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yes
it's the
same oldt
not a problem
something ridiculous
a meaning for nothing
screaming out hey man relax
no reason to rush and be early
life keeps moving at its own speed
we're just here to go along for the ride
to make what we will of scenery passing by
and establish a mechanical understanding of life
so we may see it for what it means is just dimension
but not complete as a picture of the goings on around us
requiring only memory to make sense of it all as best we can
of this shakespearean play that appears mainly in sign language
because there are at least two different plots for audience distraction
and i can't randomly keep up with the popcorning shapes called this reality
so my life is as analog to parallel and understand the happenings as music......
stan sand
“We are like the moon. The moon shines anyway, but it does not produce its own light. It reflects the light illuminated onto its surface by the Sun and is never proud to say "I am the source of light". God shines through us, hence He deserves the glory; not us.”
Israelmore Ayivor
Children’s laughter rushes into my heart,
Where sparkling thoughts stir my feelings,
Kindling a light, soft and glowing, moving
Beneath the breath, retelling soul dreams.
Restless fireflies, flickering and glimmering,
Where mindless rhythms color me luminously,
Hesitating on the flames of autumn winds,
Searching the night for stars who stand still.
Winter’s blessings hasten to prepare fires,
Warming the memories with old desires,
Healing the summer with snowflakes,
Growing hope amid the angel formations.
Seas of compassion, warmed by understanding,
Form a silence between what is and what was planted,
Roots of grace, growing the stillness of softest sands,
Wisps of peace remember that even the ocean believes.
Children’s laughter, spreading light across the forest,
Seeking moments built on prayers for the discouraged,
Endless passions inspired by wings that seek solace,
Forever knowing, His love is our greatest comfort.
Echoing on the breeze of tomorrow’s breath,
A still, cool silence meant to reveal His truth,
Aching to see Him in the lines of misty moments,
He is alive, in the rhythms of a life who promises…
To live forever, where the worthy comes to divide,
Dark and light, good and bad, wrong and right,
Where we will all find the courage to believe
The One who created us to praise continuously…
With songs, psalms, meant to stir the soul who knows HE IS THE KING!
intro's*********Fretboard two tenors-two bass-two aucstic************
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pling,plung,pling:pling,plinka plung-whump-woomb
pling,plung,pling:pling,plinka plung-awhump-woomb
pling,plung,pling:pling,plinka plung-whoomp-woomb
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lead in for the strings and rythmn
voilens and chellos and the woodwinds
big drums included roll right in there
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then
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whoomp-whoomp-whoom!
pling-plung-plung-ginka-plinka-pling-plung
plinka-plinka-pling-plungg,plinka plung
plung-plinka-plinka-pling-plungg,plinka plung
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them horns
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shrilling brasses makes intro to the vocals
bass and tenors stil strumming
the bass full and the tenors tuned in the treble like harmony
but that bass-bassground sound moving thangs along!
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down tempo ,narrative that is intense on expression
giving the artist a showplace for vocal creativty
auh-ooh auh's and ooh-we-ooh's
" I want to impress her with my gentlmenly manners
so I crossed the boudoir to unzip heer dress
she lifted her hair up
allowing me to kiss her neck
the possible opion was to kiss her mouth
things wern't normal until breakfast. She called me at lunchtime
to make arrange,memnets for supper that evening.
Candy and flowers
and my tuxedo
we spent the night
on a crusie ship in the harbor."
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Written by:Cabaletta clarion
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a specific vibe of downtempo R&B, soul,,
or chill funk music centered around an
incredibly prominent, warm bassline
With so many battles and
killings,
with slim chances of
healings.
Our peace has been taking
away from us,
and our glory days are far
behind us.
Our nation has been torn
apart,
by those whose love are far
from our heart.
With tears running down
our cheek,
with the killings and
violence at its peak.
Every where is been
flooded by innocent blood,
and our treasure been lost
in the mud.
Everyday we live our lives
in fear,
with so much pain that we
can't bear.
People been nurtured to the
highest level of hatred,
and now innocent lives are
been affected.
Hatred has given birth to
death,
and death taking away our
precious life on earth.
With people living their
lives in hell,
even when they mean to do
well.
Properties are been
destroyed everyday,
and thousands of lives are
been laid to rest each day.
Is it a crime to be a
human? ,
or is it a sin to be a
nigerian? .
Is it a cause to crave for
peace in our nation? ,
a nation that's moving
closer to the point of
destruction.
Each day our kneels are
planted on the ground in
prayers,
to eradicate pains that is
been inflicted by peace
haters.
All i know is that all hope is
not lost,
because in the ebullient
nigerian spirit i trust.
No matter the trouble we
may be going through
today,
it will be a testimony we'll
say some day.
For every pain that we feel
in our heart now,
the peace of heaven will
erase it some how.
For every sacrifice we make
for the peace of our
country,
will go a long way to erase
every of our misery.
No matter the level of
destruction in our
neighborhood,
i believe one day
everything will change for
good.
I remember a few songs on TV episodes from my childhood.
I don't remember all the words, but do recall just a few.
I never realized the impact they would have on my life.
Two seem to have had the most impact.
One TV episode was called, "RAWHIDE".
There was a cattle drive headed to market.
After a rest period, it was time for another drive.
7 words from the leader proceeded each drive.
"Head them up; Move them out. Rawhide!"
The second TV episode was called, "CALIFORNIA".
Some of the words were,
"I've travelled here; I've travelled there
I guess I've travelled most everywhere
But I like where I am today
And this is where I'll stay".
One of the things RAWHIDE taught me was,
Always be prepared To Keep Moving On.
CALIFORNIA taught me that even when you
think you are where you want and suppose
to be, 'life demands' often force you to end
up in places you did not want to be. In a word,
both episodes taught me about 'Adjustments'.
Search for me ! I’m somewhere on Gaia
jumping timelines in azure release
planet raising consciousness, sublime
showers of pearlescent raindrops fall
traversing freely through dimensions
await phenomenal gifts bequeathed
as you plug into immortal bond
Search for me ? I’m inside of you, Heart !
There is tug of war between inside and out
map of my wondering mind invites you
I anchor your sensuousness whilst traversing
playful and scientific is my explorations
All your external quests leads you into my core
answers lie in our pulses held by the ALL
search for me inside telepathic waves
quantum is our eternal entanglement
Search for me from chaos to coherence
moving through tides of metal and fire
feel your rhythm in my veins all knotted
let go of outcomes as you Search for me
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Oh say, did you notice
a national predative anthem?
Moving immediately
urgently,
without reflection of starlight
sent or received,
From waving flags predicting elite weapons
fueled by complexly masculine
emasculating
militarized corporate industries
of mutual defensive risks
against international cooperative opportunities
to coinvest
In smoke-filled dawns of manifest destiny
toward freedom for all
self-righteous straight white males
especially with a divine right
as Earth's owners of enslaved
exploited property,
and home to the brave mercenaries
of death
and dying
and divestment technologies.
This anthem
is based on a patriarchal
powerful
psychological
and spiritual
and natural
and ecological
theological error.
Nowhere in our personal experience
nor our economic or political history
have we fought for freedom.
We do fight against oppression
but we flee,
apart or together, toward freedom.
Emigration is about exodus
toward hope and freedom.
Declaring wars,
expressing
and investing
our collective fears and angers,
These are about lands taken from reserved,
and feminized
and marginalized
and enslaved laborers,
forced immigrants into non-elite oppressions
of nationalism
patriarchalism
elite v non-elite dualism,
divides,
absence of win/win communication,
xenophobia
monoculturing suppressions
repressions
Where polypathic left with right win/win prominence
longs for polycultural confluence
rather than cognitive/affective dissonance,
flag waving
predicting nationalistic predative anthems
sung empty-heartedly and robotically
with elitist left-brain opulence.
If we sing it loud enough
long enough
we must be patriotically true,
But, to whom?
Moving On Don't Erase Wrong
It just proved the truth still talks
Talks through the cracks they tried to cover,
Talks through the silence they hoped would
Suppress me,
Talks through every bruise that learned how
To speak without permission.
I walk with what I encountered, not because
The story ain't done testifying.
They say "move on" like healing is hocus-pocus,
Like justice disintegrates
if you stop disclosing the wound.
But I'm built from the kind of pain that shuns
To stay quiet, the kind that looms on corners
And tells the truth with its sternum.
Moving on, don't erase wrong-it just confirms
The truth still talks, and today, I'm the one
Letting it speak.
Clouds are playing everyday under the fair sky. Everywhere in their playground there's always brightness and happiness. One day, Rain asked the Clouds if it can play with them. Clouds said, "Yes." Days passed by and all clouds and drops of Rain play with gay. Then one shady day the Rain disappeared and the Rainbows asked the clouds, "Can we play with you?" The Clouds said, "No. Only until the Rain comes back and play with us." The Rainbows were sad and said, "We don't appear everyday. Why not play with us today?" "We will play with all of you if the Rain will appear and play with us again!" the Clouds averred.
Many days and months passed and no raindrops appeared before the Clouds. The lands that were so rich and fertile under the Clouds are now being dried by the Sun. Years passed and many soft grounds drifted and collided with each other. Grounds became brittle and turned into sands. Overtime these sands transformed into desert and clouds turned blue. One misty day, a tornado visited the desert grounds and Clouds were blinded by dusts. Rainbows never appeared again when the Rain didn't return. When humans of modern times dubbed some dark clouds as "nimbus" during stormy days, the Rain and the Rainbows play together while no happy Clouds are visible in the sky... What keeps the World moving?
Haggis
I was walking up Benarty hill
When a Haggis crossed my path,
It jumped into a puddle
As it took it`s morning bath.
It splished and splashed in the puddle
And then it dooked it`s heed,
And here`s me standing thinking
That Haggis were long since deed.
It jumped right oot the puddle
And shook it`s coat bone dry,
I moved to get a closer look
Twas then I caught it`s eye.
Motionless and startled
Then it took off like a shot,
So I took to my heels and gave chase
With everything I’ve got.
I could see the heather moving
As I followed in its wake,
But I found it hard to keep up
As my legs began to quake.
I slowed down to a canter
As I cast my beady eye,
I can’t see it in the heather
But sometimes Haggis fly.
I walk on through the hillside
At every twist and turn,
Till I see a dozen Haggis
All skipping er the burn.
Big ones and wee ones
All chatting as they go,
Some are black some are brown
Some are white as snow.
A Haggis for all seasons
Did anybody know?
How do they get about at night?
Maybe some Haggis glow.
I watched them playing on the hill
Then they ran off through the trees,
I felt so proud and privileged
I dropped down to my knees.
You can walk the hills for many years
And never catch a site,
Of that wee illusive creature
A Haggis in full flight.
So if you want to see one
You have to be real still,
Remember this the next time
You go up Benarty hill.
I've been up since so many times
In many kinds of weather,
But I've never seen another site
Of Haggis in the heather.
Maybe I’m just lucky
That they let me see them play,
But I always keep my eye out for them
Every other day.