'm contemplating what she was saying to me.
Passion-riddled words:
Reminding me of the heaviness with which I deliver insights too light.
And how they cast not meaningful vibrations
through and back from the cosmos.
Now: back inside, 'til I can speak like she:
Silently, without words.
And silently sigh at the lies
Thrown 'round like my affection
For every flower that pops out of the ground.
...How them eyes slice, like steaming knives, through frozen ideologies.
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4. |
Naked Arms
06:46
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NAKED ARMS
Into her naked arms
I’ll be when Winter
Comes scaring Heat,
So it comes up to us to
Produce Warmth.
It is the absence
That promotes creation.
It is our rage to retaliate,
Unknowingly fine-tuning the tension,
Tweaking into the balance,
Seeping into the balance
Between (in) extremes.
Into her naked arms may be
Where I have belonged – but only
For a night or so…
My place, I’m so worried of finding, cannot be nor stay –
It exists by the ever-fleeting moment
I will not and cannot sit and be comfy, for this
Water body also flows – and thus to sit is nearly
The same as fighting the current – as I am.
Into her naked arms –
They may as well be as dead as the yellow, purplish
Cadavers so dissected by my classmates.
It may be my place, into the naked arms of a heavy corpse –
Always incomplete,
Always improving;
And therefore,
You could have done a better job.
But you can’t learn
How to make it better
w/o trying, and trying hard first.
You have to find out
how much you suck,
Always -
And so I let these words sit
And I feverishly toss heavy blankets
On my affection and impulses
To more closely resemble that languid
Queen I so frivolously worshipped, oh-but
Never in Friver!
Always growing, always incomplete.
I cannot regret my place now,
Nor fret for its discovery by me.
My place is never grounded,
My place is the same
As yours:
In that space
Between (in) waves
Between (in) words
Between (in) neurons
Between (in) synapses
Between (in) breaths
Between (in) toes
Between (in) arms
Our (in) arms
Naked (arms) Naked
In (to) In
Her (in) He
Naked (arms) Naked
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In Broad Daylight
This house is asleep
While the warm air
Reaps the old cold
Casting shadows upon the sunshine,
Making us warm without the core.
The teacup steams
The breeze shivers streams
The heart beams,
but 'tis the cold that seams.
The earth faces the sun with closed eyes
We face each other with bold lies
This house is asleep - Are we home?
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6. |
Winter Walk
00:52
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Winter Walk
Frozen Earth,
Won't you swallow and digest
My burnt, crispy, fallen
Tobacco leaves?
Whiskey Moon,
Please unfreeze
My icicle-ridden,
Brittle nerve endings.
Silent Pines,
Snag this precipitation
Exploding from underneath
My undulating weight,
And point the way for
My wandering gait.
...And I shall continue my travels -
With this delightful western wind
'Gainst my spine,
Stirring up forgotten tones,
And frozen times.
To be carried onward:
Through this Winter,
And to the home.
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7. |
Thank You
05:21
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Stevenson Valentor Chicago, Illinois
Stevenson Valentor is an innovative drummer and pianist on the Chicago jazz and funk scenes. His affiliated groups, Bassel & The Supernaturals, Gramps The Vamp perform nationally and have several albums to their names. He leads 2 original projects, Here & Now (jazz quintet), and Cold Seasons (solo piano) which showcase Stevenson's sensitive composing abilities. ... more
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