Three Crows Bathing in the River

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Walking along the trail I saw
Three crows bathing in the river
Their feathers ruffled from the wind and water
A brilliant blackness glistening in the sun
Mimicking the water’s surface
With its diamonds and mirrors of light
I stumbled forward
Tripping on the unseen root
My eyes focused on the
Three Black Birds
Staring back at me
While the scenery started
Morphing into something different
Than my original interpretation
Of the river, of the flock
A slimy sheen covered the water
The sun masking my first glances
The distance preventing acknowledgement of other senses
The stench burning into my nostrils
The three black birds standing proud
With their beaks pointing towards the sky
Then I realized
The murder was actually
Three white doves covered in mud
I am grateful for walks ❤️

Poet

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Oh Poet
Writer of lovely verses
With your imagination
Shaping metaphorical figures
Around your bright red
Tongue
Do you know me
Oh Poet
You claim to see
To make us believe
However daunting your task
How far will you run?
There’s a garden
Laid with flowers 
More than the violets
That you seek
Sunflowers stand tall
Guarding the edges
Oh Poet
What others would you find?
Once betrayed
Forgiven never forgotten
If you choose conquest
Over silence
You reap what you sow
I am grateful for words <3

A Bullet to the Heart

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I don’t know why we fall in and out of love
Humans hoard their vulnerabilities until they forget how to feel 
We gorge on the sensitivities of those perceptible to our eye(s)
Acting as a kitchen sponge rather than a breathing being
There are those who can love 
There are those who can be loved
Some people greedily accept whatever they can get
While others try to hold onto anything attainable
Fake smiles, lies, darkened thoughts, and mind fucks
Each skill handed off in this game of manipulation
She stole his heart so now he must go steal one for himself
It’s a dog-eat-dog world in this ‘spiritual’ madness
As all of the lost lovers gather together on the firing line;
A bullet to the heart is surely the only way to kill one’s afflictions
I don’t know why we fall in and out of love
I am grateful for the feelings of love <3

A Familiar Name, A Familiar Face

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Someone is talking in the distance

Indistinguishable words that hum into ears
The stars shine brilliantly between the black waves
Churning thoughts and emotions overhead
Air clings to the body like scaling skin
Pieces of flaky layers of the World around
A virus killing softly within the wind
Tempting the breath of those chosen 
Figures dance by in all of their fancy
Pretty faces with open mouths smiling wide
Boys and girls falling victims to the Romantics
Inventing lives upon hurtful stories and lies
Would you recognize my face if you saw me?
Would you guess what I could be thinking?
These are the questions that I dream about
The answers we seek often never surprises
Energy breaks free into me then through
A solid wall of heavy empty space
Another piece of the imaginary puzzle
A familiar name, a familiar face
I am grateful for everyday <3



New Song Clip

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hey everyone, thank you for listening to getscarce! we added a clip of what’s to come and we’re excited to share it! We have a show this Saturday and it would mean a lot to us to hear your feedback. Have a great week!

http://www.reverbnation.com/q/5mzanp

<3 Muse

Here I Am

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Clumsy animals of the wild

Asking for handouts to survive

Picking up the pieces out of spite

Accepting peanut shells able to find

We eat to count the years of life

Sustaining the body in anyway, every time

Self-proclaimed Masters of ignoring emotional strife

Can you hear me calling?

I thought I wasn’t even trying

Until the sky began falling

And now,

Here I am

I am grateful for patience <3

Unrecognizable me

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Breathing in the mental hunger tasted

By ordinary thoughts created

Memories of what we question

Of what is real and what is a reflection

Or the mental mind stamp of time and place

The pictures drawn to dream

Each moment to catch your attention

Bracing for the next life lesson

Simple happiness simply wasted

The imagination is hated

Painting on a believable face

Unrecognizable me

I am grateful for mirrors <3