#hmmm
You can tell me
it'll never rain,
but it won't keep
the rain from pouring..
or doubt the wings
while a mocking bird
sings, but it won't keep
the bird from soaring..
You can doubt the
sun on a cloudy day
And, from the sea,
maybe doubt the dunes
Or tell me there's
no God in heaven
Who heals my
internal wounds.
You can doubt the fate
of an injured deer
right up till you
see him prancing
And you can tell me
that I'll never walk
but you'll never keep
my feet from dancing
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 12:30 AM UTC
haiku 24/4/1b
you responsible
for random people or not
hmmmm
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 10:24 PM UTC
James Sebastian Middlemarch was a prodigy.
No other way to say it in truth,
And those who knew him and his gift
Were in agreement that he was destined to reach
The apogee of the musical world,
Though he, even at a very young age, discouraged such talk,
Sometimes offhandedly, but at other times
Quite insistently indeed, for, even then,
He had the constant, gnawing suspicion
That there was a disconnect between the harmonies
(Mad, excruciating, yet unspeakably lovely)
Which scampered unfettered around his head
And those he could bring forth on the piano or viola.
Nonetheless, his aptitude pulled him along
Through longitude and latitude,
To Julliard, then Paris and Vienn, maixing with others
Marked by their provincial peers as The Next One.
Through all this time,
The sonatas, concertos, and full-blown symphonies
Danced on in his mind without restraint or retreat
Yet, when he tried to corral them onto paper,
They kicked and bucked and spit out the bit
In spurious sixteenths and turgid quarters
Which cantered along in pedestrian time signatures.
These pieces (the “sad imitations”, as he called them)
Were performed on more than the odd occasion,
But on smaller stages by undistinguished orchestras,
And those freelancers dispatched by features editors
In the Rochesters and Pensacolas of the world
(Small-timers themselves, yet wholly without sympathy)
Would cluck and sigh dismissively in their reviews
That the works were derivative,
With easily discernible bits of Strauss and Schumann
(Clara Schumann, according to one acerbic small-town wit)
Scattered here and there,
And they were unanimous in their belief and opinion
As to the minor nature of his presence on the musical landscape.
After some years, he stopped publishing his works
Which made him even less of an afterthought
Than he had been at his low-slung zenith.
He continued to play with some regional symphonies,
Where he was deeply loved by his colleagues,
As he was modest in the face of praise,
But never sparing in dispensing kindness in return,
And to all appearances the frenzied siren airs
Which had ridden roughshod over his psyche for so many decades
Had ceased at last, but after his death, one of his sons discovered,
Squatting surreptitiously under a mound of ancient antimacassars,
Several trunks containing untold scores of sheet music,
(Updated versions of earlier work,
New pieces abandoned in exasperation)
Which sat in mute testament to the difficult labor
Of unfastening onself from the yoke of being ordinary.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
Our own eyes can never really see the self;
We must always rely on others to look.
Only through each other can we truly know
The shape of our character and the color of our essence.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
Ok it burned
on a seven or so million dollar renovation
but since the press and high demands
they reached out, to every single nation
The Government owns the place
so no wonder it burnt down
but now the coffers overflow
a billion or so came round
It just makes me wonder
conspiracies that might be
arson in cathedrals old
so much more money
see
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
What do i love? . . . That
Who do i love? . . . You
When did i love? . . . Then
Where did i love? . . . There
Why did i love? . . .
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
1:30 AM is when my head starts hurting and my body feels heavy with burdens
My soul feels hollow
And I don't really know who to talk to
Because it's a little late to call anyone
I'm googling weird things
And making my bucket list
Coming up with distractions for weeks to come
Because it is my only escape from my inexplicable pain and sadness
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Time has passed old friend
And a call across miles
All came to an amicable end
Once again I heard you smile
Catching up is good at times
Wrapped in warmth across the wire
Listening to the sweet talk chime
Fading that you were a liar
Still more than a footnote so it seems
I stained your heart with mere affection
I'm glad that I dance through your dreams
It pretties up the recollection
Thank you dear old friend of mine
I love that you just had to call
I miss the good ways we entwined
The rest, I just don't miss at all
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Maybe I was meant to be alone.
I don't mean a solitary creature.
Friends are great,
people need interactions-
without them, we go crazy.
But, maybe I just wasn't meant for this-
happily ever after stuff.
That's not to say I haven't been in love.
But it never lasts.
Even in the happiest moments.
I question it.
Maybe I'm better off alone.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
Sometimes I'm crazy.
Some days I'm in love.
Other times I'm wise.
Days blend together.
And I'm forever alone.
Dawn is breaking.
My heart shatters.
My life is made of glass.
Time never lasts.
Crazy people die fast.
Let it go.
You're alone, now.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Shining armor rusts internally from salted tears of discontent
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
It's always been you.
The one my mind wanders back to.
Sometimes it takes months, or even years
but we always end up back in the same place,
like nothings changed.
Laughing and joking,
like we haven't been down this road before.
Catching up like we saw each other last week,
not last year.
Why is it after all this time,
that your name brings the most anticipation,
the most excitement?
We already know how this story ends,
yet we continue, we try again.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC