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st-remy my baby
a product of france
you make my words stink,
a brandy of understanding
ive never seen your colour
i always drink you from the bottle
your heart is little
i try to make up for it
by listening to crystal castles
you are worth the hassle
so in the morning
i drink coconut water
and reminesce about arizona
while eating junior mcChickens
this does not right the wrongs
but the wrongs never
quite get it right
so i go to the church
of father john misty
and i find meaning
in his preachings
by this time
its appropriate
to have a cat nap
and in the fury of
the before supper sun
i feel the strength of
my body as it proposes
its thesis
‘lets do another one’
its a sad thing
waiting till we die to
rest in peace
I rest in peace as much
as I can
Why would I want to
rest in turmoil?
that wouldn’t be much
of a rest now would it?
So here is what I say
it’s easier to rest in
peace while you’re alive
For when you are dead
you just
Rest In Dirt
-Strathroy, 2007
https://soundcloud.com/muags/autonomous-vigor
This is my latest Spoken Word piece. It is about being alive and feeling the wind and the water.
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hello
everyone
I haven’t met
whats your
life like?
you don’t know me
and
I don’t know you
but we are all
on the same rock
going through this
passing through this space
feeling deep
awkwardly sophisticated dirty
confused
misshaped and odd
which is unusual
due to our
happenstance
but is similar
in our dance towards
that ever so common
ending
the death.
trying to find out
where my soul
hides the gold
and
how it manages
to keep its death hold
on
all that eludes me
all that pulls me
towards
my hidden passion
the velvet blindfold
falling down
over my nose
allows me to
catch a glimpse
of my
eternal significance
blinding
there it sits
smoldering
nocturnal
and hardly innocent
to live
another mans life
to be
in his bones
confused
and still
Bewildered
skeleton looking
tarnished
by a life
I have
yet to live
Bear skin
thoughts
feeling like
him as though
I have
already been shot
loud nights
and
soft kisses
are absorbed
by my
sophomore skull
the mountain
is covered in
her grey ash
shes not dead
but
dying
she looks like
a ghost
born too early
born into a body
standing there
true on the rocks
with a
listerine gaze
I barely deserve
her mossy green
honesty
shave my head
hit the gas
end up
in the daylight fields
of
green honesty
moon gulps
of amber god
burning my face
heat punch taste
blasting pattern
changing music
fractal vibration
throbbing dopamine
day dream
fantastic reward
novelties pure
and lifting my
body out of my body
momentarily all
is dissolved
the death problem
resolved
irrelevant fleshy
vehicle in my vehicle
this is where
we part ways
I step out
of
the living world
into infinity
when we laugh together
when we fuck
when we walk
and hold hands and
when I’m with you
absorbing your immune system
I become resistant to death
you are deaths antidote
the ultimate attraction
the only distraction
from
the end of time
my life plus yours
equals permanent security
in
the universe
muags 