The Artist’s Memory

Letting go is an Art form. To an artist, letting go means forgetting

yet moving forward. It becomes deja vu; to see again whats been forgotten.

To remember what’s already’s happened. Again. Only to forget.

 

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Jenkins’ Song

Bury me alive with your song.

Sing me a tune in notes

melodically intricate

That penetrates your throat.

 

Sing it to me loudly

Let me feel it with my being

Sing it to me proudly

I want to hear what you’re feeling.

 

I want to dance like you’re watching

I want to sing along with umph.

Keep the tunes coming, honey

Let me sing until my throat has a lump.

 

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Death Goes to Sleep

Death is the ultimate high.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep, you’re alive.

Sunrise

waited for you in the night.

You died. Sunrise, I’m dying too.

High in the sky, where the birds don’t fly.

Where the leaves don’t sing;

where questions lie.

 

Where water flows as the fire melted.

Soil burns, as wind projected.

Buried in time, you try to fly

Buried in time, you try to find

A meeting place of day and night.

Death is the ultimate high.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep, you’re alive.

Sunrise. 

 

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