Long Musics Poems
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Salve for the soul in healing sound
Rhythms balm spreads in division
Lifts the hour high
Explodes the troubled mind to calm
Birds Interpret song on wild notes
Orchestrations with crescendos fly
Rise with symphonic melted hearts
Murmuring violins, strings together, meld
Overtures dawn with the song respond
Repeating every measure operatic
Movements operate on scores created
On levels not recorded simply on their merit
Far from civilization primal saxophones blast
Jazz discordant jungles awake inhabitants
Afraid, stir in the fields, collaborate
Instruments strike a wonder cord, relax
Falling rain that drops one note away
Stay up any way
Try not to reason with the rain
On pastures pure meandering
Rock and roll misgivings earthquake the dead
Bring them back to life with melodies
Raw streaming strings and drums, melodic sounds
Listeners never miss a beat, good enough to eat
Green waves of grass will laugh in harmony
Grow closer to an open concert stage
Quiver for an instant explanation
One that never came
Nearer than you will ever be
To solid ground in symphony
Feel a mystery evolve unsolved
Far from the here and now
There is something in the air not there, perhaps salvation
Far from the common cold, almost a religion, not quite a song
In musics realm, tilted towards the left, the brass section
Trombones for sure to settle the final score finale
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
The dreams are just before my eyes,
And I can see the forms coming into clarity.
I reach out to take hold of this,
This one desire at this most perfect time.
But you, Susurrous Mind!
Why do you speak?
I am near my sleep
And you cannot just wait til the morn?
Must we now decide to reanalyze all we are,
Figure what we shall keep and discard?
You have broken me now, twice, just today!
I have left my principles for your sake!
See how I write,
This is not my way.
The wearing of days without rest adequate
Has done this, and now I changed my musics?
Let it go, let it be,
My spirit is willing, yes
But my body is weak.
Let the complexities fall away,
Just for this moment.
Be simple so that I do not wander about a labyrinth.
One way in, one way out,
Both ways dealing with all you wish to talk about.
Free-verse and country, what is becoming of me?
Neither true to form no, but that is my sanity.
Holding true, holding fast,
Waiting for my sleep at last.
Take a pill to make me sleep,
We both know I can’t.
But Susurrous Mind,
If you will to keep me awakened
Can it be useful and have studies be undertaken?
Of course not, no!
You must be in control.
Pick up a book and be sent right off,
But it isn’t the rest that I dream of.
This write is from the insomniacal side of me.
I am aware also of my repetitive neology.
Goodnight, goodnight, but not before the fight.
We will wrestle, you will win,
And I maybe get my prize.
Susurrous Mind, keep it down!
I sleep heavy, yes, but your screams silence cannot drown.
Now it is time for a sleeping spell.
Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.
I shall lie and await.
I shall quietly hate.
These moments before the slumber, I detest.
Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.
The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper...
The thought of your touch,
Like a satin scarf,
In the warm sunlight.
Then
I long for that loving look,
To shine on me
In the Daylight.
Right here
In my arms
Wrapped like bark
Around a tree.
What words can say
How the flowing curves
Permeate from eyes
Into my soul?
This view
Will
Have to do
Wooden bowl...
Colored glass...
Blank page...
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics
2025.08.04.
On this Monday, I was so please,
To find a piano in a new place.
Its location, opening and closing hours;
The welcome notes stand erected next to it:
"Do you know a tune? Come and play me"
Have successfully lured me,
It was a Brash and Paling black baby grand piano,
So far everything suites me to a tea.
I sat down, cleaned the keys and started playing.
Strangely, I got nervous for no apparent reasons.
I played alright but missed a key every now and then.
I felt embarrassed and started to wonder.
There was no audience in the foyer,
Nor any one I knew of in this building,
So what was all these anxious feelings.
Over a few day, more and more people filmed me,
Especially when I played
"The Moon represents my heart" and "The Love Story".
I was overwhelmed by their sincere appraisals.
I thought hard and then realised,
It was the songs I chose,
The ways I played them with passion,
As remarked by Beethoven
"To play a wrong note is insignificant
To play without passion is inexcusable".
This time, I played and took regular breaks.
The tuning was much better than all others.
The sound was loud but subtly,
It still required tuning but not desperately.
Last but not least, the long opening hours,
Enable me to come in the early evening,
And that helped freeing up
My day time to do other things.
At the end of the first evening,
Some one asked if I would be back next week,
So he could hear more of my musics,
Well, it was nice to have a date with a music's purpose.
In another day, some one offered to help me
Gaining access to the piano on Sunday.
I was quite overwhelm by the whole situations.
This new experience suited me in every sense.
From memory, it was one year ago,
I warned BB about the Lunar month of the ghost,
I planned not to see him just for that month.
But he made a decision, terminated our friendship,
Without saying goodbye, nor giving any explanation.
Well, life moves on and definitely I have moved on.
However, if it was not for BB, I would not have played piano.
Ironically, he would never heard me playing.
Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.
The sweetest of angels, for some who see
Accepts and gifts a complete comfort,
Overcoming resistance that may be offered
If your eyes are weak, use the looking glass,
To see the barely bearably beauty of the petals,
They embrace you so as you melt there in joy.
Wrapped in this near-ecstasy
Give yourself fully to this pure lovely whiteness...
Fully, mutually, lovingly embraced!
Standing tall and joyously,
You do not fear the deep, dark moss of the wood,
You feel the full gentle power of our Mother.
It's more than a smell,
Coming from beneath, above and all around you,
You're truly home here in this deep green place.
We can almost be there as mortal angels.
Free ourselves to be there too as we are here, now.
Vaporous yet complete,
Whole, free to go any or everywhere as we please.
The seduction of a feel,
Of a flower,
Of deep night.
When
I think of catching the spirit,
Of the
Night.
Over there
On the
Palm
Over the stairs.
If i could catch
That
Slump
Into a gaze.
Encryption
And
Put it in a
Vase…
Bottle…
Paper…
The touch, so deeply desirable,
The bloom is opened,
Especially in the kind dark.
Reaching
For the comfort of this living ghost,
That
Warms the evening.
My view is
Of the
Arching branch
Sheltering the walkway.
With
Graceful sway
It enlivens my spirit.
Few, perhaps only one
Feel
The sensuous art
Of phrase...
Of hand...
Thought convoyed by eyes only...
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics
Time-
Rhyme,
Bells chime,
Echoes mime...
How musics sublime;
Its functioning... through one's lifetime
Birth
Worth;
Nice mirth,
While on earth.
God in every breath,
Holds back blueprint of distant death.
Fight
Right,
Off plight,
To stage delight...
Of bleak dreaming height
And make prospect's fire reignite.
Norm
Storm
Platform,
Age reform;
What age needs conform,
That aging discovery transform.
Take
Stake
Mistake,
Lot forsake,
To silent headache,
For blessings to staying awake...
Didn't go to sleep so no need to wake up
Claimed the last of the coffee, just enough to fill my cup
Ears plugged with my headphones listening to epic mix music
While writing a poem about my morning exclusive
The walking dead plays on my TV screen
Even though its not even being seen
Now I'm thinking about what to write next
Typing as I'm trying to create an effect
Even with no sleep, I still day dream
Thoughts pouring out into a stream
Water gleams as fish dive out to see
This imagery I created defines me
Right leg moving to the musics beat
Better stop before i catch another random cramp in my feet
Infatuated by my music and writing poetry
My love of expressing myself is clearly seen
alone sitting in the dark
Just glad I can't hear the dogs outside bark
Now I feel the need to continue honing my martial arts
But doing it with no rest would not be smart
Its five o clock now and soon the sun will rise
Stayed up but still got things to do so can't close my eyes
The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.
Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
Compiling the days that define myself to myself
Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
Building up a narrative.
So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.
Childhood: Flash
Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
Empty Nest: Flash.
Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me
The particles dance and shift
Cells die to be replaced
The face in the mirror becomes my father's
Molecule by molecule
With each passing instant.
The particles dance and shift
Moving back towards the dark unknown
From which they came,
Yet somehow in the midst of it
The I that was
And am
And shall be
Remains to watch the long parade unfold.
And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -
And then, my fellow marchers,
O my many, varied Loves,
On that last Winter's day,
Where will we be,
Where will we be?
What musics shall we hear?
What wonders might we see?
it starts off sounding
complicated
one them ones
thats what you make it
sounds and mixes
tuned for a band
ah singer would say
you can't sing over this
we say
"yes you can'
Background singer
wiff the Creame ah: ooh ahh's
funky groove
bouncing bras
finger snapping
sounds delicous
phat beats
grooves nutreincous
rizpetto set in stanzas
in the video she's on cameras
Changed the lyrics we gotta
new duration
suppozza sing it
but he gonna say it
sound the brasses
sing sumthang like
re-ahh sha wah
the ooh ah-ooh ah on the grind me parts
ahh chi-cha dew wah
bassline licks
hot and stankin
sum strings to sooth the sound
and vocalists getting down
the kinda sound
to were the musics grooving
beats keeps all-ya'll movin
Crunk and full of soul
ya'll like those
ah-she wahs
goofin wiff dah ah-she ah's
riffs groovin on the Wonez
Riffs Grooving on
the Wonez