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Tokaji
00:34
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Love dies on the vine, yes
Between us it spoils in the heat
But even sour grapes can rot just right
I make liquid golden light
Drink it down
Smile as I turn from whence I came
And dance forward to where I go now
Bold
Wild
Free
Tokaji kiss sings in the waning autumn rain
I spread my wings
Aha!
You and this world are not-so-big now.
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Dandelion
01:04
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I begin life in flight
Adrift among the susurrus of the wind
Wherever I land
I dig.
I reach deeper,
My lionstooth skirt spread around me.
My face lifts to the bright sun,
hidden when clouds hide its light.
I sleep, and open myself to a new day.
My many admirers kiss my upturned face.
One morning I will awaken,
pale and soft,
ready again to ride the wind.
I grow where I am planted.
I am not a hothouse beauty
Nor am I greatly adored
I know many secrets,
Of healing, of crickets,
Bees, butterflies
And small children.
If it is “weed” you name me,
because I am not an orchid nor a lily
Not what you desire
I will never whisper them to you
You poison me,
cut me until bitter milk flows,
but you can never erase me.
My gold will always turn up where you don’t want it,
and I do not love you.
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I love you like leather loves bikers.
I love you like autumn leaves love the ground.
I love you like REI loves hikers.
I love you like water loves the Puget Sound.
Love is like a little spring breeze that cools your face.
Love is knowing in the world you have a place.
I love you like sugar loves real Coca-Cola.
I love you like Thursdays love a calendar page.
I love you like rosin loves a bow and viola.
I love you like a pagan circle loves sage.
Love is iridescent as a dragonfly’s wing.
Love breeds the compelling siren urge to sing.
I love you like Death loves black Magic cards.
I love you like Picard loves Tea, Earl Grey, Hot.
I love you like busty women love Renn Faire bards.
I love you like supervillains love a cunning plot.
Love is like a fox curled up warm in her cozy lair,
Love is like fingers twining in long hair.
Love is all these ideas and still so much more
I’m so *very* glad that you are my love, mi amor.
And so with that schmoopy line I get back to work
For I have much to do and no time to shirk.
Dear [lover], I love you and I miss you like whoa
So I write this poem of things you should know.
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Ram-Tam-Sing
01:57
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If you're searching for a tale
Of a place beyond the veil
A location close to hell
Where it is no one can tell
Not a one can ever tell
Tell just where is Ram-tam-sing.
In the bleak cold city called Ram-tam-sing
There is something gone wrong with everything
A tarnish coats every single last dime
Always Friday, but never quittin' time
Ram-tam-sing eats all her children up alive
Bars don't open as it's never past five
The moon never shines on this city gray
For if the limit's five, it's always day.
If you're looking for a home
A nice town to call your own
Ram-tam-sing's not where to roam
You are better off alone
I am better off alone.
All alone in Ram-tam-sing.
In the lifeless city of Ram-tam-sing
There is nothing that moves, not anything
A stillness fills every last street
Main drag is quiet, grave silence complete.
Ram-tam-sing holds many secrets and tales
Bards try telling them and each always fails
The trains do not stop in this city black
For if they pause there, they'll never come back.
If you're seeking a haven
A life you think you're savin'
Ram-tam-sing is not your goal
This city swallows people whole
This city will swallow you whole.
Swallowed whole in Ram-tam-sing.
In the hopeless city of Ram-tam-sing
There is a song that only she can sing
The sad ghostly aria floats on the air
No matter how you look, no one is there.
Ram-tam-sing dares you all to venture near
To be sure her siren song draws you here
If I sing, child, you'll freeze on my streets
For if you come nigh, you'll die at my feet.
If you want a mother town
It's not ever where I'm found
Open your eyes, look around
Your soul to my walls is bound
I've your soul to my walls bound.
To me bound in Ram-tam-sing.
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