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Rage Explosions
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Ecstacy, Pt1
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Ecstacy, Pt2
02:40
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Is your heart not stone?
Hour, light, fare well
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I, Me
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Shall the water not remember
My hand’s slow gesture tracing above
It's mirror my half imaginary portrait?
My only belonging is my beauty
Which I take away and then return
As love teasing playfully the one being
Whose gratitude I treasure moves me
I live apart from myself
Yet cannot live apart
In the water’s tone
That brilliant silence
A flower whispers my name with such slight moment
It seems filament of air
The world becomes cloudswell
Ember of airy longing
Ache of unbeing
Is your heart not stone?
Hour, light, fare well
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Myself
02:36
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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken
Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame
Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken
Time, thy name
Girt about with shadow, blind and lame
Ghosts of things that smite and thoughts that sicken
Hunt and hound thee down to death and shame
Eyes of hours whose paces halt or quicken
Read in bloodred lines of loss and blame
Writ where cloud and darkness round it thicken
Time, thy name
Nay, but rest is born of me for healing,
So might haply time, with voice represt
Speak: is grief the last gift of my dealing?
Nay, but rest
All the world is wearied, east and west
Tired with toil to watch the slow sun wheeling
Twelve loud hours of life's laborious quest
Eyes forspent with vigil, faint and reeling
Find at last my comfort, and are blest
Not with rapturous light of life's revealing
Nay, but rest
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eforez Rotterdam, The Netherlands
Composer and AudioVisual explorer
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