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Soundscape Strata
Did Bach know to what end
his harvest of melodies-in-parallel would become?
Scholars agonize
Was creation of counterpoint
musical destiny
a hybrid fruit of beauty
knowing no boundary
bewildering those of first look
given musical staffs
voicings and manuscripts
always conformed to traditional confinement?
What spurred his palette of sound
to become one with the elusive rainbow
providing independence through marriage of numbers
allowing prolonged courtship
sanctioning destinies to verge
converge
separate
return to coalesce?
And so
From guitar
to clavichord
string quartets
to symphonies
counterpart airs were discovered
became melodious architecture
challenging new musical frontiers
voiding tundra's boundary rules
reducing history's brass survey monuments
to mere reflections of past memory
Popularization of Bach's invention
soared beyond the artistic elite
for in '55 "Picnic" graced movie screens
initiating the unsuspecting
elevating emotion with layered melodies
Moonglow playing under the love theme
Bach's kaleidascope of synchronous colors
reached the century's romantics
keyed into a music major
minored ala Brubeck
scat-a-tized via Ella and Mel
and
made unity of opposites a given
Thus
From Bach's synthesis of two dimensions
musical ironies evolved
influencing writers' language
line upon line
stanza to stanza
chapter to chapter
making magical
the double entendre
metaphor
subtext
contrapuntal imaginings
all translated into
infinite language-in-progress
With applause knowing nowhere to go
except to acknowledge the roots of prodigy
a high five to the man
who pioneered so much of our soundscape
taught us all the numbers of romance
ironically created attraction to opposites
arpeggios with many colors
intimacy amidst chaos
Encore Mr. Bach
Encore
discovery
let us create a mission to mars
in hyperspace
perhaps a gpt game
where we isolate known valence electrons
these are source codes of electricity
which anonimity excludes
from detection
in p doping of semiconductors
we capture and confine static discharge
in the server and mainframing of our frame
our constitution
our coins are evident
yet outliers constantly join the angle and rebound
in economic input definitions
i postulate that economic hardship is created
not destroyed
and at the same time the law of energy does not apply here
we need this applicable law of a suppositional phrase
to turn
to turn a phrase
a bitcoin into a reduction of methods
methods used
to dissuade the mind from work
thereby creating dissolution of
of whatever paper exists in the subtext of our register
this non profitable sector in time
comes under scrutiny very often in law
and can improve with our diligence
change is forth coming
duplicate notes and false positives isolate permanent ink
fact checking of legislature in dcma is verifiable
thesis
mla
conclusion
assembly language
general assembly
peaceful assembly
pledge of constraint
removal of obstruction
so on and so forth
...Now some may think this trend depressing,
there’s this idea our creators’ minds
understand things on some deep level
when they happen to craft the sublime.
But I, as one more wayward writer,
find the crapped-masterpiece comforting,
since years of work have taught me one truth:
No one knows where folks take a-liking.
I have crafted meaningful pieces
that employ every skill in the art,
just to see them completely ignored,
barely read, much less taken to heart.
And I have dashed off silly sonnets
that I thought up sitting on the can,
only to see the views pouring in…
it’s a thing no writer understands.
But on the flip side, we come to see
that the chance always remains out there,
all we have to do is keep writing,
and not give in to our own despair.
If we cannot know what makes things great,
if it’s a whim of the universe,
then eventually something we write
will, by chance, become immortal words.
They’ll ‘read it deep,’ or see ‘the subtext,’
academics will drape it in praise;
Why it’s genius? The hell if I know,
but it’s fun when people call you great!
A work that will stand the test of time…
Self-created unbeknownst to me,
sooner or later something sounds smart,
and I’ll have crapped out a masterpiece.
…Jus let me know when it happens, okay? It takes time to rent a tux.
Different Opinions Ain't Attacks
Relax if I wanted drama, I'd
Turn on Reality TV and watch folks
Falling to pieces
I'm not throwin' shade, I'm throwing thoughts,
And half the occasions they bounce off
You like "girl " , that's all you got?
We're just a pair of brains doin'
Mental gymnastics, Flippin' ideas like
Bargain-bin mattresses- Unsteady but
Somehow still workin' in practice.
Flippin thoughts like those mysteries-
Brand mattresses online-
You don't know what's inside, but it holds
Up just fine.
Flippin ' perspectives like discount mattresses-
A lil' unstable, but still gets the job done with
Zest.
Disagreement Ain't danger-its
Cardio for the cortex, A lil' jog for your
Judgement,
A stretch for your overtone, no beef, no grief,
No emotional sabotage- just grown- folks
Echoing through this community, epilog
Where the acoustics make every opinion
Sound like a monologue collage.
You toss your angel, I toss mine right back-
That's not a threat, that's a conversational
Life hack.
And if I crack a joke mid-debate, don't fluster
Humor's my way of keepin' the vibe
Aerodynamic, So your ego don't inflate
Like a economical pool float- tragic
No shade, no blade, no drama on deck-
Just swagger in the jargon and respect in
The subtext, Cause grown-folks can disagree
Without fuming it's complex.
So breathe let your thoughts expand out
And yield in.
Let your peace stay seated while your mind
Takes a stand,
Cause different opinions ain't attacks,
They're just an extra way to understand...
And if you still feel attacked?
Dear, that's your WI-FI- not my words-
You need to reset your emotional modem
And try again.
Maybe you have got to thinking
I probably should read more books,
but there’s just so much crap out there,
is anything really worth a look?
Is there anything worth my time,
something that will not disappoint,
something that strives to entertain,
not leave me feeling out-of-joint?
We all know there’s tons on lit fic
that is ‘too smart’ for things like plot,
liked only by some professors
who say ‘post-modern subtext’ alot.
With important sounding titles
like The Scarlett Lilac Dream,
where you muse for countless hours
in a bored bisexual teen.
They put a sticker on the front
claims it has won all the awards,
but you read it and realize
why some ancients fell on their swords!
And there’s lots of self-published stuff,
some of which can rather good,
but for every one you want to know
there are ten that you never should.
A lot of chaff to find the wheat,
who has the time to do all that?
Well I think you’ll be happy to find
I can relieve you of all that.
I call it THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
the latest book that I have written,
there’s plenty of fun awaiting,
so take a moment to listen:
Two former military men
get a job in the multiverse,
protecting teams of scientists.
ensuring that they don’t get hurt.
They a face a wide array of foes,
of almost every shape of kind,
like intelligent dinosaurs
who are dead-set on genocide,
or a gruff, prehistoric bear
hunting our heroes for a meal,
or German doctors who love sex
but don’t allow themselves to feel,
or alien bugs who reproduce
through a form of body-horror,
or wild west madmen who think
new civil wars will bring them honor,
and transdimensional slavers,
what’s a multiverse without them?
It may be a dangerous job,
but these are dangerous men.
Again, it’s THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
and it’s for sale on Amazon,
just one click gets you adventure,
scifi fun and action strong.
THE BOYS OF THE BREACH, now available on Amazon!
He’s behind the bar,
polishing glasses
like they’re his last remaining purpose.
“I know things!” he insists.
“I watch Question Time!
I once bought quinoa by accident!”
He pours stout
with the weight of centuries.
Tries to explain The Bell Jar
like it’s a limited-edition craft IPA.
You raise a brow,
sip espresso
from a flamingo-shaped chalice,
and summon Virginia Woolf.
—
She floats in —
half disapproval, half divine fog —
and asks
if his masculinity
comes with a recycling bin.
He gulps.
“But I— I run a respectable establishment.
We do quizzes… on Thursdays!”
—
Enter Frida,
eyebrows arched like battle lines.
She lights a cigarette with her pain
and paints the room into discomfort.
—
Medusa follows,
snakes whispering subtext.
She glares at the jukebox —
it turns to stone.
—
You intervene (reluctantly).
He’s soft.
Confused.
Still polishing.
Still hoping to be useful.
—
Then the Amazons arrive,
wearing fury as fashion.
One reprograms the jukebox
to only play Nina Simone.
Even the Rabbit (yes, that one)
fidgets beneath the weight
of liberated metaphors.
—
So raise your chalice, darling —
to rabbits.
To rage.
To those who dare to feel.
For this is where myth gets messy —
and still,
we make art from the spill.
Inspired by a scene between two colleagues and close friends, Kai and Alex, portrayed by the fierce and gorgeous Samantha Richelle and the wonderful and interesting Christian Kane.
They're establishing what's really important to each of them, including each other. The subtext is subtle and sweet.
I love the line said by Alex: "...these people need snow globes." From Episode 10: "Brigade", Season 2 of "Almost Paradise".
May each of us be blessed to enjoy the world we live in and the people we share it with.
These people need snow globes
By Michelle Morris
27/07/2023
There is beauty in this moment
There is perfection in our world
We are all here together
Colleagues and friends and more
The enemy is defeated
The bad guys are behind bars
Our island is safe again
This community under the stars
We're all in this life together
Standing together day by day
It's an almost paradise shared
And we have adventures that remain
These people need snow globes
To remind them of miracles and magic
We are all here for each other
Creating love and light and family
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Dazzling rising sun of dawn is connotation of good day
Graceful face at first sight of day is subtext of lucky ray
Along with the autumnal wind the lavender scent
Wandered grasshoppers on the grassy spikes lane
Smiling beauty in the mustard flowers land
Silently passes time with honey bees band
O these are the connotation of beautiful love trend
No success of life in the lines of hands in this universe
No luck God made for human to live lazy dawn to dusk
Dependency makes paralyzed nation
Procrastination is thief of time passion
These all are the connotation of demeaning life farce
Impeccable talent wins game
Wise teamwork brings fame
Universal unity is the subtext of championship frame
Kill the ego; don’t cultivate the hatred inside
Avenge or revenge there is no beneficial light
Frustration is the pre-suicidal note of life
Greed is the accomplice of immoral tribe
These are the connotation of negative guide
Leave dark, come to the insightful life
Read thyself through the poetical hive
Life is the connotation of free positivity
Death is the connotation of trip eternity
-25/01/2023
Rhythms of pulses echo in souls, augmenting tenor of love song,
Reminiscing in sanctuary of life, together they shared for long;
Yet, memories sadly clamor aloud, since the day she’s been gone,
Of nightmares that cruelly shattered, dreams of their avid dawn.
Her unwritten absence now perturbs in void of the undone, unsaid,
As their unfinished tapestry longs, for stitch of the missing thread;
Vying affluence she delivered, to wealth of their beloved yore,
Steadfastly defying angst that destiny grievously brought to fore.
Unseen, she still occupies, fond yearnings of his moaning heart,
Struggling in her absence, since stealthily she decided to part,
Missing her hypnotizing smile enriching the fervor of her glance,
Nostalgic in embrace of desires, proffering a pledge of romance.
Emptiness haunts him now for misinterpreting clues of silent sighs,
As regrets torment: how long did her smile, hide her desolate cries;
Neither could he sense in her eyes, tacit bawl of love gone awry,
Nor could he decipher from her kiss, subtext of her covert goodbye.
Curtain may fall, music may end; yet allure of real love never dies,
Words of their solemn oath, unwritten absence no longer denies,
For bond of love reinvigorates hearts, tolling eternally as time,
Strumming passion’s sound of music, enamored in love sublime.
While gelid breezes of winter, quiver emotions of decaying rays,
And arc of horizon cedes to dusk, evoking grimace of malaise,
Casting shadows tenebrous, shrouding glimmer of a slowing day,
Desperate hope lingers still, in resplendence of autumn’s decay;
Gawking in yonder, where gamboge-orange woodlands fade,
Reminiscing in seasons harkening, realms of love now evade,
Mindful of the broken vows, when grievous calls destiny made,
When forever promises receded, and pledges eternal strayed.
Love now mulls~ if kiss of passion was a subtext of final goodbye?
Was it the last tear of hapless eyes; a bawl of love gone awry?
A silent protest, concealing mindfully, anguish of a forlorn sigh?
Was it the clamor of jilted desires, love enamored chose to decry?
Springs of past summon hope, having risen from wintry throe,
Nights of nightmare cede to dreams in halo of daybreaks aglow,
As candle of love revives hearts, fueled by inspirations of soul,
When whispers of sensuous hints, aspirations of romance cajole.
Desperate hope expounds repentance, vying healing through time,
Unsure if, pleadings in atonement, will redeem future sublime;
Whether love saplings will ever sprout, from ashes of passions bygone,
If dreams forsaken will blossom, in womb of tomorrow’s dawn.