let me not waste the day
let me hold the magic that is the night
walk with me in forrests of life
together we hold the key
we are the magic of the night
we are the dawn of a new day.
you tell me that your heart it bleeds
you say you can't see the day thru the trees
and the night just don't come around anymore
my friend you've closed the door.
star lit nights that light the way
and shooting stars that bring the day
wait for you to open the door
step outside and cry no more.
feel the magic that fills the night
leave the pain that hides your smile
to the stars that fill the sky.
Has anyone read "Donations to Clarity" by Noah Baird? One of the main characters can only communicate in song lyrics when she's upset. There's a chapter in the book where her and her boyfriend break up just by communicating in PJ song lyrics! The whole chapter was pieced together with lines from different songs, but it made total sense! It was really wild to read how the author used the words and music that move us in a different medium.
Has anyone read "Donations to Clarity" by Noah Baird? One of the main characters can only communicate in song lyrics when she's upset. There's a chapter in the book where her and her boyfriend break up just by communicating in PJ song lyrics! The whole chapter was pieced together with lines from different songs, but it made total sense! It was really wild to read how the author used the words and music that move us in a different medium.
wow thanks that sounds very cool... I have not heard about the book.
I'll check it out sounds different and very creative.
I can relate too ... song lyrics ... upset or otherwise always in my head.
I can relate too ... song lyrics ... upset or otherwise always in my head.
thanks for sharing
Yeah, like when songs remind you of a time or place. The book went a step further. Instead of the music and words being the medium between a band and the fans, it was the medium between two people to communicate.
Hey inspiration can be hard to find yet it's all around us.
This could be the place to share with and inspire others to find just what they may be looking for,
a subject to write about, a trigger for thought,
a spark to light the creative fire.
Please post your poem, short story or a thought about a subject, any subject....
or leave a subject title or picture here for others to write on.
Let's get creative....
" Like me then,
it needs to stir and bubble
before it can be,
peaceful
The Pacific"
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Nazım Hikmet
would serindipity add touch to the feeling of melancholy ?
Godfather.
Happy Sunday Godfather!
funny you should write this but there is something about you
I googled to be sure about 'serendipity' ... being one of those words
and
it means a "happy accident".
then this image came up as an example...
"The intended subject of the photograph was a perched Black-crowned Night Heron; the photographer discovered later that the image serendipitously included a Pileated Woodpecker."
You know me and my birds... Woody Woodpecker being a favorite...mysterious workings
indeed
so this example I'm getting... hits home and makes me smile ...
serendipity would clobber the hell out of melancholy!
I can relate too ... song lyrics ... upset or otherwise always in my head.
thanks for sharing
Yeah, like when songs remind you of a time or place. The book went a step further. Instead of the music and words being the medium between a band and the fans, it was the medium between two people to communicate.
Thats a bit of what JB and I do... PJ lyrics back and forth
it is a great sharing and bonding medium.... music lyrics
a fun way to communicate
sometimes we use tunes too from the years we grew up 60's and 70's
I think there was a thread here once like that... I played along and liked very much
Hey inspiration can be hard to find yet it's all around us.
This could be the place to share with and inspire others to find just what they may be looking for,
a subject to write about, a trigger for thought,
a spark to light the creative fire.
Please post your poem, short story or a thought about a subject, any subject....
or leave a subject title or picture here for others to write on.
Let's get creative....
" Like me then,
it needs to stir and bubble
before it can be,
peaceful
The Pacific"
I have been feeling this lately ... the turmoil
change brings much turmoil and fear
this a challenge to my normally peaceful and hopeful outlook
your words bring images to my emotional time ...
and the feeling of a calm after the storm...
also the need for 'storm' in my life
it helps me to feel 'it is and it will be' I feel more empowered.
Then also remembering my 'push me pull me' mantra that has aided throughout my PJ life.
change brings much turmoil and fear
this a challenge to my normally peaceful and hopeful outlook
your words bring images to my emotional time ...
and the feeling of a calm after the storm...
also the need for 'storm' in my life
it helps me to feel 'it is and it will be' I feel more empowered.
Then also remembering my 'push me pull me' mantra that has aided throughout my PJ life.
thank you, ozgurkd
hope to hear more [/quote]
am glad my words meant something to you. I write like crazy these days but still most comes out in my native tongue. Although I did write a short play in English ( titled ; the dried and the drowned) recently which might be made into dance by a dance company in Anchorage. I'm both excited and scared. Sometimes it is too private for me to write. Sharing... Guess I have my reasons. But I decided to come out of my cave cause I need that peace settle in you when you send your words to the sea, the sky...let them have their own life and soul.
Lately I had a lot of "storm" my way so I would appreciate some swimming instead. Swimming is a great healer. And in Alaska I consider being washed by rain as swimming too. FOr my own sake
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Nazım Hikmet
am glad my words meant something to you. I write like crazy these days but still most comes out in my native tongue. Although I did write a short play in English ( titled ; the dried and the drowned) recently which might be made into dance by a dance company in Anchorage. I'm both excited and scared. Sometimes it is too private for me to write. Sharing... Guess I have my reasons. But I decided to come out of my cave cause I need that peace settle in you when you send your words to the sea, the sky...let them have their own life and soul.
Lately I had a lot of "storm" my way so I would appreciate some swimming instead. Swimming is a great healer. And in Alaska I consider being washed by rain as swimming too. FOr my own sake
lovely thought
this is very good means we will hear more!
Lots of people out there need that and we all need the connection.... this is living!
Has anyone read "Donations to Clarity" by Noah Baird? One of the main characters can only communicate in song lyrics when she's upset. There's a chapter in the book where her and her boyfriend break up just by communicating in PJ song lyrics! The whole chapter was pieced together with lines from different songs, but it made total sense! It was really wild to read how the author used the words and music that move us in a different medium.
This is very interesting to me - because, as I've occasionally said on here before, when I've been very ill with psychosis, and locked up in hospital and pumped full of medication, I can really not communicate with the outside world, and I can barely think a thought - string a thought together - I have no words or sense - I just have overwhelming delusions. The only thing I can understand from the everyday world when I am in that state is lyrics to music (I feel lucky that there is so much powerful music in my native tongue, I really do). In 1995 when this first happened to me I basically spent 3 months locked at the back of a hospital and only two things that made any sense to me - Vitalogy and the album All Change by the band Cast. If you were to read the lyrics to that album, you would pretty much have the letter I would have written to the outside world, had I been able to do so. That album is like part of my 'sense', and without it, I don't think my sense would have ever returned. Song lyrics have become like the 'building blocks' of my consciousness. Vitalogy also - I was so paranoid I couldn't trust anything at all - family friends, docs, nurses, patients - I thought they were all in league with demons. For some reason I could trust Eddie's voice though - I don't know why I did - I think it is because he is both passionate and sincere - deeply sincere - and I could pick this up in my heightened super-sensitive state. Whipping for example was very potent and meaningful to me - so where All Change was my sense, Vitalogy was my fight. I loved the band before they locked me up - but when I came out, I was practically still gripping tight to my cassette copy of Vitalogy. I had white fucking knuckles, with only Pearl Jam inside. I was grateful - and when No Code came out, I was grateful that it was coming from the place it was - I listened to that record as I recovered. I needed to hear Who you are, In my tree, sometimes, red mosquito - so 1995 and 1996 really cemented the importance of the band to me - and like this person who can only communicate through song lyrics - I learned hell of a lot about the power of music. The power of music on the splintered mind.
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I'd have a horse named Jules,
he would have carrots everyday
and he wouldn't have to ride
we would run together
I would live on a hidden winding road of trees
that turned the colors of fall
were snow outlined come winter
heavy with blossom in spring
covered by a big starry sky all summer
'a big sky to die by ...
come Big Dipper, come and scoop me up!'
people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore
all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone
If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do
people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore
all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone
If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do
people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore
all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone
If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do
Comments
thank you
glad you are here to share
:wave: jury duty messes with one's head
thanks tremors
That's great Pandi, it was great before I knew what was behind it, knowing the jury duty bit makes it brilliant.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I'll check it out sounds different and very creative.
I can relate too ... song lyrics ... upset or otherwise always in my head.
thanks for sharing
Melancholy
just a beautiful word ... melancholy
really
a pretty word for a not so pretty place
a place one can't quite place
Melancholy
it arrives in a fog
creeps in
covers thoughts
grays it all
so they don't matter
so nothing matters
Melancholy
the aftermath of trauma
maybe the precursor
a sixth sense to doom
another word for gloom
readying a wall
to damn the tears
in a blue numb fortress
the only place to hide
Melancholy
sounds like a tune of sad bells
echoing defeat
no...
no sound
it is silence
except for the incessant heart beat
that just can't stop
with each beat
emotion lays silent
stifled
Melancholy
no energy for anger
no energy for tears
fear is absent
there is no battle
Melancholy
defeat without battle
Melancholy
no game no win
no gain to be had
Melancholy
walking in the rain
without getting wet
not seeing the birds
not feeling the sunshine
not wanting to
hear a voice
nor see a face
no touch
don't touch
Melancholy
It is not living
it is life on hold
till Time makes it
just a beautiful word again
you described it just about exactly perfectly right
a walk in the rain without getting wet
would serindipity add touch to the feeling of melancholy ?
Godfather.
Yeah, like when songs remind you of a time or place. The book went a step further. Instead of the music and words being the medium between a band and the fans, it was the medium between two people to communicate.
" Like me then,
it needs to stir and bubble
before it can be,
peaceful
The Pacific"
Nazım Hikmet
I liked your 'without' much better
I did edit, hope that is cool with you and thank you!
funny you should write this but there is something about you
I googled to be sure about 'serendipity' ... being one of those words
and
it means a "happy accident".
then this image came up as an example...
You know me and my birds... Woody Woodpecker
indeed
so this example I'm getting... hits home and makes me smile ...
serendipity would clobber the hell out of melancholy!
and did!
thank you friend!
Thats a bit of what JB and I do... PJ lyrics back and forth
it is a great sharing and bonding medium.... music lyrics
a fun way to communicate
sometimes we use tunes too from the years we grew up 60's and 70's
I think there was a thread here once like that... I played along and liked very much
maybe time for a come back!
Talking in PJ lyrics
I have been feeling this lately ... the turmoil
change brings much turmoil and fear
this a challenge to my normally peaceful and hopeful outlook
your words bring images to my emotional time ...
and the feeling of a calm after the storm...
also the need for 'storm' in my life
it helps me to feel 'it is and it will be' I feel more empowered.
Then also remembering my 'push me pull me' mantra that has aided throughout my PJ life.
thank you, ozgurkd
hope to hear more
change brings much turmoil and fear
this a challenge to my normally peaceful and hopeful outlook
your words bring images to my emotional time ...
and the feeling of a calm after the storm...
also the need for 'storm' in my life
it helps me to feel 'it is and it will be' I feel more empowered.
Then also remembering my 'push me pull me' mantra that has aided throughout my PJ life.
thank you, ozgurkd
hope to hear more
am glad my words meant something to you. I write like crazy these days but still most comes out in my native tongue. Although I did write a short play in English ( titled ; the dried and the drowned) recently which might be made into dance by a dance company in Anchorage. I'm both excited and scared. Sometimes it is too private for me to write. Sharing... Guess I have my reasons. But I decided to come out of my cave cause I need that peace settle in you when you send your words to the sea, the sky...let them have their own life and soul.
Lately I had a lot of "storm" my way so I would appreciate some swimming instead. Swimming is a great healer. And in Alaska I consider being washed by rain as swimming too. FOr my own sake
Nazım Hikmet
this is very good means we will hear more!
Lots of people out there need that and we all need the connection.... this is living!
This is very interesting to me - because, as I've occasionally said on here before, when I've been very ill with psychosis, and locked up in hospital and pumped full of medication, I can really not communicate with the outside world, and I can barely think a thought - string a thought together - I have no words or sense - I just have overwhelming delusions. The only thing I can understand from the everyday world when I am in that state is lyrics to music (I feel lucky that there is so much powerful music in my native tongue, I really do). In 1995 when this first happened to me I basically spent 3 months locked at the back of a hospital and only two things that made any sense to me - Vitalogy and the album All Change by the band Cast. If you were to read the lyrics to that album, you would pretty much have the letter I would have written to the outside world, had I been able to do so. That album is like part of my 'sense', and without it, I don't think my sense would have ever returned. Song lyrics have become like the 'building blocks' of my consciousness. Vitalogy also - I was so paranoid I couldn't trust anything at all - family friends, docs, nurses, patients - I thought they were all in league with demons. For some reason I could trust Eddie's voice though - I don't know why I did - I think it is because he is both passionate and sincere - deeply sincere - and I could pick this up in my heightened super-sensitive state. Whipping for example was very potent and meaningful to me - so where All Change was my sense, Vitalogy was my fight. I loved the band before they locked me up - but when I came out, I was practically still gripping tight to my cassette copy of Vitalogy. I had white fucking knuckles, with only Pearl Jam inside. I was grateful - and when No Code came out, I was grateful that it was coming from the place it was - I listened to that record as I recovered. I needed to hear Who you are, In my tree, sometimes, red mosquito - so 1995 and 1996 really cemented the importance of the band to me - and like this person who can only communicate through song lyrics - I learned hell of a lot about the power of music. The power of music on the splintered mind.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Heather Moor
Heather . . . today . . . my favorite
fronds of soft violet
fronds that compliment all flowers
fronds that blow together in the wind
creating a Heather hush that moves across the moor
Heather. . . adding flecks of gray
muting all shades
muting the dark fall sky
muting the rain of the bogland
that cools an autumn breeze
Heather Moor . . . my history
Scottish Muirs
Old English Mor
British Isles Heathland
Heather picked and placed
by a small blonde child
at the dinner table of old
my table of old. . . my Heather . . . more
Very nice. Sounds like the call of the Highlands
Send my credentials to the house of detention
My ancestry work takes me there ... to England, Scotland and Denmark.
It makes me feel really good too , its hard to explain how good.
The answers I've found in my history are the questions that pop in my head today.
I never saw a pic of my grandma, my fathers mum, till recently,
Annie, she came from Denmark.
She looks just like me with dark hair ... that is a gas to see your face on a stranger
and then she is no longer a stranger... I am her... she me.
It feels more than good ... family ...
I feel on the otherside
The Highlands is what we generally use to refer to the Scottish Highlands http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scottish_Highlands
as in the film 'Highlander'
That sounds kind of powerful, seeing yourself in your Grandma for the first time. Strong roots!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I love reading about the homeland and I had to google Highlander the movie
never saw that one... will put that on my list
thanks tremors!
If wishes came true....
I'd have a horse named Jules,
he would have carrots everyday
and he wouldn't have to ride
we would run together
I would live on a hidden winding road of trees
that turned the colors of fall
were snow outlined come winter
heavy with blossom in spring
covered by a big starry sky all summer
'a big sky to die by ...
come Big Dipper, come and scoop me up!'
people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore
all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone
If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do
Send my credentials to the house of detention
my favorite part-
people would be happy
cancer would be cured
animals would look both ways before crossing
the ocean would be clean
the wars would be over
hate could not be anymore
all my questions would be answered
I would never feel alone
If wishes could come true
I only need to believe they do
:wave: thank you mikalina .... glad you liked
Hope life is good and Happy Friday to you!
The colors of autumn,
red yellow gold and orange,
hues of a last hoorah.
My birds they flock to leave behind
notes of their final song.
Ghosts of days past
crunch beneath my feet.
Days when a walk in the woods
could free me.
Simple tasks and simple wishes
now gently float to the ground.
They lie at my feet, out of reach,
only to wither and die.
I hear the song, I hum along
my song of past loves and wants.
Like nourishment in a ghostly form,
ghosts of my days passed.