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Humble Weather

by ripe mangos

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Soft Shoed 02:52
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
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
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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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 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
9.
Gazing 04:06
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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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....
12.
Unpacking 01:16
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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Cept' One 03:13
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All songs except tracks 14, 16, 18 written by Milo Krims(rm) in the years 2014-2018.
all songs include:
Vocal : Milo Krims
Acoustic Guitar : Milo Krims

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released November 1, 2018

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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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