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Fallen Sun
02:59
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Cold stone
Shallow mound
Final breath in the fog
Dark
Blind
Beholden to a fallen sun
Red eyes
Piercing
Unable to rid this embrace
Black tide
Black tide
Black tide
Black tide
Dark
Blind
Beholden to a fallen sun
Blank shape
Stands firm
An emblem, to stand
In my place
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Green Hallways
02:58
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Roaming through halls
So dark, but entrancing
Archways of leaves
Envelope my gaze
Tranquility
Bold and arresting
Deeper it seems
Present yet lost
Ground moves
Static frame
Sunlight
Blinding
Voices
Echo faint
Pulsing
Winding
Circles flicker
On silent water
Reflections of me
Blur and then fade
Restlessness brews
Beneath the ripples
Beckoning me
From out of the shade
Ground moves
Static frame
Sunlight
Blinding
Voices
Echo faint
Pulsing
Winding
Every stone
Can break and weather
Even the oak
Spills sap when severed
Flowers will bloom
Then loll when forgotten
Hallways of green
Painful and treasured
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Painted Gray
06:13
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Stoic figures that speak in blue shades,
Reside in spaces between the years
Quiet verses in language unknown,
Cascading through me, poems of fear,
Ink-stained parchment, sharp edges now worn,
The words so obscured, they call to me
Candles flicker from depths far within,
Revealing faces no longer known
Seasons all painted gray,
Falling into the fray,
Gasping for another breath,
Find me sunlight,
Jet-black ravens, like spires in the sky,
Repeating the cries of ghosts lost in time,
Crack-filled tombstones in rows through the field,
An orchard of death, now vibrant and fresh,
Weeping willow, an onyx bouquet,
Obscuring the pond, reflects beyond,
Swirling matter becomes corporeal,
Assumes shapes so real
I fall, I drown
Seasons all painted gray
Falling into the fray,
Gasping for another breath,
Find me sunlight.
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Stars in the Void
02:40
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Seldom traveled dirt road
Trembling with every step
Clouds glide mysteriously
Shapes form and quickly fade
Fierce wind gathers
Each grain scattered
Frozen still, like stars in the void
Distant memories appear
Nightmares on wings of dust
Rose thorns stained on each tip
Beauty in every sting
Fierce wind gathers
Each grain scatted
Frozen still, like starts in the void
Steady beating inside
Feeding this acrid fruit
Poison creeps and sets in
Dreamscapes obsidian
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Finding peace within the moments,
Hour hands lay still,
I breathe
Far beyond the window’s outline,
A mirage glimmers,
I run
Rising,
Spiraling,
Paint that streams,
Down the canvas here,
Cool scenes,
Do appear,
Hand that moves,
Gripped by something more
Statue hides in solid marble,
Sculptor’s hands chisel,
I bleed,
Peer inside a gaping chasm,
A well run dry, barren,
I thirst,
Wanting,
Yearning,
Heart cries out,
Free these chains that bind,
Passion,
Torture,
Pierce the soul,
Gripped by something more,
I close my eyes,
I hear the cries,
I long inside,
I shed my pride,
I touch the earth,
Flowers sprout from dirt,
Walking,
Tracing,
Open fields,
Lush air returns,
Cool scenes do appear,
Hand that moves,
Gripped by something more
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Blurred Reflections Houston, Texas
Blurred Reflections is the solo project of Maurice Eggenschwiler of Blues Funeral and Sanctus Bellum. The sound is deeply rooted in progressive rock music notable for use of mellotron, piano, ogran, and acoustic guitars.
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