Man, What’s the Rush?
Music swirls like a summer storm, each note becoming a new form/
The horn speaks free in smoky jazz club rooms/
where jazz shadows sway and silence drinks in Monk's play/
Syncopated verses leap/
Sonic abstract jazz finds new life in innovative, revolutionary organic jazz, steppin' out into a new cookin' funk orchestration/
Guitarist John McLaughlin Grooves awaken in the mind, and meditation settles there/
a quiet home within the soul that is reelin' in the feelin'/
Man, that's something' else/
You bein' a cosmic swing jazz philosopher sing speaking' the hip dialogue of Ken Nordine/
In the clutter of a jazz-lit life/
art becomes a quiet riot rebellion/ and the work of our political jazz masters hang deep in our horn playin' activism of truth/ ya dig?
Here, in this sound stage of life
The day keeps shouting/
It has to be done/
But the horn bends time and asks, Man, what’s the rush?
The Main Theme For
" Subject To The Movie"
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The Orchestration
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I once believed love would
keep us together
we'd go through whatever
our desire not to be apart
I characterized, the reason why
it was cool to say I love you
that feeling we share
the one no one would dare
to come between just
cause I love you
Everytime we kiss goodbye
I never doubt the reason why
cause your the top
you're the best
that I must confess
it's love I guess
When I lose my concentration
or get losed in conversation
I step away to ask
what do she want me to say
That passionate behavior
is the kind that'll save yah
when you loss your concentration
or lose you way.
what then to say ah
what denotes the point of our
existence
i don't know when
I can't remember how
I just know it's a special thing
we have together
Nature’s most fearsome orchestration
of sights, sounds and terrific movements
can feel like the very air we breathe
is being turned against us
as it manifests itself
in many forms of storms.
When earth becomes ungrounded,
it quakes inside its ancient bones,
filling souls with dread
as Mother Nature joins in,
birthing storm quakes
in large bodies of water.
As water fills earth’s veins,
it’s as if the planet bleeds from oceanic wounds,
which tumble over anything and anyone
standing in Mother Nature’s path,
showing those wounds as tsunamis.
Under certain conditions,
Mother Nature unleashes her fickle fury
as hurricanes that sweep over
coastal areas,
and in many other parts of the world,
tornadoes touch down just as unpredictably,
ravaging homes and entire cities,
whirling violently over the land -
claiming innocent lives in the wake
of great devastation.
Throughout all history,
Mother Nature, along with earth,
has exhibited her capricious disposition,
often at the most random of places and times.
Recently, however, humans have contributed
more and more to their own demise
as Mother Nature takes a deep breath
and then vehemently
exhales.
My beloved, you and I, an inseparable duet,
Two souls entwined in an eternal pas de deux,
Our hearts beating in tandem like two wings of a bird
Soaring effortlessly on the thermals of devotion.
We are the embodiment of fate's masterful orchestration,
Two kindred spirits predestined to converge,
Our love a sublime symphony that resonates across the firmament,
A celestial harmony that echoes through eternity.
In your eyes, my love, I behold the reflected glory of the divine,
A beauty that transcends mortality, a radiance that shines.
You are my élan vital, my raison d'être, the missing piece that makes me whole,
My forever haven, my guiding star, my soul's sweet home.
Forever and always, my love shall be the sanctuary where you find solace,
The safe haven where your heart can beat freely, wild, and unencumbered.
I love you more than words can articulate, more than the heavens are vast,
And the oceans are deep, you are the luminous essence that illuminates my existence.
i took them in
amongst a pile of other glittering monstrosities
the low-pitched liquid consonants
behind the counter thanked me
and i ran for the doors
really went for it
a year went by and they were there
next to Auden and Pam Ayres
Berryman & Betjeman just down the road
what madness i thought on the way home
and two months later i was in bed, in the dark
listening to the large repertory of Carmen
its immortality is assured by the deft harmonies
and perfectly judged orchestration
like my collections in the charity shop
covered in dust
and high levels of vehicular dredge microwaves
waiting for the apocalypse
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sun and storm song
eerie storm warning
light swallowed by ebony
banshee ballads rise
in mantras of humid breaths
atonal whirlwinds unleashed
downbeats of thunder
lightning rakes holes in the sky
tempest dirge rumbles
curtains of raindrops descend
plainchants of torrential rain
sun and storm collide
colors rise from light and mist
drenched in neon tears
sunbows arch in harmonies
orchestration of rainbows
The humpback whale is a musical fella
With a sonorous voice that's remarkably "mella".
He doesn't need orchestration
To cause a sensation
When he lets loose and belts out a tune a cappella.
Administrator incommunicado
Acknowledging nymphomaniacs
Reclassifying philosophical
Ideologically Transcultural
Pronunciation Calligraphers
Communication demilitarized
Grandstanding orchestration
Carpetbagging adjudications
Redistributed improprieties
Abolitionists brinksmanship
Sarcastically realistically
Craftsmanship flabbergasted
Enlightenment librarianship
Democratically
Fall's bright colors are taking flight like birds on the wing
It's the right time for a clime change and seasonal transformation
brisk winds whisk leaves in plight and can no longer cling
Autumn sends a note that portends a change is in the air
Months of holidays and sublime door displays in celebration
of prime family feasts and Halloween beasts that surely scare
There are ripe fields to harvest with care and yields to measure
Nature conducts bright scenes as she gleans to write an orchestration
of Winter snows and light woolen clothes, a season to treasure
Despite this monster inside me
Despite this creature I have become
Something more siren than human
Beckons to the benthic of woe
I must be crazy
This cannot be real
Then the words crawl into my ear
Your the essence of pandemonium
Chaos orchestration symphonies of moribund
Threnody of the last spark pathetic velleity
We are one entity
Abyssal dismal flicker of an ember snuffed out
Choke on billowing smoke
Lost in the tenebrous, anger filled the air
I am not broken
Teeth glare
Fangs bubonic virulent crush
Caricature of the future versus sentinel of what was
commisioned
narrative
orchestration
lyrically
&
poetically
scored
instrumentally
programed
in
rhythimic
harmony
homogenously
mimicing
the
voice
sans
a
breath
length
polyphonic
in voice
&sound
homphony
phrasing
in
simultaneous
rhythms
of
orchestration
I hear it on cold clear nights -
the singing.
A vast distance vibrating,
as if violin strings were being stretched,
to reach inside my head,
and there they play long extended notes,
resonating in unhurried slow pitched motion.
Yet there are harmonics,
rhythmic pulses and variations.
A cosmic orchestration not of this earth,
nor of any other world,
but a pure Consciousness.
reaching out and inwards.
If when listening, I go into my silence,
I then know, beyond any doubt,
that it is I,
none other than my own infinite mind
that calls to me.
All things are in my gaze:
In the air,
There is music.
In my ear,
I could hear the orchestration
Of the crickets.
In my skin,
The solemn requiem of the wind
In the trees to the coming day.
I am to the dusk,
Painting its sunset
Waning its blaze.
At night above,
I could look and ponder on
The orderly march
Of glittering galaxies,
Curtaining the velvet
Backdrop of the universe.
This I sigh and say to God,
"These things quite escape my mind".
The Instrumentalists
Percussion: Tectonic plate movement, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions
Strings: Solar wind and flares, meteor hits, and galaxy intrusion
Reeds: Polarity arrangement, methane control under the oceans
Brass: Layered by temperature: air’n water in motion
The Ensemble
Instruments tuned for planet change
Compose symphonies in ethereal range:
Mystic music for geologic meaning -
Melody for cosmic listening.
Ages ordered in time pleasing Trinity -
On earth in the universe out to eternity.
Ice ages in millenniums, cycled through millions:
Our years but moments: compare the planet in billions.
Human lifespan is varied, in century duration,
So we might know our limitations.
Natural science is not political science:
Human hope is in God reliance.
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