Hi everyone
I'm so excited to announce my new album called INVISIBLE
it took years to write and compile these great songs,
there are 10 in total.
Do me a favor please, go to:
johnderekhamilton.bandcamp.com
and give it a listen and please leave a comment
this is very important to me.
Thanks for all of your support.
John Derek Hamilton
September 12,2025
They take the powder then leave
they circle back around for the wings
They've stripped you of flight
turned you back into an insect
no hope to reach the yellowing light
Before your last breath
they've already slanted the epitaph.
In the aftermath there's no empathy
no chance to speak or weave an alibi,
all good deeds downplayed or forgotten,
A nameless moth in the back of the family album.
“Love is the strongest force in the universe.”
Can this statement be proven true?
Does it approve of the unusual orientation?
Does it contradict the unstoppable force against eux?
Could love hold its ground when everything crumbles?
Love lingers in the shadows, even when the light is hard to find.
I was told to know that love is invisible, yet visible
It pillages its way into your heart, leaving a bruise
Yet you somehow hold the poise.
It's a constant cycle, it never stops; it never stops; never changes
It leads you to your soulmate after fracturing your heart.
Once you meet the one, the void in your heart is ephemeral
Love can be unrequited, surging you into a hole.
Even when you give your oath
Love is a statement yet to be known.
I thought to myself, a nebulous thing(?)
“Love is a haze seen in the woods that never disappears;
Even when you hold your gaze”
As I've learned to know the characteristics of love
I dance to its rhythm, hoping it will fall my way.
Sky album opens
as day dawns
displaying
color spectrum
changing colors
from morn to noon
then noon to afternoon
till evening merging
to night
spreading tapestry
of turquoise sky
embedded with
sparkling spangles
of twinkling stars.
Front cover of fresh sunrays,
intermittent pages
controlled by dazzling sun
on day dreams
rolling rippling
slipping to calm quiet
serenity of evening
to be twined with
charcoal night
showing back cover
as day is over.
The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit
and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul
in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left
foot forward, except Paul and their short shadows inside the crossing.
Tree and parked car lined road under a clear blue sky, brown flats
peeking or towering the green trees and a bystander on the right
side and cars in both lanes a long way off, no traffic, no pedestrians
on a sunny, midday, based on the shadows in Abbey Road in London.
No album title, no band’s name and no artist name, just an image so
simple and memorable, the band casually crossing Abbey Road in a
moment of stillness that became one of the famous artworks in
history and album cover of all time and one of the most imitated.
I find an album with matt thick black pages
my wet eyes hungry for each pose of this girl
in pigtails with a reluctant kitty, then on a bike
in a pretty prom dress, then holding a baby, me
turning the pages your smiles become frauds
your skin wrinkled, your pain quiet and graceful
Am I here, am I there ...
Am I screaming everywhere,
Can't get in, can't get out
Snared by what it's all about
Beats of blue-green 'round my head
Share the space with rockets of red,
Splashes of yellow paint pour ...
Black and white reassures me more
Louder and louder, nearly deaf
Are there any sane one's left?,
Just what is it, tell me quick
Really, is it all in the music?
Thinking About the Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
1963-A new voice appeared in the folk music scene,
his songwriting skills came into play with this
album. Eleven of the thirteen songs were his
original writings. Songs like “Blowin’ in the Wind”
“A Hard Rains a Gonna Fall” and “Masters of War”
sparked a new revival and direction in folk music and
began the prolific career of one of musical history’s greatest
songwriters. Freewheelin’ was my introduction that led to a
life long fascination with the man and his music.
Memories Of Yesterday
A drawer filled with tattered
worn albums.
Each album holds sepia
toned pictures.
Photos of long dead members
of the family tree.
Most of them I never
knew.
I rarely look at them as
they are the past.
I hold on to them
because I am part of them.
I see a blank spot
reserved just for me.
I too will become one
of them some day.
Side A:
Players of an album made...
Vinyl, cassette, CD.
Audio output displayed
To ears of you and me.
Mono in the days of old
For output of a song.
Better mixing would unfold
When stereo came along.
Physicality was more
Abundant way back when.
One went to the music store
To buy albums - and then...
Side B:
...after years of being sold
In shops to you and me,
Music nowadays is told
And heard in MP3.
One's collection can be built
Online and through their phone.
Consider music as a quilt
With tracks together sewn.
Who would have visioned or thought
That since days of devices,
Artists can be streamed and bought
At reasonable prices?
To
The Unresolved Album cover with the null and void album
Cc
Involved parties in disputed acquittal
Bcc
Ownership of microfiche
Subject
“I let the fish go”
Dear concerned parties
(To whom it may concern)
After writing free verse for quite a few years, I am feeling my free verse is hurting me too much these days. Most of these are like daily writing, as I simply register the day to day in trivialities. Why will one care about your stuff anyway, if these are always tracing back to the ridicule zone, almost always? They were cathartic reasons, but they were never torturing this much, they were whence time was true.I hold no grudges, and I stop unfolding there, as I care deeply, and vulnerably.
Let them know. Let them grow.
Thanking,
A writer.
dry tree branch sways
autumn leaf clings
the last
leaf through photo album
memories of friend persist
Noel set me off.
Memories, permutations,
Eating paper.
My mother in her apron.
Dad with the black bin bag
Ready to bin the now useless wrapping
and
I thought.
As I heard my children screaming, snickering and howling downstairs.
What would set them off?
Set them off in their driverless car
Minor technological switches
Urine to wash the British navy's kecks
Half an hour rinse
After I've joined the dead
Thirty years from now.
Rasping like fleas
In August
the barn roof leaked
The plums hummed full of bees
the sweet nectar captivating
The children's heads nodding like flowers
and Mother couldn't care
Her form shrugging away
Presumably she would leave for home, unlit
these songs are about wizards (mostly)
the untroubled child sleeping peacefully
and when the new washing machine
arrives at the same time as the food delivery
you do wonder if the men at the door
exchanged pleasantries
did they make eye contact
did they ring the door separately or
one honk of it was agreed
non-verbally, or verbally
or with a wink, fist bump
or a hand sandwich
drive over a cliff listening to these songs
you won't feel a thing
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