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 Mar 2023 Megan Parson
Ciel Noir
take a chance
take a guess
take over the world
take away people's money
so they can't survive

sometimes you have fire
machetes and knives
sometimes tell the truth
and sometimes you can lie

solve a maze
solve a riddle
remember the code

stay in the middle
stay on the road

sometimes you defend
sometimes you attack
sometimes you live once
and sometimes you come back

go alone
or with friends

make a move
make a plan

make a knight
or a queen
when you get to the end

save the ship
save the girl
save the score
save the world

all the same game
but there's more than one way to win
https://soundcloud.com/goldilocks_zone/game-on
 Mar 2023 Megan Parson
Mike Adam
It is

Making a path

By walking
I live with your stories retold in my head over and over.
if there was only happiness how great the world would be
we could could live in peace in perfect harmony
we could live as one no fighting or a war
violence it would cease no violence any more

it would be so nice if it could be this way
no sadness anymore be happy every day
living all together in peace and harmony
in world of happiness one big family
Her hair's alive with snakes hissing
She's electric with boombox laughter
I can't stop dreaming of us kissing.
I'm struck dumb in her shadow like a boy.
I fear what I feel. It resembles lust but I
am a prisoner of this life I almost enjoy.
A collection of stars
in my childhood jars
next to my little bed
morning all are dead.
 Mar 2023 Megan Parson
IrieSide
Persistent delving
into the mystery

an everpresent dose,
of ecstasy
this taste
and recognition
of hidden
meaning

reality,
the recognition
and awakening

the presence and stillness
of all that
Is

find your ground
and witness this mystery
in the present
and everlasting
moment

Awaken,
awaken,

to this meaningless
place
where laws seem to
hold it
together
yet the laws
are of the same
essence

unveil some energy
this uncovering
of vibration
If you colour me in
please feel to stray
beyond the lines.

Lines are only there
to remind us
that we're all different
so
cross over them
and
run riot through them.

I don't want to be what I am not
and I am far from perfect,

I'm just scribbles held together
by staples.

Use lots of blues
dabs of red
and
while you're at it
crayon me a bed
so I can sleep.
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