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Soft Shoed
02:52
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When all is lying down
and we see straight through tomorrow
nothing stands out
not even their words their words worn power
what do we know?
just men, poured stone, all chipped unmatching
I move in a world soft shoed
I see this worlds been fucked by me
There's hatred in my bones
I'll suck the marrow out
fill with sponge all yellow
follow open to the sun
it turns we turn in dance we function
I'll use my head
I want to fill my heart
forget all they think I know
Forget all they think I know.
Reshaping, Unlearning, unfixed still working.
I've been so lucky to know
magic people who flip the world and hold each other to show
whats what
whats what
whats coming
whats what and whats here
whats coming whats what and whats here
whats what
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Fren
04:31
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All they've made they've named
and in that name an end
simple things shuttered standings
lean on structures
hang in mind
hang in mind--
light comes through a simple window
reflect the edges important edges
sharp in shape
shape be held
shapes that cut at tender holding
fill me up and smash me downward
I'll spray out and re collect
empathy's not a bag blown wind scattered
it's not free
it's not nothing
it's giving
It's taxing fulfilling it's living
here I am arms outstretched waving
come put me in your hand whisper nothings
I'll put my head to palm curvature inhaling
blood rushes in I realize I'm slipping
your pools of thought are filling
all places in hand
I'm drowning
I fall to a plane
shake off, lie flat
exhaling I feel aches all over
It's too much it's too much I say again
But you're to high
head in clouds to hear me
rubbed out gray eyes
don't see too clearly
only from down here this place we'll begin
so come one down lay around
I'll hold your head
here on hot dirt sun shows birds
I'll hold your head
we'll hear birds shift and sing
I'll hold your head
sleep now cerulean sky new day
I'll hold your head.
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Graphic Tee
03:02
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I travel the cracks
along whatever path
hold holding
my broken back
downward there's a ridge
makes forearms aglow
weighted wet
backs of knees formed and bent
reflection makes to shape a wonder
there's questioning in
and I keep it
thoughts dampen my graphic tee
and now I see the me that we
turn inside out
I slip into body
baggy lost in my clothes
thoughts dangles holes
for warmth and to leave hang
singing memories go
bang
I travel the cracks
dig in lowly
seeking what lacks
and in my head
i beg please
repair
this broken back
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Needed Burning
04:19
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Meadow meets mountain
where mountain leans High
birds saying words go on
while light paints angled sky
where do they want
their words to go?
forwards or back?
oh winged saintly travelers
I will surround myself in their song
held rounded go round
in plastic but they'll flit out
swift and free
give me just enough
to go on stand and get on
it'll cut through sleep
but I don't mind.
for who am I without song?
and who are they without song?
waking and finding myself in their
room at the base of a mountain
I shall fall to soft knees
heart stopped up
and squeezing through
to get through to the mountains
mute center
I'll disappear crawling
half self
and dutifully cut
and while I'm folding and
rolling along
to hope for both song
and silence
self and the makings of fire
slim wood to start needed burning
split wood opening up to
pulsed blushing
but no shame
I'll release my story into that quick cool
and it'll settle somewhere lovely,
I know.
I'll visit it there sometime
I'll visit it there sometimes
Meadow meets mountain
where mountain leans high
birds saying words go on
birds saying words go on
birds saying words go on..
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SAP
02:57
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(Un)ground
03:03
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Torn Rodeo Rodeo Bison
01:44
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Torn rodeo rodeo bison
Hat all unstitched
pants drag the earth matters
tone of voice falls flatter
ding dong crystal pitch
now you run on all fours
towards gates unopened
the sun rolls in the dirt
what a spread!
the clearest ocean
the swing of the body will hurt
the sounds that shift the leaves
the roofs here stand taller
more room, mind at ease
sun heats soil, booming trees
torn rodeo rodeo bison
The faster fastest runner
no credit for no one sees
you were both tortoise and bunner
but what could this even mean ?
ego pure all ego
fall to lie beneath the glass
magnify light flame to the ass
get going get going
there's another show
only where to go?
torn rodeo rodeo bison
this is your last show
this is your last ride
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Gazing
04:06
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Here in the dark
Here in the dark
ifeel nothing
i see nothing
my feet get cold
my hands too
hands left floating
reach out to you
here in the dark
a mind does wander
and what it will find
a shadow to hide under
"what?" you will say.
"there is no light of day"
"how can that be?"
here in the dark
I hear things dragging
layers above loosely hanging
threads that wrap wanting
a pull they fall piling
but what are they forming?
here in the dark
is it hard rock or soft wood?
knowing does me no good
but what does this holding?
no holes no wind a hush humbling
would be so welcoming
here in the dark
no one comes no joining
i spin out anxious hoping
simple scene cloud gazing
no no sky crack fear of opening
here in the dark
I'll stay here in the dark
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As they pass/Shade
01:38
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In heat it rests
solid as a stone
whole as a home
it grows it swells
this feeling this longing to heal
Making on how I know
is plain and slow
confidence not grown
in this shade I've curled alone
now I long for a soul no longer cold
We moved through days
the way they make
no control
swift and blind
they carried time
now the time is mine
now the time is mine....
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Unpacking
01:16
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Brown bag torn now
old things I dump them
I've found them
Dried poppy pod still rattles
old coin shines till the days gone
I hold them in my hand
to feel their weight again
pull all things out one by one
They've known the night
here is the sun
they'll sit there waiting
I'll return and gaze then
Their delicate age
of mountains made
the sky passes through itself
spread for all to see
I send my thoughts on the wind
to family and friends
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Untitled
01:40
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Gray Cat Grandmother
04:23
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Eyes (m.Hurley)
02:32
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17. |
Cept' One
03:13
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18. |
G-land (outro)
03:51
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ripe mangos Spokane, Washington
Ripe Mangos(aka) housings is a straight to tape project. Samples and snippets of live and unlive things. Songs and 'songs'.
Lo-fi and harsh, warm and creamy.
About family, friends, self, and all the things that I can relate to, as me. I also write stories and review a wide variety of things in 'Churn Tab Magazine' There's that.
here is my website: boguskids1.wix.com/ripemangos
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