My sister is driving miserably
While I’m writing some novel with ghosts
The song playing sickens me biblically
Like the angels with eyes for words
There’s a light from the street eating me
Awkwardly asking for me to be free
‘O sweet, little phantom don’t stop waiting
One day I’m sure to oblivion I’ll flee

My sister them murmurs asking me
The stars from the mirror to see
All I could sight were murderers of dreams
That will never belong
And my heart is the only noise I need
In this hypothetically, torturous day
The stars crown the sky
And music exploits people’s aches with dance
But I’m still writing letters to unknown lovers
Pretending I’m ******* their happiness
While searching the meaning of lust
As they still owe me what’s left from my soul
‘oh how I’d like to kiss you until breath’s presence is gone’
I write while I’m adjusting some tears that will never fall

The ghosts from the novel are inspired by oaths I took
Promising myself to make friends with
Nostalgia and grief
Someday I might publish it
Maybe when I’m already a ghost
Maybe my work will be lost for a while
And the letters will find their suitors without me

But until then I’m a memory
To someone’s yearly alcohol dose

And the song changes suddenly
Reminding me the melody
That nights harmonize
To eros’ arrows
And I’m longing to bleed
So I can feel
What psyche yearned for in life
The most.

Often, I yearn for the visitor of my destiny to come, I am often astray in myself at how he will ask, “doesn’t the scent of the night’s cool air after rain feel entrancing with jazz music?,  I walk upon the grass as the moth heralds it’s sudden appearance before vanishing, I envision him in my mind’s eye arriving gentler than velvet wings before myself in the meadow of white flowers carrying the stars lustre, they behold their floral gaze upon us, the two mortals who cradle each other in their arms as he softly speaks to my ear, “oh songbird, hold the music box of my soul dear, it plays the notes of my heart for you” to which I would remain calm, for I could not find my voice to return his treasure of symphonies, I would linger in this phantasm, though for now I am savoring the sun’s first light over the verdant heights.

F♯ is G♭
In a realm where the moon hugs a bright balloon,
A spoon listens softly to a far-off tune.
Stars hide in jars with dreams tucked away
And even sharp notes find a home in play.

For here in our cosmos of chaos and art,
Every note sings a secret straight from the heart.
In this magical sphere, where opposites chat,
We whisper with wonder, “F♯ is G♭ - imagine that!”

The universe twirls to a rhythm so light,
Where silly, surreal sounds make the dark bright.
Each note, a spark in a fantastical debate,
Proving that strict rules can sometimes wait.

So join in the mirth, let your spirit take flight,
Dance with the stars in the soft lunar light.
For in this delightful, nonsensical spin,
Every tune is a story where adventure begins!

Starlight Sonata
Deep in the velvet of a midnight sky,
A symphony of secrets begins to sigh.
The piano of stars chimes soft and bright,
Every key a dream in the heart of night.

F♯ mingles with G♭ in a cosmic embrace,
Notes waltzing freely through time and space.
Each twinkling melody, both bold and sweet,
Whispers that wonder and whimsy do meet.

Nebula Lullaby
In a world where clocks gently unspin,
Celestial rhythms invite us in.
The moon, a gentle guardian, holds a balloon,
While spoons and jars hum a quirky tune.

Celestial choirs in a cosmic parade,
Sing of hidden treasures in midnight’s glade.
Every note, a spark in a dreamy flight,
Guides little hearts in the dance of night.

The Cosmic Chorus
Join the cosmic chorus, let your giggles flow,
Dance with the stars as they twinkle and glow.
In this magical realm where rules are few,
Every sound sings a story that's ever new.

So let us celebrate the freedom of song,
Where every note tells us we all belong.
In the playful realms of this musical maze,
Find joy in chaos and light in each phrase.

Unexplainable,
The way it makes you feel,
What it does to you,
Filling you with ecstasy,  
Or with despair,
But in reassurance of your feelings,
Always there,
No matter when or why,
Lifting you,
Moving-
With its endless possibilities,
In the sea of symphonies,

Untouchable-
The lyrics,
Perfectly placed,
Making my body move,
In coordination with my soul,
How can they sit still?
Don’t they feel it?
Being levitated

The instruments,
Becoming intwined with my heart,
Taking over my body,
My worries - that plagued me,
But in that moment -
They were never there,
And I am saved,
In total bliss - Heaven -
For it will always be favorite poem

-JJ
17/03/25

I sit out back
and listen
to the sounds
of a heavy
bass beat
from across
the street
and birds
singing
high soprano
in the trees
but all I hear
is Beethoven’s
Sixth:
da dahdah dah da
da dahdah dah da
dah da…dah da

Overcast days
Grey skies
Skipping to my beats
Emotional high
Let it out
Breathe it in
Universal sigh
Back on track
Found my pace
Settle in
It’s about to begin
Beautiful Day
My my
Feeling alright
Nothing to do
Nothing standing in my way
Walking straight ahead
With my vibe
Immune to time
Flip the switch on my kit
Pull rhythm and rhymes
From the sky
Written by:
Timothy Charles Carter

There once was from Okefenokee
A bullfrog who sang karaoke:
     He sang with conviction
     And a crystal clear diction,
But his tone was a little too croaky.