Awesome sunset, silence talks, only the birds' soundtrack on.
A huge red sun sinks into the sea, the horizon is the artist
painting different pictures to admire. What a magnificent show our nature offers to our eyes!.
The dream of living is real while we can contemplate what it touches our depths.
When nothing moves our interior, we are just flesh and bones walking around as chickens with no head.
Changes make us different people. Most of the time we fall into deep pits instead of seeing what is around us, or harvesting something better to collect and feel ourselves more satisfied.
Listen to your life's soundtrack, be the main character in this performance where you only have one chance.
The soundtrack of “Hamilton”
Gives me a lift
Which is better, to me,
Than a typical gift.
From the opening chords
(Which repeat several times),
I am steeped in delight
By the music and rhymes.
Sitting still’s not a choice
When the rapping begins
And no matter your tastes,
Every listener wins.
If you’ve somehow missed out,
Please take me at my word
For the “Hamilton” songs
Are the best you’ll have heard.
A baby cries, the ferry toots;
A dog will not stop yapping.
A sparrow chirps, the traffic hums;
A flag is gently flapping.
A jogger’s footfalls pound the path;
A motorboat goes chugging.
A barge, though large, makes quiet splashes
With its tugboat tugging.
Bits of conversations drift;
A radio starts blasting.
Urban peace is something that
You cannot count on lasting.
Still, out on the esplanade,
In sunshine, all is pretty,
As here I sit and listen to
The soundtrack of the city.
My voice covers the barriers ground
It travels through the speed of sound
So clearest you hear it resounding vibrating
The essence of the annunciation so fraughtless
So bound I speak I say I seen I pray I talk
Not a lot yet I speak from out my voice box
I resonate I disengage I speak and quietest I speak and rage
Abundantly bound this is my sound I speak for the speechless I talk and I shake
I speak for the burdens of those that can't...
1/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
In this world all is musical...
The smile is a joyful song,
crying is a sad chant...
All perform music ...
The birds,
the rivers,
the waterfalls
the waves of the sea... until
silence is music for who
can hear...
Music in life,
is the soundtrack
that accompanies us,
ever... !
I could float in space
I’d hear you in the silence;
Echoing so loud
an unplanned discovery;
You’re the soundtrack to the sky.
Radio Ghosts Soundtrack
David J Walker
Can you fine-tune the voice of the
Ghosts in your radio?
The choice, the ones you used to know
Who entertained
Between the records and the fame of
The famous
Can you recall the names
Of those now nameless
And places and faces of those
Who shared the experiences
Effecting your life
The echoes tuned to another
Time and place
Creating the soundtrack
For your life
Have you ever heard a song that you feel with all your might
The melody, the tune, the chords hit you just right
Have you ever heard lyrics so powerful you cry
Giving the strength needed to give it one more try
At the top of your lungs poured your heart out
Danced around the room a little twist and shout
Has it brought back a memory you thought was long gone
Helped you ease your pain, helped you move on
Dedicated one to a certain special lover
One that explains your bond with another
Powers both fears and dreams, it depends on the beat
Brought you to your knees, stood you back up on your feet
My life is like a soundtrack, a tune for every mood
No matter the genre, I've always been glued
Ever since I was a child, I could feel it in my soul
Mama sang and danced, Daddy rocked and rolled
Music is in my roots, what else can I say
Music is in my words, so just sit back and press play
86, 400 seconds each day,
How many of them would you like to stay?
Kiss me one silent night
And I’ll answer you with my silence
Or I will write
Replying through a poem,
Or a 7 page short thought
You said it’s like a review
And that may be true.
The place where I’ve abandoned myself,
A blue pillowcase and a bookshelf
A street that I thought that I know,
but I didn’t
A button and number 7,
The elevator and I was close to heaven.
Your arms-strong
and my fingers shaking,
Something inside of me
both building and breaking
My whispers,
The soundtrack to your dreams
All is well,
Or so it seems.
I remember the old songs
Always to play and sing along
The Beatles play a Hard Day’s Night in Liverpool rhymes
And Elvis sings we can’t go on together with Suspicious Minds
With Mick from the Stones struts Gimme Shelter is the rule
And Linda sings Blue Bayou soulful and cool
What do I get out of these melodies
It’s the sound track of my youth so precious to me
And on a CD or download giving them flight
But hearing them on vinyl is an earned right
It doesn’t matter which song you play
Let it make you smile forever stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I like hearing hip-hop, jazz, blues, pop
The metal and rock
The gospel, soul, slow jams of old r&b
and yeah sometimes a little orchestra and symphony
I like them all
I would play them once and rewind to play them back
But sometimes I take out the earphones
To listens to the days soundtrack
I walk up my street
Listening as my heart supplies a beat
Changing rhythm to the pace of the fall of my feet
It beats like a drum
And the bees begin to hum
To the flowers in bloom
The wind’s whistle tickles the leaves
Of the trees that sway to the tune
Birds of all kinds sing a chorus for me to hear
As their soft songs fill my ears
the dog from a street over opens his jowls
And let’s loose his off-keys howls
Engines growl as cars began to prowl
A jet roars as it soars through the skies
And then there’s laughter and yells from little kids playing outside
I listen as these sounds surround me
And I accept their embrace
This ain’t ordinary music
This is the days
Soundtrack
These footsteps are a dotted line
A pulsating heartbeat on a timeline
Your curiosity fills in the blank spots
Guessing which stereotype‘s my blind spot
You can plot a healthy graph from my bounce
I own the future today ‘cos, “you only live once”
I believe in the streets, live on the beat
I was born ready so bring on the heat
My words are like sirens and teargas
They water eyes and numb earshot targets
The lovechild of Botha and Madiba in a steamer
My forefathers were visionaries so I’m just a dreamer
A polarized blend of explosive flavours
When love meets hate, call it jungle fever
Conscientised to awaken from this oppressive Matrix
As the sands of time cover my tracks, I uncover a soundtrack
Heresy...spell of the gods and the angelically demonic last temptation and passion of jesus christ superstar of montreal corpus christi and paris....
Or....the Writings Of Lewis Findley
________________
Lucilla invictus sings her song and opens her door
A bright chartreuce caboose as she waltzes cross the floor/?
Or maybe one of rising sun happy and mellow
Beware for the clockwork is bright orange o that fellow
Red alert. And rockets fired across the entire earth
Soon I am marooned and teran to give birth
Zero hour nuclear night ...grandeose of sorrow
Two days have passed...it is the first day past. The morrow
Now the truce is called , it was all .....in retrospect...somewhat scary
The next generation tahes the reins as I go to sanctuary
(the bells of St.John the Baptist, Devizes, go Pete Tong)
Sunday, summer, church bells chiming
Ringing patterns, sounding light
Ancient forms of echo, rhyming
Complex rhythms, bounded, tight
Resounding voices throng the breeze
As tower captains keep in time
Wise bells with personalities
In sacred music, old, sublime
Last month the bells went out of sync
And changed the soundtrack of the town
No one heard but me, I think, but
‘Twas the Stranglers, “Golden Brown”
(dum, dum, di dumdumdum...)
by Gail
Music
Can be the soundtrack of the soul
Music can make you dance
....Makes you feel free
Music
It speaks to you
In many ways
Can make you laugh
Or cry
Music
I luv it
Makes me feel
-Free
Makes me wanna
dance and sing
Music
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