Listen to Love Life by Richard Charles Stevens (Eskimo Suite)
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live life love
live life love
live life love
embrace it
fear is the killer of minds
disinclined to revere the caress left behind
feeling austere
we steer desperately
veer to the wreck of the hesperus
tethered to fright
light sources falter
thus altering state
of minds tied to fate’s wayward design
pavement cracks fractured
we fall back
on all that
we capture
from major decline
love (live) life
heaven forbid
the participant dies
before vigilant eyes
prize significant rise
bid for position astride a white horse
march towards an indigenous tribe
love life
embrace it
live each dream
and chase it
seek the red cedar tree
fearlessly shake it
reach for the skyrise
you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight
love life
embrace it
seems ill-timed to waste it
can fire our desire
providing we taste it
reach higher than spire
and you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight
from sheer drops
our teardrops
can quench engineered crops
refurbishing earth
to concur souvenir shop
should a pin drop
within earshot
there’s a slingshot on hand
dead eye and a clear shot
to the quick stop
of the damned
underhand they may be
but with that comes a great need
to take heed
of brave deeds
through pit stops unplanned
fall back
on all that we capture
from gridlock and lift off
equipped to spread wings beyond span
love life
to have lost
we had to love
we had to taste
we had to touch
we had to laugh
we had to cry
we had to live
we had to die
we had to feel with every sense revealed by trusting just enough
to know that what we felt was surely love
(embrace it)
love life
embrace it
live each dream
and chase it
seek the red cedar tree
fearlessly shake it
reach for the skyrise
you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight
i’ll make your heart start
your fucking heart start
i’ll make your heart start
(embrace it)
(embrace it)
when skies fall down
we drown in sorrow
robbed of our tomorrow
skins pale
hearts frail
eyes resemble hollows
we beg for one last chance
when chances are
there’s none to borrow
and not a soul appears to know our pain
we shed our tears
yet persevere
with road ahead no longer clear
for days
for weeks
for months
for years
such anguish we retain
precious things are precious things irrelevant of endings
fallen angels can remain forevermore ascending
forevermore ascending
love life
(embrace it)
love life
embrace it
live each dream
and chase it
seek the red cedar tree
fearlessly shake it
reach for the skyrise
you might find
you make it
leap blind
from the steeple
take flight
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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