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Aphorism #17
09:30
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once we find the light in the dark
pull the cord, lets start again
the clock runs out, set the dial back to zero
there’s still time for us to begin
how quickly we become accustomed to a new land
broken roads familiar
horizons known & comforting
some gradual, others gaping
the distance beyond shadowing
the distance at hand
the million hands reaching
the million hands pushing away–
can each individual of millions span the cleft that
one might know the mutual adoring of kinship?
“I have never been here before:
my breath comes differently, the
sun is outshone by a star beside it.”
the million hands reaching
the million hands pushing away–
feeling my pulse quicken, a heart sailing
gripping ever-so-tightly, afraid to let this feeling go
seeing through newborn eyes, this world gleaming
tasting these bitter winds
words on the tips of severed tongues
flying in
boats on the water
became torch lit beacons
and I followed them
“I have never been here before:
my breath comes differently, the
sun is outshone by a star beside it.”
you’re not alone
these hands will lift you up
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Aphorism #16
05:16
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breathing that salted air
and as it fills my lungs it all comes
flooding back
appendages bound with wire
my heart has slowed down
and as it lumbers, I can’t recall if
I ever truly loved it
beating with desire–with hope.
did I fall in this hole? or had I gone willingly?
the strength
bleeds out of my pores–
glistening
at least, with this, I am safe
secure and beautiful.
but if I break out–
if I release these chains–
what happens when the whole world sees
that I never learned to fly?
remember when we used to be vibrant?
breathing air for the very first time?
now the windows are barred
no frame could contain nature
obsessed with all the wrong things
time to sharpen our focus
“A cage went in search of a bird.”
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3. |
Aphorism #87
04:00
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“A faith, like an ax. As heavy, as light.”
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4. |
Aphorism #63
11:20
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“Our art is an art that is dazzled by truth: the light shed on
the rapidly fleeing grimace is true—nothing else is.”
is the content, by which I form
bound in chains of entity?
yet and how many times are we forced
to fake it
what you say matters & how you say it matters more
more often now are we force-fed farce while sitting
on our laurels
this should give us license to scream
FUCK YOU from the highest mountain!
go! break down these walls
the sleeping giant must awaken and
lurch forth with impunity
as the curtains are torn down around me
I see melting figures
beleaguered smiles
they don’t represent me
all these words will be ripped from the page
when a true gale comes to pass
with these words forsaken
write them anew with crippled hands
the images you thought you knew and loved will fade
faster than they came
told records cease to exist
they fade; constrict, consumed
write it down in ink
puprose; priority
cursive your heart away
finding the right words in works
with no words at all
as sovereign dawn approaches
breathe deep and pause
are you listening?
and will you sing back the words?
“Our art is an art that is dazzled by truth: the light shed on
the rapidly fleeing grimace is true—nothing else is.”
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5. |
Aphorism #103
03:58
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don’t leave
us devastated
with black seas
–consumes everything
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Locktender Cleveland, Ohio
Locktender is a concept focused hardcore band concentrating on artists and their works interpreted through music, lyrics & art. Every album is an artist, every song is a different work.
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