Long Synth Poems

I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe...

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(A Presentiment: two lost Wint souls alone converse,
so mind the grown gap——Longshoreman’s Fall hearse.)

"The last boat draws near, allow us depart."
All aboard, all aboard—!
"So Time has pierced now, as a bull's-eye dart."
All aboard, all aboard—!

I....

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Okay, here’s a shot at those lyrics, aiming for that Prince-meets-Brandy-ballad-with-a-Usher-hook vibe. I've opted for an AABB rhyme scheme with some internal rhymes to add to the flow.


Title: Cinnamon Skies (For Him)


(Intro - Soft synth...

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I hit the master switch
And all the lights and racks come on at once
The mood lights overhead, the rack equipment, flashing, glowing
Keyboards, amps, mixer, recorder, effects, EQ, sound mods, sequencers
Screens, laptop, pedals, playback system, and...

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Inspired by "Synth moments" 
instrumental.
Green tape instrumentals 
record by Evidence of Dilated 
Peoples.

Without this! All is... completely 
senseless,
Competing myself in search for 
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind 
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know 
what...

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Alright, let's get this crowd moving! (Adjusts microphone, smiles warmly) Yo, what's up, everybody? Let's get down to the nu sounds/
  We're talking about a feeling, a vibe, a pulse/ You know, sometimes you...

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(Heavy Trap Soul Beat Drops - 808s Deep, Melodic Synth Pads, Snare Rolls)

(Verse 1) Yo, uh, stepped in this , drippin' like Poseidon Neck froze, wrist froze, yeah, my diamonds speak volumes, no lyin' They...

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Written: August 11, 2023
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In a world saturated—with eclectic noise,
Synth melodies dance, enticing with poise.
An earworm takes hold—its grip never wanes,
As we crave for a moment to break free of chains

Through the cacophony, a floral dress...

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(Intro Chorus)

Can't get enuf
Can't get enuf time with you
I can't get enuf - get enuf of you

Can't get enuf
Can't get enuf time with you
I can't get enuf - get enuf of you

(Verse A Section)

Tryin' -...

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How could he be so cold with the raging lightning striking through his aluminum lines? 

His synthetic skin made of wax, glass, and fibrous mass has more than an eternity brushed abrasively against my own....

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            Heaven's lampstand is in it's umbilical 
surrogate station, feminine machine,
golden crystal-mobile nannying the fore-runner of the King of Kings.
A mothering stalwart-synth-work-Defender, 
of the...

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Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
  
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming...

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The pulsing red, a scanning eye,
Across the asphalt, swift and sly.
A whisper soft, a turbo boost,
KITT arrived beyond dispute.

Michael Knight, a lone crusader,
Against the wicked, the invader.
With leather jacket, windswept hair,
A silent promise filled the...

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Oh, you’re cool. Deck.
With your battered copy of Naked Lunch
tucked away in your thrift-store
		-satchel, it’s definitely a satchel-
that holds your cigarettes,
the ones you bummed last Wednesday,
and the extra scarf you keep with you
	at all times
just...

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White Suits and Wet Streets, A Miami Vice Poem

The pastel blur of Ocean Drive at twilight,
a saxophone weeping through the humid air.
White linen jackets catching the neon glow,
shoulder pads sharp enough to cut the tension.

Crockett's...

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