#beats
<for DE.L>
"Like a poem poorly written,
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated (1) time
And the dangling conversation,
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives"
Simon & Garfunkel, "The Dangling Conversation"
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ah, this out of rhyme and over and
past the borderline of the contours of arrhythmia
is it not the normative human condition,
who among us
is not a displaced person,
even inside the container of our minds,
seeking groundings, testing and retesting
our edged abraded shape,
with notes of vraiment,
un cri du cœur
lucky few who go without
that the affect of disaffect,
that does not contaminate the spirit,
for it is the way of the world
to overcome fear with
hatred,
to transfer the ill will,
to those who are lesser,
in number,
but greater
in accomplishment
and your internal dialogue,
always lands, settles,
on the unanswerable:
Why.
that doesn’t deserve the inquisitive honorific
of a ?
but the exhaustion of an
life long inquisition of
what is beyond
belief
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
На битбоксе гоняла "Тоску",
Тоска — ваша соска.
Серьёзно? И зачем тебе этот «Оскар»,
Если ты в колхозе присоска?
Сексоваттов тебе не хватает,
И признаюсь я — жопа плоска.
Голый Вася и медный фраер,
Эй, здарова, бичи — всё просто.
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
Going on a rock tour
I'll leave you with the beats
in the ground.
Still, I will play for the crowd
Like I know what I am doing.
On return
Will I be home
Or was no one listening?
Cowering in corners
On lead guitar
And solo drums
Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 10:47 AM UTC
You are an artist, my love.
Your mouth is a musician’s mouth, your lips my tool. My body is the instrument you play, drawing forth the music that is our passion. My cries are the melody, your groans are the lyrics. Our bodies come together and beat to the rhythm of our song. Your breath hushes me, my moans do not obey. My hair whispers on your skin in silken sigh. While your clever fingers wring from my gasp. Our voices mingle in perfect harmony. As together, we sing the wordless song of our instrumental love.
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 4:36 AM UTC
All the seconds that we've wasted
Looking at each other's faces,
Then one day we said, "Hello."
Never close the curtain on this show.
We made friends, then we made love.
We made war, you were above.
You said you were letting go.
You closed the curtain on this show.
The glistening in your corner eye
Becomes a tear that you cry.
I ask you why you have to go.
You close the curtain on this show.
Wall-to-wall the city beats
With hearts and footfalls on the streets.
I'm alone now, they all know.
You've closed the curtain on this show.
Like veins in arms, the avenues
Are winding anywhere, but you.
I wander with no place to go.
You've closed the curtain on this show.
Maybe someday I'll be seen,
Floating stillness in the stream.
Tangled in a bed of stone,
Having closed the curtain on this show.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
making beats, making art
losing you was just the start
to my rise, oh I thank divine
I would've kept these feelings inside a year ago
now you will hear my words on the radio
I do not care anymore, the rain cannot ruin me like before
it nourishes me and my creations, empress with no limitations
I am so happy to be me, so happy to be free
no longer tending to the broken birds
rather focusing on my own concerns
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
every time I close my eyes,
my life beats behind my eyelids
like the wings of a butterfly
as questions form the rhythm
of a song that constantly plays.
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC
I clutched at my knees
the beats before her voice
ramming into me repeatedly
The noises in my mind
Too bright, too abrupt
an incoherent strum of notes
I never should have
given you anything
memories dangling in your fist
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC
The mind was always background noise
in a soundtrack played by the beats of one's heart
with lyrics from conversations
inspiration from hyperventilation
and palpitations
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
an average human creature should such a mythical exist
in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats,
billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment)
but like everything so essence human there are
those very few heartbeat moments,
the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
that you total truly remember,
recalling the cream and sauce,
swell and the hell,
of the pounding so slow so hard,
each one a volcano of
a moment until that day
you don't remember-anything
when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a
honky-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure
and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage
disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined
you're feeling your heartbeat
in your knees going weak,
when the doctor says:
congratulations healthy swell
and/or
some years later,
I'm so so truly sorry, hell
when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like
but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart,
it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of
heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming
a billionaire of heartbeats you are,
but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and
forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony,
your true net worth, the stripes you wear
upon your shoulders skin,
the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity
you fall to your knees wherever you are,
that is where you will find me,
just listen for the cars horns blaring
cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to
ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime
you alone total truly that concert set recall and
the win-loss record inherent, inhiment,
in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes,
of forty beatings you took,
somehow it feels like here is, there was,
the answers to
where is shelter for the heart,
the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says,
I don't feel a pulse
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
looked for you
for 21 years,
wondered
what you were
up to when some
nights felt lonely,
saw you in
every person
I came across
everyday,
thought about
your existence
way too many times,
and many times
more I taught
myself not to,
and here you are,
a call away,
your touch;
a hug away,
your presence;
a heart beat away.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
I’m a child of nature so come meet your neighbor.
I make my own way, I don’t need your favors.
It got dark sometimes, but it made me braver,
Now no one can say “please go save her”.
What did you think that I put my cape up?
I’ll either make it now but for sure later.
So each step that I take, ooh I savor like
Good morning, I don’t need no makeup.
I’m on a mission to be greater,
Shooting for the stars, Ursa Major.
I don’t fall
I don’t fail
I won’t bend
I won’t break.
I’m way too authentic to ever be fake.
Got too many dreams but now I’m awake.
Just give me a beat and let me create.
Just listen to the beat if you wanna hear me speak.
I’ll say it again, put me on repeat.
I am music, and music is me
So I’ll show you a world that your eyes can’t see.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
Jump out to the camera
homage to the renegade beats.
For weeks reading screams
mock us, their torment
crossing mental frontiers
—loud streets, sprite deviants
smashed 1999.
[Abomunist Jail baby]
Stop suffering, you weren’t swallowed
God machine Thursdays.
roses are sentient, violets bounce
prophet muscle
—abracadabra headaches
purging Hephaestus,
whose breath at my altar
awoke. I never remained
a threatened voice. Hollow voice,
fleshly chain torture,
“my Satan you are truly a dance”
discharged generation
thinking conversations
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Love in the air
Love in every beats
Beats of my heart
Beats only for you
You are my life
You are my destiny
Destiny of my search
Destiny I desire
Desire I treasure
Desire of my pleasure
Pleasure in your kiss
Pleasure in your embrace
Embrace that I can't resist
Embrace I crave for eternity
Eternity of our togetherness
Eternity of my bliss
Bliss in your arms
Bliss of my life
Life with you
Life I cherish
Cherish the momemnts
Cherish your memory
Memory I can't forget
Memory that let me live
Live to the fullest
Live with joy
Joy In every moment
Joy in the touch
Touch me with love
Touch my heart
Heart of yours
Heart I want to stay
Stay by my side
Stay forever
Forever with me
Forever holding my hand
Hand in your hand
Hand that heals
Heals my pain
Heals my broken day
Day of mine
Day end with your dreams
Dreams of our love
Dreams that delight always
Always your precense
Always for romance
Romance be romance
Romance for all seasons
Seasons..
Romance..
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
renaissance
San Francisco, a whisper in the wind tonight
tells of rebirth
not Beat
or beaten down
not beatific simply being
it is whispered that soon
we will all see our visions and dream our dreams
amidst the microchip mindbending screams
can you really, really believe?
The true dawn begins tonight
at which I woke, and was alight
and the wind rushed through me like
the rustle of dead leaves
San Francisco, I never knew
you but I hear of your deeds of renunciation and renown
they have echoed across time and space like starlight
that is evergreen
I have seen, I see, I will continue to see
me in you
you in me
I was born
not anachronistically
but just in time
just in time
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC