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Again & again
05:14
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An intellect breathes fire over the cause of offended morals, ethics & principles.
Creating the most true & holistic track but struggling to sustain the paving.
Shake off the dream rubble & climb out of bed.
Artistic, ribbon tied intent.
An outlook with an angular sense of precision.
It’s the walk that’s important, not the weather.
A proud noble old piece of driftwood
Begins to noticeably dissolve.
A vivid colorful shell must have had a successful life
Or does the ocean create beauty at random?
The dwindling sensation on the inside of my finger, from a short time ago when our hands were entwined.
Holding steady & protectively close, we brace for survival,
again & again…
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In absence of itself
04:10
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Enjoying crisp indulgences on a heavy slow Sunday.
Traipsing & lumbering up over the rise, over the top & into Monday morning.
A puzzle piece with a chipped edge, taunted by a distant ticking clock.
The needle moves to center circle & the record becomes in absence of itself.
Creativity gurgles as a setback glows like morning sun.
Occupations continue to hail, stimulating yet clashing as they react with the core.
Tugging to & from, caught between now & then…
On the days horizon remains the self.
Awaiting in suspense for the chance, for the chance to bloom.
A puzzle piece with a chipped edge, taunted by a distant ticking clock.
The needle moves to center circle & the record becomes in absence of itself.
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Ambivalence
05:28
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Frustration & enthusiasm lap in & out, magnetized with the pulse of my mind.
Snapshots & moments, small pieces at a time glide formlessly through & by.
Sufficient representation from thorough contemplation.
Still holding back, just a little longer.
Stability with wings must be over yonder.
A sticky headspace in which momentum undulates speed.
Bundling away from jeopardy, & exploring that which I need.
Sufficient representation from thorough contemplation.
Still holding back, just a little longer.
Stability with wings must be over yonder.
Ambivalence, options or choices…
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Gave me pause
05:20
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I spent the entire night swimming in the tonic of creativity
While she spent it pondering the essence of tranquility.
Textured & tonal rain unfurled gently from the dark sky,
While time ticked silently, idle & restlessly ever refusing to leave my side…
It gave me pause & provided a beautiful cloak.
Soaked was the atmosphere by energy old, inspiring, yet all the while remaining remote.
An old observer attempted to capture the frequency we rode.
The precise command of energy this place had made me unsure about heading home.
Finally a sledge hammer sleep compressed down hard.
Only to spring me back into consciousness, as I unfurled into the day I got the sense we would continue to be anything but monotonous…
It gave me pause & provided a beautiful cloak.
Soaked was the atmosphere by energy old, inspiring, yet all the while remaining remote.
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5. |
Repeating backwards
03:51
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Sun slowly dissolves the cold grip of night
While stagnant clocks tick
& The people await the cogs of schedule to click…
The choice of a word that seals the cap, or sews the final stitch.
An abyss seems heavy yet a little more fresh, Repeating Backwards, no auto thought missed.
Reality offers a strange moments void
Tainted with anxiety while final conversations burn & glow
Long after the capacity to inhale them.
Then once again morning rolls…
& The sun slowly dissolves the cold grip of night
While stagnant clocks tick
& The people await the cogs of schedule to click…
On the tip of a moment returning to dust, just like matter must.
Calm trips & strides through a mist of angst, while somewhere in yesterday, the memories hide.
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Solemn
04:20
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Learn to interact with the space around you
It’s more often for the driver to fail the machine.
Being rather than doing or can’t quite remember yet
You can move through now & still be with now…
Ok I think, just a little solemn these days.
Ok I think, just a little solemn these days.
Aggressive power trundles in my ears
Helping to stoke the fire within
The energy crawling under my skin.
Searching for something to say
To distract the analytical thinking I hear
The flow seems broken starting but choking my skin starts to sear…
Ok I think, just a little solemn these days.
Ok I think, just a little solemn these days.
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Lee McKenzie New Zealand
I am a 30 year old Musician, Writer & Performer.
My creations are the product of a rich childhood imagination
that's developed over time to become musically channeled creativity.
I have completed a Diploma in music production & performance with high grades, achieving the APRA award for songwriting.
I feel my work offers a fresh & sincere corner of creation.
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