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Blue Ice
04:48
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Heaviness finds me, binds me still
I shiver a little, less as your chill
Settles over, I slip under sinking
No longer thinking of spring
And love and life and once-was warmth
The thrill of bonding, crystalline
Clear blue eyes, buoyantly stretched
Beyond reprise, repeating a hexagonal dance
Was there ever a chance we could stay
Aloft defying metamorphosis
The insistence of phase change pushed
By daily rages pulling boundaries
Set transitions, entrenched positions
Freezing us out of the other, insoluble
Wife and mother, you shudder to think
How thin veneers deceptively safe
A skating rink, covering dark lurking waters
A wash of warmth smooths slashed scars
A reprieve from the wars, armistice
For a moment of possibly…
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Ocean
03:58
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Water laps at the sand
I recognize a longing unanswered
Ocean calms when the moon draws near
Like a fevered patient given cool cloths
She wears silver trinkets like pearls
Basking seductively in the moon’s intentional gaze
Tomorrow and again the moon will be gone
Ocean will reach and fall, lose shape
Turn inward on herself and become her own tears
I understand her dance
The emptiness of negative space
The necessary zero that gives the one meaning
The water knows this better than I
Wearing gilded crowns or darkness
As though either were normal
As I step into her shallows
I, too, am awash in an anguish
For all the ages
The kind one treasures for its rarity
Holds to her breasts to keep always
For to long thusly is to know a depth of love
That even in abstentia illuminates
The moon nestles between my rib bones and the water
I walk into the frigid depths
Until longing joins hands with satiety
The zeros meld into the ones
Light becomes dark
My lips are a winding shoreline
My voice, a current
And I sing the ocean’s song
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Pools
02:21
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I am but water.
The puddle of
Last night’s shower.
I live for an hour or two.
Until the sunshine
Absorbs me.
I am the ocean
For children in Wellington boots.
For earthworms.
And for the descent of errant swallows.
I am the pavement’s
Liquid memory.
I am a silver mirror.
Reflecting.
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Vapor
03:11
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The sweet release
Of a quiet death,
The solace that comes
With an unbecoming
I look up
Nose to sky
And down
Chin to earth
And I see nothing
In the everything
Oh, to be loved
In a cage
And kept by silent rosebud promises
Lips on stems
That lie
Lie, lie
Foils and fouls
And gilded skeleton keys
Be my October like you once were
Haunt me as you did
When nights were long
And burned blue, every one
The kettle hisses now
Her sweet release
Her quiet death
The water screams
with its own unbecoming
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Clouds
03:53
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I remember as a child
Standing in a courtyard of sorts
Looking up at the sky and watching as the clouds moved
Realizing I had no idea how anything actually worked
And it made me feel so small
How childish and lonely to realize the migration of clouds
A haunting epoch of self-awareness and clarity.
I think I knew it then;
The truth of my mortality.
Forming from nothing,
Sunshine and peace.
Building then billowing,
Rage and rain.
Dissipating, faded, and final.
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Iambic Beats Los Angeles, California
We have so many titles. A few of mine are: scientist, poet, writer, singer, mom. I like to think I live at the intersection of music and words and always asking questions. A goddamn lovely place to be.
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