life: acoustic & amplified

one more time…with feeling…

 

 

 

I twisted into me
into knots and threads of darkened memory
like tree trunk rings or strips of film
of jagged time.

 

There are shards of light there
in those tied up corners
and those softened edges
of flesh and bone.

 

Hold me up to the sun
and study the maps
that run through my veins
they’re all places I have been.

 

The signs along the highway
have turned a jaded green
but I remain a brilliant
shade of transparent gold.

 

I can guide you at night
I can teach you
spread out on the hood of your car
one finger on some tiny destination.

 

I am a breathing mess of
sun down and sun up
of abandoned buildings
and new beginnings.

 

Find me when you’re starting over
I have been everywhere
I have grown rings
twisted into the depths of me.

 

❤

 

Find Me When You’re Starting Over by Nicole Marie

Your stitches are all out
But your scars are healing wrong
And the helium balloon inside your room has come undone
And it’s pushing up at the ceiling
And the flickering lights it cannot get beyond

Oh everyone takes turns
Now it’s yours to play the part
And they’re sitting all around you
Holding copies of your chart
And the misery inside their eyes
Is synchronized and reflected into yours

Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing’s just a rhythm
Say it in your mind
Until you know that the words are right
This is, why we, fight

Do do do do do do-we-oo-we-oo-we-oo
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do dooooooooo

You thought by now you’d be
So much better than you are
You thought by now they’d see
That you had come so far
And the pride inside their eyes
Would synchronize into a love you’ve never know
So much more than you’ve been shown

Hold on
One more time with feeling
Try it again
Breathing’s just a rhythm
Say it in your mind
Until you know that the words are right
This is, why we, fight
This is, why, we fight

Do do do do do do-we-oo-we-oo-we-oo
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do dooooooooo

 

love warriors walk through this world

carrying as much love as we can bring,

allowing it to drip from open hands

love freely poured onto shattered pieces of the broken bits of kaleidoscope hearts

love sealing up the pin-pricked places where we are leaking from daily life-battles, the stinging words felt

stepping carefully so as not to trample the bleeding wounded

slowing down, pouring love, moving oh-so-slowly over the hurts of the many

meanwhile, the ones who have forgotten to know

appear to continue doing battle against the very thing which could heal us –

not knowing what they have forgotten:

we are all the light

 

we are each the beloved

please,

let me hold you

let me touch those wounded places

let me rub love on the sore spots

until you remember

what you already know!

stay here with me

for a long, long while

let’s walk together

connecting

hands

hearts

spreading this love and light

as we go

allowing the drip to become

a pour

a fountain

a river

an ocean

where we will sail our sea-green ship

into this mystic world beyond the stars

beyond the moon

and once again

find ourselves home in the sun

❤

Amy Lloyd

 

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