If you really like music,
there is a tambourine in my chest
that is almost always shaking. Let's hang out
and study each other's octaves. The sound-waves
traveling in and out of our conversation - mostly out.
has been about figuring out if it's OK
for a musician to dream themselves magician
solely to disappear.
Baby, you and I are like sound waves
coming from opposite directions.
We modulate at the same frequency.
We both are building up our whole spectrum.
But, baby, when we meet...
When we meet we nullify a part of each other.
No matter how much we try,
if we don't change a bit of ourselves
we will never know the beautiful melodies we can create
music becomes mucus, leftover remnants
of bacterial infections that refuse to vacate
my brain no matter how many decongestants
i consume, those sound waves reverberate back
and forth and back and forth within my thick
ass skull and i am driven mad by memories
how to cut tender wires intricately woven into
the most simple mass of a mess you will ever see
i find myself muttering solutions in my sleep and
when i reach conclusions i'm already half awake
pen in hand, paper on chest, but ahh, it's gone, it's gone
my dream world holds more clarity than my walking
daze and i can only find the words for poetry, my
tongue and throat are revolting, refusing to take part
in walks down memory lane, fingers soon to follow suit
surf over all the old songs that you can no longer listen to and ride right through them as if the waves of sound don't scream in your ears, making them painfully ring. you don't deserve this, you just wanted to dip your toes in. but you ended up falling in, splashing, and drowning.
Her poems are like
they can't help the shape they make
arcing, cresting, jagging scores into the sky then
into smaller crescendos and puddles
refusing to stay still
adamantly holding their shape then
Then it HITS, her thoughts
They rip through the message finally clear
not even sure how my brain processes
these tiny wave forms not really sure
how these shapes make me feel
not sure how the words
can drift into my head
and make me feel
There are moments.
I want to scream
Not so everyone could
But so I could
Loud and clear
To let it surround me
To remind me of
All these things
Who you are
I would drown in
Just to breathe
To bask in
I would scream
So I might feel,
you hear the waves of the ocean, right?
That sound is water smashing water.
You hear the clapping of hands, right?
That sound is hands slapping together.
You hear the cries of a girl, right?
That is the sound of her heart being shattered by her virtues.
You can hear various sounds
If you just ponder
About your universe.
Crystal sounds twinkle--
vibrating the young night
as rhythm hums from heartbeats
Eurythmic udu tones bubble
like earth's champagne--
joyous hands form soundless patterns
dancing in the dim dawn orange room...
Singing bowls harmonize
hallelujah resonate a rejuvenation
and fresh air waves into brains.
Quietly, a fountain foams
in the background, gurgling
a soft cadence reminding us
where in the world we are.
Smiles of bliss whisp
as we continue into the night...