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Friday, September 1, 2017

Poetry Series, Deep Blue River

Dropping the Rock
by deep blue river
In the midst of the ruins, hey!
in the midst of the house falling down and in all the dust and the bricks and mortar
Concrete dust that fills the air making it hard to breathe 
In the sense that you're suffocating and all the things you thought would build you up have knocked you down

And you don't want to be sorry anymore 
(you just want to express)
and you don't want to feel guilt anymore 
(you just want to emote)
and you just want to say this is not me this is not me this is not me
I am not the girl
In the blue house; blue is not my color 

For I am a diamond 
(So many edges reflecting light)
You couldn't hold me in this dark cave
(Horse's trough) (Manger)
I have been waiting 
and I will escape 
into the light

You couldn't bind me forever...

For I would loose my chains and be what I would be for I am what I am, as you are,
but you 
deny

It's ok .. hey!
Let it all crumble 
house got the blues

Let it all fall-fall away

There ain't no sin to begin again, even if it's every day

Who's gonna throw the first punch
Who's gonna throw the first stone
Will you take it out of the midst of me and drive it home? 
Pick it up from the midst of your own crumbling house
Cast it! if you have the guts 
hey!
You only see in me, what's in you, that's started to rust

Then cast the stone down to the ground 
cast the wood cast the nails and the hammer
And 
Let us all shine up from dust into the light

Become that us, that we might
Build it all into a building that doesn't have the blues 
Where there's no more tearing down of the me's and you's 
In the midst of the ruins, hey! 

in the midst of the house falling down and in all the dust and the bricks and mortar
Concrete dust that fills the air making it hard to breathe 
A crack where the light gets in 
A crack of light 
dust distilling and dancing in the light 

And someone drops a stone and then another and we all drop our stones 
A magical
Musical sound from the tumbling of
The rocks 
Like water 
Cascading. 

Through the house with the blues 
Nothing more gentle
Than tears 
Than turning inside
And looking for the 
Crack where the light gets in
And dropping the rock

Dropping the rock. 

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