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Wayward
01:08
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My mind sometimes drifts with the stream if I stand by a river.
Pitching to the imagination ideas for prosperity & vigor.
Fighting from peripheries, blinkers always off.
Another stance always possible, ever renewing what may be lost.
Perhaps each day should be taken like it’s the first because the last surely feels empty, deprived of much thirst.
A new phase beginning different tasks lay ahead, recent challenges are fading & new ones over the hedge.
Fighting from peripheries, blinkers always off.
Another stance always possible, ever renewing what may be lost.
Having been working the here & now I sit with my words…
On my face an innocent reflective frown.
Greens white yellows & brown, purple & texture all surging from the ground.
Contrasting light bathed in fleeting & lurking sun, the windy air moves the day towards later slinking further until time has won.
Fighting from peripheries, blinkers always off.
Another stance always possible, ever renewing what may be lost.
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Construction
05:30
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Steam rushes & swirls though the water remains still.
I feel like I’m packed yet unsure if I’m going.
Throwing colours at the wall until a pleasing picture takes shape.
Pillars start to spring, nurtured & nudged into place.
All appears in a state of building, rapid change engaged & ensuing.
Construction of me, construction for them, revise & refresh.
Generate tomorrow prepare for sparse rest.
Reputation craft & career, friends & networks linking together.
Stockpile significant gear, assembling empire the labor of years.
Growing for tomorrow but will tomorrow have room to breathe?
Seems the world is under construction, regeneration making it hard to just be.
A building site next door & roadworks ongoing.
Noise is accepted, & all are subjected..
All appears in a state of building, rapid change engaged & ensuing.
Construction of me, construction for them, revise & refresh.
Generate tomorrow prepare for sparse rest.
We don’t actually fit, construction can’t provide a true fix.
Society the dictator long since got it wrong.
Our priorities must shift, lest the vibrance of life fades & slips..
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Chaotic Acceptance
03:04
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Overwhelmed, uphill in the heat.
Life keeps you running & the hill remains steep.
Noise interacts, facilitates change.
Inner peace can be challenging this age.
With Chaotic acceptance take charge of your days.
It is what it is, was what it was.
I am what I am, & could be no other way.
Reject which drains, instead of gives charge.
And as the pressure builds up remember to breathe.
Noise need not taunt nor tease.
With Chaotic acceptance take charge of your days.
It is what it is, was what it was.
I am what I am, & could be no other way.
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Magnolia
02:37
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Entropy
04:58
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Sitting astride entropy watching colours move
From inside walls so enveloping.
It’s amusing how fast the weather changes.
The bloom of the stream surges vitality
To all that it neighbours.
Remaining previous in exact anticipation
Keeps one in charge of any given situation.
Endowing the time of thought should
Allow devolution to be thwart.
It’s wonderful the detail to be perceived when
One bothers to stop look and see.
I don’t settle easy yet I appreciate being
Allowed to pace.
Unraveling thoughts could use more speed and less haste.
Remaining previous in exact anticipation
Keeps one in charge of any given situation.
Endowing the time of thought should
Allow devolution to be thwart.
Compress into a spiral so to accelerate a gyro.
The horizon swells open the future cascades unfrozen.
Sunbeams battle to dance through plague
It’s not without difficulty
To strive to be brave.
Remaining previous in exact anticipation
Keeps one in charge of any given situation.
Endowing the time of thought should
Allow devolution to be thwart.
Sitting astride entropy watching colours move…
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Ambitious
05:42
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My song has been a little quiet of late
Softened back to a monophonic melody
Whilst I’ve been running the gauntlet of stability
A virus finally caught up & screeched me to a pause
Feelings of being overly ambitious, & pondering if my performance is truly auspicious.
Always striving to find the time for projects which hold importance in my mind.
Consider the shape of a raindrop & existing forever in the shadow of time
Expressing the finer details of things creates connection, a current drawn from Divine
And so I tire of watching the best part of a day pass me by…
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention & all to often I feel I’m hiding out loud.
Feelings of being overly ambitious, & pondering if my performance is truly auspicious.
Always striving to find the time for projects which hold importance in my mind.
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Nomadic
03:34
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Foraging for art
05:40
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Ripples from a stone, charge from above & draw from below.
Permanence is false, running like chalk in the rain.
Patience overtakes hours, surge forward & own all your days.
Spontaneity within rules, it’s ok to be efficient, but not cruel…
Mindful of tranquility must work on the heart, sway with imagination foraging for art.
Intensity like cicadas, blazing electricity on fire.
Rest, space, peace they are essential. Balance is to be admired.
I grew up with lego & sandpits so detail comes freely.
Mediative scribbles or artistic anarchy, try to represent honest & completely…
Mindful of tranquility must work on the heart, sway with imagination foraging for art.
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Lego & Sandpits
04:28
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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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