Falsete and Fach
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octaves play a crucial
structural and
stylistic role
lowest notes fall below
the 20 Hz threshold
of human hearing and
can only be
measured with instruments
12 semitones
Sound frequencies range
from about 20 Hz to
20,000 Hz, which covers
roughly 10 distinct
octaves of audible sound
There are 7 full octaves
plus 3 extra low keys
, totaling 88 keys that
span about 7.25 octaves
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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No speech, no thoughts,
Quiet is what they want.
So that is what they get.
I will never speak about love or respect-
For anyone, so I will still as a stone.
Cold, frozen, and hard as bone,
But bones can still break and crack.
Pressure, consistently adding to the stack,
Of many worries that hide inside of me,
And they do not know or see
Anxiety, is the name,
Of the thing that came,
When my friends said.
“Love with him is dead...”
("Halves of a Whole", 2019, original encaustic)
The Great Paradox of Being
The great paradox of being
is simple really.
It’s that no matter how confident we are
in our own experience and values,
that can all be thrown into question
by our experience of others.
Why is it we let other’s reactions and judgments
weaken our resolve, and confidence in being who we are,
the only thing we ever really know,
the only thing we should never really doubt?
The great paradox of being
is the reality of being a social animal,
individually grounded
but socially dependent
in need of acceptance and validation
warmth and nourishment
knowing in our bones
from hard knocks and harsh words
that no matter how strong
we can’t do it alone.
The great paradox of being
is simply being both
one and many.
(11/17/23)
Walking through the halls unopposed,
Seeking weakness and pillaging fears,
Bullying the weak and it’s all cheers,
All those around with their eyes closed.
Large crowd, feeling alone; enslaved behavior,
Tied and bound to posts of false peers,
No one here seems to be as they appear,
Looking around seeking help from a savior.
Where are angels, the volumes they speak,
All over the socials, videos and internet,
Protection from demons whom all forget,
Yet, no voice for the one whom seeks.
To act in good faith for the ones in need,
False angels, the peer pressure they require,
It must change, their mindset in crossfire,
Else the slave here continues to bleed.
his daughter is smiling
this bedouin full of trust
but she is so beguiling
and bed her I must
"fair lady, enchantment I see
would you care to dance"
"kind sir, you honour me
I am grateful for a chance"
Can we love forever
and forget never
she moves with such grace
matching his swing and sway
and as they embrace
they merge into a ballet
she agrees to retire
to passions of the night
fulfilling his desire
before he drifts into twilight
Can we love forever
and forget never
Peer awakes to thoughts of bliss
he moves to caress
but no one there to kiss
looking around just emptiness
outside there is nothing
all possessions gone
even missing his gold ring
just clothes he has on
A love forever
is now never
so abandoned he learns
it is often the way
to take what one yearns
there may be a price to pay
(inspired by Peer Gynt ballet "Anitra's Dance")
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
Technically, not a sea at all,
Lake Superior churns up its share of sea storms.
There is not a lot to do in Marquette, Michigan:
Except for high school drivers to "buzz the gut",
Or cruise past a courthouse where "Anatomy" was filmed.
You could smoke dope or drink underage
Under a disused, fourteen story ore pocket dock.
Rusted off shards of flat black paint
Fall on the gently sloshing waves.
There is a breakwater of dumped cement blocks
That has a chain-linked fence and sign that says,
DANGER! NO TRESPASSING!
But of course, the young ones do.
And better yet if a sea storm comes.
Maritime law forbids including those who drown
As sailors lost at sea.
PEER PRESSURE
I slit my wrists
To put some ice on it
Being cool has a price
(Tesem Tellz Ikima 2021)
Lessen your crimes now and give ear to me
Perhaps I can still make you understand
How a force for bad you've chosen to be
To many in the firm grip of your hand.
You cajole the one, abash the other;
Promise acceptance, threaten rejection.
All in an unfair attempt to smother
The voice of good, and enthrone perversion.
Do I wish you were not in existence?
Would I really snuff the life out of you?
Far from it, I recognize the potence
In you to cheer and uphold what is due.
Decide, then, to turn a new leaf today,
And I may have good about you to say.
My eyes are sutured
can feel the threads,
I stitched them together
stoned out of my head,
Seemed like a good idea,
or so my friends said,
Glue would have been better,
now I can only see red.
My jaws where broken,
teeth wired together,
High on drugs again,
under more peer pressure,
They dared me to down
extra large measures,
Got a pool cue across my face,
carried out on a stretcher.
Yeah I’ve done mad stuff,
and bear the scars,
Causing trouble, acting tough
in trashy cheap bars,
Drank melted shoe polish,
washed down with bubble bath,
Following day I paid for it,
you do the math,
So next time on a binge,
know your own limits,
The whole future can change
in a few short minutes,
Spend life behind bars,
just for being complicit,
Lose count of the shots,
its Perspex visits.
By
David Kavanagh
Lazy feels like quicksand
that can't afford to move.
And everything it's pulling down
won't have a price to prove.
Two boys dared me to do the same
After peeing on a playground swing
When I was caught I said right away
It was a peer pressure sort of thing
Later little Mary Lou Henton
Sat down on it with a splat
Somewhat upset she ran away
And no one knew where she was at
The cops sent out some bloodhounds
They found her under a garage shelf
Truth be known, as bad as it was
I could have followed the scent myself
She got over the awful stigma
I got a restraining order that day
IF I'm close to a playground swing
I have to zip up and walk away
Thinking back when I was young
I still recall your bitter tongue
you guys weren’t fooling anyone
behind those plastic smiles.
She felt the daggers in her back
and as she passed I heard you laugh
I’m sure she felt the aftermath
of your relentless wiles.
Your loyal cronies all stood by
and watched as you demoralized
and tortured her with callous lies
she choked and ran away.
I saw her crying in the queue
and I just didn’t know what to do
I felt as much to blame as you
because I’d looked away.
A football game, perhaps a dance
I’d meet her if by happenstance
and hoping for a second chance
to fix things, I would try.
Years have passed I think of her
I wonder how her life endured
all the pain from you and yours
…and now it’s me who cries.
Oh! How difficult is peer pressure,
It is the identity measurer.
It is knowing who you really are,
When others say you are not who you are.
It forces you to measure up,
To things that you should give up.
It causes you to lower your standards,
To follow those who are wayward.
It leads to unbalanced compromise,
That results in your own demise.
So, don’t bow to peer pressure’s tyranny,
Your own identity is your destiny.
End
By: Dion Penville
I'm just another player in this game
Left without control I feel no pain
Eyes stapled open to find the attached path
Slave forward and bite the led lash
Stand still
Jump in the air
Get down
Stay off the ground
Rules, guidelines
Follow no stay
Your crazy now sane
Eyes fade so does skin
Now smoke this green
I said ti do this crystal methamphetamine.
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