Month: August 2019

LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #39: “Fathomless”

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🔥LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #39: “Fathomless”🔥. There is a nautical meaning to the word “fathomless”; but this song carries the metaphorical sense, as explained in the video. (See you there). In my head, there is a light band, string quartet and cor anglais. Definitely one for the next album! 😉 Here are the lyrics:

I’ve always swum to the bed of the sea;
have no desire just to skim.
Somehow the pull of the deep conquers me:
Love living out on a limb. Read the rest of this entry »

Evidence of Psychic Injury, part 1 [new sonnet]

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“We’re equal”, spat the woman to the man.
“Whatever you can do, I also can.
We’re just the same”, she said, with venom voice.
“The only difference is I have less choice”. Read the rest of this entry »

Holy Fools: Prophetic Elements in Music

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2019-08-25

PROLOGUE: Music Mimics Spirit

In so many ways, music mimics spirit. In the realm of the arts, the manner in which music works is surely the nearest that one can get to spirit within this 3-D fallen world. With what we call music, in common with all sound, invisible vibrations are generated in the air which imperceptibly glide from the source to the human ear. But when what we call “notes” are struck harmonically, what we call music ensues. But where is that music in the air? Just grooving around in the ether waiting to connect with you! Within the confines of artistic expression, that is as near to spiritual communication that one can get; and it enters you at a level beneath your ordinary consciousness, which is why it can have a damning or enlightening effect, depending on what kind of music it is and how open (or vulnerable) you are to receiving it. Read the rest of this entry »

A Sonnet to the Surge of Love

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Broken Dam

You say you want to build a wall to keep
yourself intact and all intruders out.
The price you’ll pay for that will not come cheap
(although you’ll give some guys the runabout). Read the rest of this entry »

The Trumpet and the Harp

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Harp Butterflies

We think we’re SO important
in this tiny world of helter-skelter
pitter-patter, bloody-spatter,
everything is fleeting fashion
“nothing matters except me” mentality.
Does all the scoria we do and act out
really matter in a universe of wonder
(tearing trash asunder) such as this?
Our petty lives must bore to death
so much that we in all our me-ful
emptiness create a yawning chasm
resting on a crutch (earth ash cremate)? Read the rest of this entry »

The Time-Traveller’s Treason [double sonnet]

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Time-Traveller's Treason

It’s treason for a traveller of time
to put down granite roots as if to stay.
Inserting more than tent pegs here’s a crime.
The secret truth is this: Life’s just a day!

Therefore, three years is merely but an hour
and every year is twenty minutes flat.
Such knowledge spirit-vision should empower;
new thrust to carpe diem and all that. Read the rest of this entry »

Where Are All the Truly Open People? [prose-poem]

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The ones who do not mind the other seeing inside their hearts;
the ones whose heartfelt overtures will never be false-starts;
the ones who are always open books rather than closed reactions;
the ones who are full of inner joy with no dissatisfaction;
the ones who aren’t offended or triggered when others speak truth or get real;
the ones who know with ease and grace with their hearts to wholly feel; Read the rest of this entry »