Best Amplified Poems
Nothing is ever time wasted,
just the interlude to the rest of the album. Soon it becomes nostalgia. To think you almost pressed the skip button..
It's all about trying new things.
Slowing were briding the gap.
Looping untold tales of blues and jazz into our samples.
The things considered classical.
Instant vintage.
The things we keep hidden in headphones,
The venerability of hype.
It's always about the crowd.
Afraid to digest something different.
This was the first time I met her.
At first I laughed,
Reaction that I faced my own ignorance.
Listening again finding purpose.
Not knowing that we'd come to spend the rest of our lives together.
All three minutes and forty five seconds.
I was dishonest.
Not revealing anything real about myself until I heard it for the first time.
The first time she sung.
Music.
This wasn't an image to be upheld in front of others.
Or the gossip type spread circle to circle.
I was never exposed to this.
Skimming the top layer ready to press next.
Too far caught in the slander that first impressions can give.
History often repeats itself but this wasn't the case.
This was wholeheartedly the epitome of how she effected me.
The rhythm of how she moved.
How she spoke.
Like that I matured almost instantly.
She became my biggest influence.
A two way street that bridged the gap of my own ignorance.
After time I began to leave my headphones on the dresser.
We were amplified.
She'd follow me everywhere just as I'd follow her.
Soon it caught on to the masses.
Each and every thought became a publicist of what she'd recite over and over again.
A parental advisory issued with every cover.
Finding the one became a catalog.
Stumbling back to the first interlude all over again.
The copyright not for sell
amplified questions
I sit alone atop a mountain
my guitar in hand
peering out over the valley below
beyond green patched rifts
playing in the key of lost dreams
fractured chords out of tune with
decisions in distorted decibels
high volume idiocy wailing
as I telecast amplified questions
which now return to me
in the feedback of my own doing
she was the victim of amplified suicide
what does that mean? I asked Detective McBride
She tried to hang herself first, he rapidly replied
But the knot in the rope had become untied
She took fifty-nine pills from a bottle
which explains why her skin has a bit of a mottle
she finally crashed her caddy into a bridge
in the next county over, by Strawberry ridge
How do you know it wasn’t an accident? I dared to ask.
The sixty-two-page suicide note next to her aluminum flask.
amplified suicide was a strange and new term to me.
But now a concept that I finally could see.
Amplifying my mind,
Using Earths substance I find,
I am defining the line.
Darkness is also Divine,
Just waiting for light to shine,
Combining the experience.
The clearance to be you,
No matter what you do,
Unapologetically too.
There's only one thing that's true,
You view a creation,
In relation to the Source.
A creative force,
Enforcing what you see,
Atoms exist naturally,
Building your reality.
If you believe in gravity,
That is what will be,
Set your mind free,
The possibilities are endless.
This realm is to express,
To impress yourself,
Progressing consciousness.
An obnoxious definition,
Limits the magician in me,
Reaching to be set free,
Teaching me who I used to be.
Rooted in eternity,
The plants help me see,
Truth in connectivity,
Amplifying my reality.
Amplified beauty characterizes deeply evoked feelings gotten here,
in June's klieg-light,
lighting many nation of plants,
quietly rendering senses towards utopia,
vanquished with xanthophyll.
Yellow zoophytes!!
WORDS DECRIBED THIS
THEY DID NOTHING TO
DETAIL, WHAT THE EYE
REALLY SEE'S
I POSTURED MYSELF TO REDEFINE
EXPERIENCE
I POSTURED MYSELF TO DESCRIBE
WHAT WAS BEFORE ME
IT MAKES EVERYTHING BEFORE IT'S CREATION
INFERIOR
IT'S ARROWS POINT TO ALL DIRECTION
AND THIS ENCOURAGES ALL TO WANT
WISH AND DISCOVER
FOR THE SAKE OF CREATION
IT FILLS CAVITY'S
AND TRENCHES DRY SPACES
IT STANDS STILL
AND GOES PLACES
IT IS TIMELESS
AND EVER GOING
RELENTLESS
AND AWE SHOWING
IT'S AMPLIFIED AND WHISPERED
DIFFERENT AND STRANGE
IT'S RIGHT IN WRONG PLACES
IT WHY THINGS MAKE A CHANGE
IT'S HOW WE WILL DEAL WITH TOMORROW
IT WAS THOUGHT OF YESTERDAY
FROM NOW ON IT SHALL BE SPOKE OF
AS IT WAS HERE ALWAYS
Women don't like to be boisterous or create attention to themselves,
However, when the male population try to stunt their growth
or treat them as if they are jokes,
The soft feminine ways are cast aside,
so that women can rejuvenate their dignity and pride,
It is the way of the world to treat some women as if they
are third class citizens or air headed vixens,
So, if their voices seem amplified they are just enunciating their
cause,
Our male dominated world doesn't mind belittling them causing
them moments of awkward pauses and revolt,
Yet, when they try to stand up for themselves,
their agressors get shocked and jolted,
exclaiming they are insulted,
It doesn't matter that they try to reduce women
to shrinking violets, so they can maximize their control
as if they were submissive pets.
Blinding transfigured light ...
scales came off my eyes
Now I can see Jesus Christ!
Tubular turnings. Turnips training. In a circular formation only. Obligations are a given construction to a fistulae pattern. Oh wow the knowledge and secrecy of a bowl of broth. Singing sweetly however the remnants of a sharks dinner are displayed only on a bright canvass. Fishing in a bathroom is best achieved in broad daylight. Great. Orpheus's wisdom. Treading tailed trailers talking. And a fortified iron cobra clock strikes again. Good. Grab an iron then and wave it around. Hahahaha and a cutlet of smiling smoke. Chop chop chop. Hahahaha and a pink oink oink oink *** astronomically z
The water is still
Double images are seen
Reflections are bright
This memory amplified
from lights shining in the night
Heidi Sands
1/14/23
Hands lay bricks
build cities
drum the table
Feet walk the moon
stumble
and ache all too soon
Mouths mumble
jumbled words
and speak across the world
Men fall down and break
yet make whatever they will
Shall anything be impossible
to this amplified child?
Shall anything be left
when we’ve finished with the world?
Just crumbling concrete monuments
when quietness returns?
When young we yearn to break the rules,
But when the songs all sung are,
The young may think the old are fools--
The old know that the young are.
here we are
in the confines of nothing
enjoying the beauty of our united accomplishments
the weather does not matter
there are no hints of colds or aches
we are just as free as we can be
about four classic movies and a 90s action flick later,
we remember that it all ends tomorrow
howevernevertheless, there is no need for us to be blue
for you treasure your quality time with me....and i with you
there we go
basking in the glorious entities of everything
evolving in the magnificent creation of our solidified foundation
MUSIC MAKES GREAT TIMES GREAT
AND MAKES BAD TIMES MISERABLE
IT CREATES CONVERSATIONS
AND CAUSES PEOPLE TO DIVIDE
IT MEANS DIFFERENT THINGS TO PEOPLE
AT THE SAME TIME
IN APPRECIATION IT IS ADMIRED
THEIR ARE SOME TO USE MUSIC TO SPEAK
TO THE MOMENT WHICH SOMETHING HAPPENED.
SOME BELIEVE MUSIC CAN CAUSE SAVAGE SOULS TO CALM
AND MUSIC CAN CAUSE MEN TO BE MADE MAD
IT IS EXPRESSIVE BY THE ARTIST
AND USED TO CONVEY AS FANS OF THE SONG
ONE MIGHT LIKE THE MUSIC OF THE SINGER
AND NOT LIKE THE ARTIST
OR VISE VERSA
SAY THE LYRICS SPEAK THEM AND LET
THE MUSICIAN FIND THE NICHE
OR DEBATE THE LYRICS AND CAUSE
FOLK TO FIND YOU MAD BY
THE WORDS OF AN ARTIST
CHANGE THE LYRICS TO SUIT YOUR PERSON,
AND MAKE THEM SWEET AND PRECISE
RIGHT FOR THE OCCASION
RIGHT TO BE ADMIRED AND LOVED.
SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE ONE WOULD SAY
SOMETHING FOR EVERY OCCASION
IN HABIT OF BEING SATISFIED AND
POSITIONED TO BE HEARD
THE RIGHT SONG WITH THE RIGHT WORDS
CAN TRANSCEND EVERY GENRE TO BECOME
RIGHT FOR ALL PEOPLE AT ONE TIME
SOME THING UNILATERALLY RIGHT!
L-ove
I-s
Z-estfully
A-pplied,
N-icely
O-ffering
V-ery
I-ntimate
C-onnection
I-'m
O-n
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Liza Novicio)