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George Krokos Sep 2018
The pulse of all the universe is the vibration of Om
the primal sound of the Creator it manifested from.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Note: Om = Amen
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Who said
sound is a vibration
that travels at a bizarre speed?

I saw it softly floating
ensconced in bubbles
to a celestial gravity
that pulls them up
to the realm of idyllic bliss.

Bubbles exude the
brilliant hues of my yearnings,
wrap me inside
their merino fleece warmth,
hold me to their *****
with the tenderness
I ever cherish in my soul.

Sound nestles in its heart
a mesmeric glow of music
ordained to play
the salute note
to augur the birth of a
new hankering.

The woeful flute
of the gypsy maiden
soulfully sings
a melancholy melody
for her lost love
to get a phoenix’s wings
under the silver mist of the
new moon’s splendour.
Steve Page Sep 2018
Let there be colour
Let there be shape
Let the air be filled
with sound and scent

Let colours and shapes
Let sounds and scents
be blended together
with roaring intent

Go soak in the sights
and relish the shapes
go embrace the new
come and escape
Inspired by a young designer. https://www.ellamaestatham.com
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


I will listen
I will tend to
I will ensure
that I only dance to
the tune of a very
sound mind


Mental and emotional health is just as important as physical health.
So do take time to take care of it, something I needed to do.
Take a break, let your emotions out and stand up again.
I feel so much better for it, too!
Thank you so so much for 220 followers!
That's crazy! I never thought my page would grow!
Thank you so much, I'm grateful! ^^
Lyn ***
Colm Sep 2018
Inches away from you
        Never there but ever present
        As your breath is lifted up unto the heavens

Elevated is the air upon your words
        Escalated, the anticipation of your voice
        Among the noise

Where the only scene to see is peace
        Held quietly in reverie
        And respect for your mere presence

Find with ease
        The smile of the self-reveals
        A quietness of hearts appeal

Not to be seen
        But to seek the conversation speak
        And to peak the words of interesting

Mere inches now away from me
        With no voice let to find the time
        Or threnodic melody

Don’t let me down
        My inward voice
        Speak
My articulation often fails me because I secretly want it to fail (so as not to try again). But still, when she walks by, this is what I often hear. Inspired by Goldmunds - Threnody | https://youtu.be/mdEuCRiW2l0
Jean Sep 2018
Brother, shall we safely be?
For there is no place to ‘scape a falling tree.

Brother, shall we not hear the sound?
For their trunks of thunder hit the ground.

Brother, shall we lest our sorrow weigh?
For the forest is capped with snow of grey.

Brother, shall we taste the food on our plate?
For we only eat charcoal that lies in our wait.

Brother, shall we claim?
For this forest crumbles for our flame.

Brother, shall we make it past this hour?
For even the forests are hurt by their flowers.
Composed on 9.6.18.
slightestsound Sep 2018
I've got a handful plate of time,
no need to find everything that rhymes,
just a little sound of human silence,
so i can get myself in balance.

I tasted my own tears,
as they were dripping on my lips,
maybe they'll scare away my restless fears,
and i'll finally fall asleep.

Water from my eyes ruined what i was building,
it felt like i was hanging of the ceiling.
I opened up my eyes to find i was only dreaming,
so i layed back, close my eyes and went with the feeling.

Slightest Sound
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Slave to damnation


I am a slave to the sound of Audioslave;
I am simply here to say they are great!
Chilled out, rocking loud, slam those drums!
******* hit a **** and just dance a little more.


Slide it on down to the lowest decibel possible.
It’s time to rock, so come on now people!
Let all slowly bang our ******* heads!
It’s time to rock!  We are the living dead!


So every single one of you out there in Wonderland;
It’s time to get down with this funky *** band.
I am a slave to damnation;
I am a slave to Audioslave.
I’m a one way, last ever, concert ticket;
The last show on Earth, the end of days.


Speeding down the freeway with the cops behind us;
They cannot keep up and they know we just don’t give a ****!
150 on the speedometer, it’s time to die in flames!
Welcome to your Hell my friend;
Wave goodbye to your broken life, broken heart
And broken early grave.


Slave to audio…Audioslave.



(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Christian Sep 2018
Oh, how noble:
the sound of rain;
soothing flow
containing our pains,
and turning
them into simple water;
a seeping pleasure
that purifies all
with each consoling
crash.
Written in a thoughtful rainy day.
Steve Page Aug 2018
I identify as a poet,
a writer-poet
with a bent towards rhythms and patterns that are pleasing to the tongue
and to the ear.
On paper, the words are captured
with clear order and definite lines.
Spoken, the sounds wrap around and seep into ear canals,
flowing with less order, with greater freedom.

I identify as an artist,
a sound-artist,
with a bent towards the human voice, using words that worm their way into the human consciousness,
lodging there to make a new home,
free to morph into new installations with an art of their own making.

I identify as a poet.
What am I at my core? A writer.  I worship with a pen in my hand. I capture stray thoughts for later use. That's what I am.
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