12.95 - a Shortstory

My Perception of Love

Lay Upon Me

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As I believe
Becomes
What and how I receive
Do I grieve?
Or deceive?
Do I blame Eve?
This illusional fear
I've held
So dear.
Shape shifting 
And burning
Twisting
And turning
Persisting
While harming
My very existence
My thinking.

[chorus]
Caught in my mind
As I signed
The dotted line
Resigned
To time.
That defines
A life
Left behind

[verse 2]
No more!
My endosphere
Is 
My divine clay
My divine hurray
Today
I will begin
To clear
The cobwebs within.

Caught in my mind
As I signed
The dotted line
Resigned
To time.
That defines
A life
Left behind

[bridge]
To clean house
Every nook
And cranny
Opens a space
Timeless and free
For me
To join with my peace.
My creativity
To shape my
Divine clay
My masterpiece
My Broadway
To return 
To child’s play
To share with the world
To bless the world.

[outro]
My ladder of love
My play dough’s Plato
To create for creation
Is my destination
Beauty’s cause
Becomes
My holy pause
To join
Extend
And appreciate
It begins 
As I sit and meditate.

As I Believe

Indie singer-songwriter verses with ethereal touches and electronic instrumental choruses. Contemplative, nostalgic, spots of melancholy, and a bit of heat in the instrumental breakdowns. There are more songs related to this one in the works, including an instrumental that builds on the chorus material.

LYRICS:
Living here today on a road they'll never pave
It's a shame, there's a glimmer
There's a glimmer!
Turn around before it fades... too late

I hear it had a name and they sold that yesterday
It's ok, or not ok
But the river is muddier today
And those glimmers glow ever dimmer by the day
By the day

Waking up today a willing castaway
Puts a finger toward a glimmer
And it's brilliant for an instant then it fades
I swear

Gazing at some dirt, a hush floats in then bursts
And a million screaming shadows form a picture
that will soon go up in flames
Watch it closely as it decays
Disintegrates

Up there around the bend, a graveyard full of friends
No one tends golden patches
And the cabin is overrun with copperhead snakes

So shall we cross the golden meadow?
We'll go together now

And Those Glimmers (Prototype)

JBM - Winter Ghosts

The Right Time

Ural Thomas & The Pain - Smoldering Fire

Foreign Fields is an electronic folk group that hails from the wintry plains of Wisconsin. New Years day of last year they met in their hometown, in an abandoned office building, to begin work on their first full length LP "Anywhere But Where I Am". Having no set plan or guide, the album grew naturally as they left their lives in Chicago for hot summer days, skipping stones in the rivers of Tennessee. 

A Difficult Year

foreignfields