Pink Floyd
Such cruel misery, shocking
Parents generation distanced themselves
"The Dark Side of the Moon"
Psychedelic rock,
they could not believe -
or did not want to believe
Hallucinogens on vinyl !
Surrealistic !
"Is There Anybody Out There?"
Worldwide recognition
"Shine On You Crazy Diamond"
Pink Floyd - giants without a doubt
innovative in their; "Time"
"Oh, By the Way"
... "Have a Cigar"
A GOLDEN AGE
It was the early Sixties when music changed
Rock Around The Clock had paved the way
But many previous styles had seen their day
As modern songs were differently arranged
The Mersey Sound burst out upon the scene
The Beatles in particular, led that revolution
Then almost very year adding a new solution
Along with many others, all young and keen
Of course there was always the U.S influence
And Motown lasted longer than was expected
Loyalty to the favourite radio station selected
But soon, instrumental tracks made less sense
Electric guitars earned their permanent place
But distortion spawned so many a new effect
And much studio tech that helped to correct
But the Pop TV shows filled a popular space
Much music of that era did sound simplistic
But with classic songs and arrangements too
Yet committed to embracing what was new
Despite some Hippy overtones of the mystic
But that memorable decade drew to a close
Whilst colour replaced old black and white
A beat generation was mostly treated right
It shall return and be welcomed, as it goes
In the light of hope, dreams soar high
With unity and strength, we touch the sky
Together we rise, in a new dawn’s gleam
A golden age waits, for us to believe and dream
© daniel miltz
Long marriage happen, ergo
Because of mutual respect
Compromise and sacrifice not ego.
It's an incredible amount of time, vis a vis
Of good health and long body discipline
To have marriage long togetherness.
Love is getting better and stronger
When your getting older and bolder
Like the sunset it's going to be more golden.
Only beautiful souls could arrived golden age hub
What is something real will last forever
And those who don't stop loving will have everlasting love.
A camelot on the horizon, ending a Viet Nam war, fallen walls and Soviet Union collapse, while the people dreamed on, in the midst of food shortages, starvation and death, loss of home and hearth and the promises of change amidst the Afghan push and independent rule for land and possessions, tighting the hold over the popukace.
People though, are creatures of habit, wealth comes at a cost, then power and greed seek more control until... one party rule without obstacles alone survive the intimadation and lie, truth ground to dust, given in to the ruling class, the loudest voice, self centered, preserved by the dollar sign, the elephants in the room.
A golden age, full of golden dreams and hopes of golden years,
promiseof streets paved with gold inlays and paths worthy of taking,
possibilities that faded with the times, mere memories now
of what could have been, would have been, should have been
had we only stayed the course.
My ramblings on the changing times.
When was that golden age for which you yearn?
A perfect Eden? where we’d yet to learn
To conquer and to dominate the land
And Mother Nature held the upper hand
Did Earth confer a blessing or disdain?
When life for most held hunger fear and pain
Would you prefer to work from dawn ‘til night
To barely feed your own if there’s no blight
Would we not take from Earth its carbon treasure
That might then be our choice - resulting measure
A living: hard and brutish till truncated
Though Earth crust exploitation be abated
In wave on wave wild nature vectors veer
Forever repetitious changes steer
A cyclic challenge we may seek to stay
In vain protest against eternal fray
Though we must face, confront all strife revealed
Why inculpate what cannot be repealed
What if that blessed life-affirming vapour
That all green life on Earth has need to savour
With increase, plants and trees the more to nourish
Unintended consequence: all life to flourish
How ironic: that which many seek to ban
Could bring a golden age to life of man
Chosen subject for contest: Energy dependancy
today's youthful self
one step into the future-
trice second older
10/29/2019
Much like the setting sun
Whose golden rays to us all enfold
I enter the promised land of gold
To live all the fun.
It’s golden age I’m told
My teeth and I sleep not together
And my eyes lay bedside like my father
Like many who become old.
Then my head may spin
My voice shaky and my limbs weak
I am wrinkled and faster is my heartbeat
It’s the shape I am in.
But some may be fine
Though I limp and fight blood sugar
And breathe with a wheeze and grow feebler
And my sun may not shine.
In my boyhood joys I recall
Though hopes and dreams stole my sleep
Love had a meaning for ever to be
With family and friends and all.
The past lies in the present
Like birth, one must prepare the end
The methods that those above send
But why life cannot be reset?
Blank faces droning on while senseless words
reverberate through the waves.....
Education is dead. DEAD I say.
But still they flock like blackened crows
to a pile of rotten flesh.
The minds today are like rusted gears
flaking at every turn.
No Room for Pointless study.
Reality exists within a plasma filled box
hanging on the water-stained wall.
Literature is just a remnant of a
lost generation.
A vestige.
An appendix,
an organ now useless and ignored.
Inside a silent tomb
rests a woman,
who is wound up
like the way a spider
winds a fly. The priests,
with white robes
and the eye of Ra
glittering on their chests,
wound her with spells
that wouldn't let her soul
be consumed by time.
Time slowly creeps like a spider,
slowly opening up its jaws
to people and things who are
easily forgotten.
As Pharaoh's daughter,
and favorite of the Nile gods,
time would never fade
away her memorable beauty
and charm written on her tomb's
walls, with writings of immortality....
What a picture this does bring
having reached this golden age
many decades has passed through
dance like one free from life's cage
Having lived and loved all this time
unbroken from many a storm
being forgiven so hold no grudges
raises you high above the norm
Let one's voice raise the roof
no matter what's in or out of tune
be free so joy sounds abound
living as if all the years June
O to feel and know of heaven
down here effecting every day
nothing but goodness and mercy
makes one always want to stay
These golden years has reached to fill
us with experience of ages past
glory in pleasures been given
to live each day as our last
(this is based on the following quote)
'DANCE as though no one is watching
LOVE as though you've never been hurt
SING as though no one can hear you
LIVE as though heaven is on earth' - Anon.
A million years ago when I was 17
I was one with the garden...
I was free to come and go as
I pleased...in the breeze of angel
Wings...
Well it was The Golden Age of
Innocence and serenity, it was
The Golden age of sweet grace
And blessed divinity...there wasn't
Much more a soul could ask for...
Thousands and thousands of years
Ago in the Golden Age of tranquility
In the Golden Age of Eden's luxury...
Oh yeah and millions of years ago
When I knew your nakedness
Only pleasure was in my heart...
One together from the start...
Friends and lovers and we thought
It would last forever...
But we were banished from ever
Returning again because we defied
Our only no, no...But here we are
Again and it's A Golden Age, A
Golden age for us, for love just like
Then when it was genesis!
golden flecks and reflected light
float slowly to the base
caught in hands reaching high
and splash against my face
painting my skin a golder tint
washing cares away
i give them my time to spend
and lay down in their grave
Craft the world that be a stage
Vibrant vines in poisoned ivy
Creeping up these walls...
Watermarks pointing towards
Their progression; this thirst
Upon your knees please
Then you can read; except ?
Washing away the taste
A tear to soothe their numb
Release this becoming...
Make-up; lights camera action
That's a wrap; then, fade to black.
Golden days of youthful frolicking remembrance
As I lie upon my bed and wonder the time
Watching as my LOVE of life deteriorates into a villianous pain
Alzheimers destroys her mind; abuse and lethargy curse her actions
Hate and destruction spew from a dry well of memories
Time stands still in this room three sixteen until the end of days
Family doesn't want to see her emotional outburst
Visitations become less frequent, nurses are jaded to offer hope
Talks of transfering the "patient" into a special facility
Remove the problem from our mist....we can't be bothered with her outburst
In this room is the shell of a life...once lived according to her plans
Memories live on in the descendants when time can find peace again....
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