If my heart ever has trouble dancing on beat
Just put your lips on mine
When the poem won't write itself
Gently hold my hand
Because when your lips interlock
With my emotions
Holding the world feels as if I'm holding you
I’d be lying if I said my forevers
Didn’t send you an invitation
In every possibility
You make my imagination
A calm reality
Dreams become passing thoughts
Breathing obsolete
My soul defies gravity
I didn’t fall, I reached for you
Knowing together we're that much closer to heaven
With your love under my wings
Your safety in my arms
This life has no interrupting alarms
Carry this one request
Allow me to crave you
Not to be too forward
But I've been waiting for you
Since I thought I understood sacrifice
Then I began fasting to grasp what I didn't first comprehend
I been fasting
To experience love at its purest form
I’ve been talking to patience
To get familiar with your voice
A voice that makes the echo home
A voice that rocks me to sleep
A voice I long to see
p.s. I just want to be in your presence…
Like wafts of sorrow
Interrupting the day
The Earth is shaking
This can't be THE WAY
How can light deliver darkness
To one who walks in TRUTH
Why would WISDOM
Clothe LOVE in grief since youth
The journey seems...paradoxical
Trying to make peace with chaos
In a constant state of restoration
Building materials taken from all loss
The fight is fading out of matter
The loosh has no energy to take
Fear perishes in the presence
Of what LOVE has never declared...MISTAKE
...all is as it should be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-04-2026
MUSIC AND THE VISUAL
extraordinary
influence
celebrated
paraphrased
experiments
a discussed
prefaced
leitmotif
illustrative
evocation
translating
literal
juxtaposed
polychrome
conceptions
floating
mirrored
settings
interrupting
transformed
apotheosis
parallelled
as
notional
utterances
seemingly
unbounded
imagined
superiority
extolled
narrative
embodiments
edifying
emotive
discourse
of
intrinsic
harmony
Please something give me meaning
In this cruelly repetitive modern life
I function but don’t feel alive
I read dull emails
I have dull conversations
With dull people
Yet I feel most alive when
Riding my bicycle along the bike path
Interrupting fairy-wrens
Like an obnoxious tourist
Disturbing their natural lives
I think they’re bidding me good morning
Perhaps they’re telling me to piss off!
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
"French Horn Overtones"
"They are watching me now
They watch all of us
I distorted my voice so
They don't know it's me
They said it came from
B$$$$$$tro but we knew
It didn't.
Code word is Cing of the Forest "
I don't feel like being bothered, sounds
Great but I wanna do it later. Hiding in that
Robe with a voice disguiser is cool, what
Ya'll doing later on?
Hey I gotta go, we will talk later!
"Bassoon is ah wait tis time we starts
the Thing-ah Jig, you'll know the words
To the following." Said the interrupting
Loud speaker. I have your kazo, I will be
In contact.
Yeah all right than the guy answered
As he walked away.
For real man why she so weird said
Strangs, I don't know but she some kinda
Phatt dough!
Don't change that one I like it
Like that, you heard what I said
See I love that one, I like this one too.
It rare when you like something and
Others like it too.
Maybe you don't know nothing bout that
Cause folk geek you out,
I ain't bragging, but sometimes that's what
It's about!"
Have you ever wondered what I was thinking?
When I look at you, my mind spirals.
I see you yawn and wonder,
Does your mind sound like mine?
The voices talking over each other.
Interrupting each other,
Never finishing one thought
Before beginning another.
Eventually, one rises above the rest.
I asked you if you had heard the noise and
You looked at me as if I were broken.
one o’clock moon
riding high, beming,
intimidating the
one o’clock stars;
chasing us down
dark alleyways
and empty beaches,
glowing gold above
interrupting darkness
in the night sky.
one o’clock moon
befriending, aiding
one o’clock lovers
guiding romance and
streaking the oceans;
drawing howls from
one o’clock dogs.
one o’clock moon.
FRUITS OF OUR SEX
The sexualization of men and women lurks on every street corner
From the eggplants at the grocery store
To the cucumbers laid out at the spa
Can’t a woman enjoy a ripe banana?
Or bite into a watermelon while its juices
drip down my chin, slipping into my bra
What is it about food that’s so sexual?
Or is the pleasure hidden in the hunger that drives it all?
A craving, a desire we all have—built in, hardwired
A balanced diet turns aphrodisiac, quietly conspiring
Fueling our passions
as they seep in, interrupting vision with cloaked actions
What if I don’t eat pineapple?
Or my cheeks puff up when I eat peach,
What’s so wrong with small cherries?
Do they taste any less sweet?
What about what I want—
Can I not have sex with socks on
just to keep from worrying about cold feet?
The fruits of our sex are something for the eyes to see
Yet labeled in bold: Don’t bite into me
Is that what makes you want us more?
The warning, the restraint, the closed door?
Indulge in your desires—still your thirst returns unsure
No sweetness stays long enough to cure
So tell me—
is it the fruit,
or the mind
that makes hunger feel impure?
I am in exam hall,
Deep silence followed by a wake up call.
Yes this is exam hall,
Where discipline prevails and is placed above all.
Some write with harmony and fluency,
Few try inspite of their ignorance and deficiency.
A very few repeatedly stares at the moving clock,
To check the momentum of their good luck.
The contact with the clock was short and temporary,
A command from behind was interrupting but necessary.
Now it is time for final reminder to all the participants,
Where all have to submit their paper as a mark of commitment.
Copies are submitted with the closing bell at the end.
The examinees left the exam hall to leave it in pure silence.
Master, you look dreadful.
Giving cold shoulders, second nature.
Posture slacking, worn clothes.
Bloodshot eyes fade into the background.
A change in gravity, pulling with all its might.
No more tears left to leave stains.
An avalanche interrupting my tranquility.
An unoriginal copy, just a mannequin.
Heavens, master.
You’re not singing.
Amidst the icy fortress of solitude,
snow and ice reign down.
As the ice pierces its way through the armor,
madness sinks farther into this bruised ribcage.
The sheer cold slowly seeps into the skin.
As it transforms this vessel into a cold heart,
frostbite traps these emotions in time.
Not fear nor sadness, just lifeless and numb.
A lack of peace, a restless mind.
We can remain as we are,
forever and ever.
There are rules to minds
that we may not be aware we set
Yet we also choose for processes to exist
that we forget, interrupting these values of gratitude
through stages in which we reflect
through forms of reasoning;
for the ears and tongues of my laymen:
emotions guide you to what you want;
depression, anxiety, reoccurring traumas
bear sensibility when any of those feelings
lead you to help.
Nothing will make sense
without taking whichever steps are needed
to leave this hell.
It makes sense, making choices
based off of feelings that have always taken you
to where you believe you should be taken.
This does not create an inherent price
for your judgment to come back
with fairness as a cost.
It's only a metaphorical transaction.
As much as the feeling of horror
may overcome a person,
the same strength of that feeling
can be mimicked by any of our emotions.
Why could it not?
If something can traumatize,
something can heal;
It doesn’t always rain,
I've seen beautiful weather at funerals.
Sleeping next to me,
holding hands, soft fingers interrupting my thoughts.
Legs intertwined, nowhere else I’d rather be.
A daring moment shared in dusk.
Honest, caring, elegant.
Pitch black hair wrapped in a beautiful bow.
Dancing under the moonlight,
I can’t look away.
Sacred, everlasting love.
Holding me, craving this bond.
Winter is here,
The blue moon harvest arrives.
Ascending like a moth to a flame.
Floating amongst stranger clouds.
If I can’t hear the sound of your heartbeat,
I know this place is not my home.
A star breaker, tearing the skies apart.
Our fireworks, trapped in time capsules.
How can we share love in your reality?
Floating in space with you,
We journey across scattered stars.
Though I do not know the way.
In your reality,
If I don’t know how to love you,
I’ll leave you be.
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