We enter the studio of life with a portion of our album already recorded. Some of the songs we inherit leave us distorted. A number of tunes could have been woven together through a history of heartache. Leaving us to question a trail of mistakes.
But what if we can rewrite the lyrics to our life’s soundtrack. The words we’d choose could leave us less battered and bruised. Understanding we have a choice to find our own voice. So grab a pen and start jotting down some new lines. The world is awaiting your remastered design.
Categories:
remastered, encouraging, inspiration, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Inelegant, the silence wakes and yawns,
pretending not to notice or to care;
while symphonies of chaos greet the dawn
and ashes of our Banner fill the air.
The few, with vacant visage cry the creeds
~march on with signs remastered from the old
in broths of propaganda where it breeds,
the willingly disposed in boredom's fold.
Onlookers pause and gasp in rapt surprise;
unruly hordes deface the hallowed halls,
like "Kristallnacht" they scare what they despise,
too late for recompense when conscience calls
or quell fallacious lectures as they wreak...
dumbfounded when the fruits of silence speak.
Categories:
remastered, history,
Form: Sonnet
"The Padded Soft Cell"
Here they cover their mirrors
with garlands of poésies
to stop billabong reflections
pooling through
the inmates
congratulate each other
walking in slow dervish circles
Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals
Anti-clockwise,
I told them to change channels
when words become mute
and mummify themselves
in the gadaidja’s
interminably
terminally blessed loud
soapbox sermon music
they b**ched their chomping bits
about it all for a while
I suggested with a pleasant smile
keep on their side of the shine
twisting their own twine
regulated patients,
disgraced and racing
chasing love, love chasing
all intrepid actors underexposed pacing
sometimes we smile here
within our padded soft cells
if the ghosts we read through walls
entertain us from their wells
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Films" (Remastered 2009)/ Gary Numan
https://youtu.be/6HbIGk6zH_k
Categories:
remastered, muse,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
remastered, allegory, america,
Form: List
Remastered memories
renovated compromises
Say thy brother's name
Touchstone compadres
Manifest of broken years
Be thy brother's keeper
Astral time prisms
empirical passengers
Keep thy brother's heart
Light years of reverence
99 flavors of forever
Hold thy brother in arms
Detour ahead----
Over the rainbow realm
Categories:
remastered, brother, emotions, heartbroken, history,
Form: Free verse
My pen is like a blues riff,
not always on the note
I bend within the moment,
new feelings reach for hope
A eulogy remastered,
the fire that he fed
The Mojo dancing with the Muse,
Marine Band his to wed
My words to stretch and vibrate,
a blind man theirs to read
They move in tribute off the page,
Sonny’s orphaned reeds
My hand they cease to follow,
as letters wail and slide
While deep in South Chicago
—the greatest harp just died
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
‘Tribute To Sonny Boy Williamson 1’
Categories:
remastered, song, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Locked firm in place in desolate space so devoid of grace
Sire, looked grim, he was gone without a trace
Earth glistens from heaven's view so high
Like a blue sapphire it shines to open portals when we die
She calls in melancholy overtones up to him, 'spare us!'
'Spare me!' he replies, the spark, blunderbuss erupts
Powerful protection but without due reflection it denies
'Serendipity and karma', her tears tiny salty outcries
Cimmerian dreams and wrong deeds have plastered
A photo so disenchanted, time to make it remastered
Liverpool, Ashtabula, Argyle-socks in winter chill
Life renewed for her and he with such vibrant thrill
Will he be denied again is vibrating universally
Resounding answer in negative signs catastrophically
May he be within the light he who shall never die
May he be within the right he who shall not lie
The rock is a desolate space, inside we must chisel
With the master's hand the raw stone and drizzle
Love with the temperance of hate to craft
The Lord's masterpiece, his spiritual raft
Until we too see the sapphire's gleam
Categories:
remastered, death, fear, loss, places,
Form: Rhyme
I been running away, trying to escape
No matter what dimension I picked
The truth would hunt its prey
I love all with all I got but sport no halo
Because I was meant to see them all
Before I even let that beast out of me
I have come to death like breeze In fall
First time by energy and ice
I was young so no regrets to vision.
The second time by water of true death
My buddy life support for 8 weeks
One night sick and body's on sides of bed
White n dark argued of possession but
Neither took collection
The last was more a loss of chains
That retarded the one soul
By bounds of mans perception
Of gods creations and essential words
Verses old. Remastered television
I'm tired of learning retrofact
I am relevant to the realm of only eternity
One word sets of a thousand stories
Held by all past, present, and not new to me
I see relationship in every single accident
Of truest evil innamely.
Before all will be known, shown from innermost
Core of all individual
Learn evil does not live unless you harbour deception
And light does not grow if life is not residual
We walk amongst hell, for no demons holds heaven
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Categories:
remastered, allegoryevil, life, time,
Form: I do not know?