#percussion
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Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 1:52 AM UTC
Besides
Inspection
Palpation
Percussion
And auscultation
One should spend
More time on
Soul gazing
And that makes all the difference
Read it again
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
For someone
it can be a noise
Drum beats
tremble with space
metals split
the bunch of leather beats
A typhoon of disorder
Staying wrapped
in the middle of a striking hurricane
Feeling the sound
shouting to me
My heart beats
It absorbs those beats
It shakes my head
touching my spirit
This music long ago
came from shamans
When the music was
a human ceremony
Mysterious rhythms
What are those numbers
in the elastic organic rhythms?
What are those symbols
of the perception of the world?
Followed long roads
and formed through time
passing from people to people
with their own body rhythms
Their clouds
Their rains
Their thunders
Their earth
Transformed in the
orchestra of percussion
And the story of their nature
descends to me
I hear my ancestors
their messages
I meet them
and now I play
Their and our rhythms
of the Korean percussion
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
The wind plays a symphony that only the silent can hear.
Close your eyes, put your mind at peace, and open you heart to the sound.
Let the breeze fill your lungs and lift you higher.
Hear the rustle of the leaves high above and the gusts whistling a tune.
Windchimes add percussion while the hum of the earth beneath your feet casts a steady beating of your heart.
Breathe in, breathe out becomes the harmony.
And the wind roars the melody.
You are the conductor, the one in control.
You guide the song through its journey and take a victorious bow.
And when you stand and look out again and wonder why it has to go,
Remember that there will always been another symphony storm
-t.s.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
I take a breath and close my eyes with pride.
His comments seek a lodging in my soul;
The hurt I feel from all he spits, I hide.
Heβll never know heβs found my numb heartβs holes.
βForeverβ was his biggest lie to me,
One word, a feeble promise left unkept.
My heart should learn the way his drums beat free.
Iβm captive to the trebled tears Iβve wept.
Do you recall when Whitman said βBeat! Beat! Drums!β?
Too bad the drums could always beat, beat us.
At least I got kisses βtween rounds of ***
But still, to him, Iβd grown superfluous.
I simply craved some adult discussion.
I guess he preferred to play his percussion.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
The fire was black, today.
Ignited with the blood
of a man
who's someone else.
After it died
the coals danced purple
and snickered into
the nothingness.
Wind blew pears off
a tree
causing them to
fall sporadically
atop a shed's metal roof;
acting as the
night's percussion instruments.
The man pondered
the fragility of human life
and of applesauce.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
The best percussion
this World has to offer
is that which you'd hear
were you to lay down your ear
upon the bare chest of your lover,
and loose count of the blessings for which you're both grateful:
each and every little touch
each and every heartbeat
each and every moment
each and every breath
each and every time
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It's been so long since we've played my favorite songs.
I'm looking forward to the reunion tour, my love.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
I am a sheet of music
I start quietly building on the quartet of Strings
the Violin starts a shimmering sound
backed up with the viola
the solemn sound of the cello
and the ground breaking bass
united in harmony
There is a rest a break in note
I am part of a Symphony an overture
out of the heart of the music
a quiet roll
the timpani building in sound
full orchestra building in amazing ******
Fireworks, Percussion, Brass, Woodwind, Strings
Combined together in unity
performing to the quality levels of sound
the amazing Tchaikovsky in 1812
Creativity and Imagination
shaking the core of the earth
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
*When the whole world doubts you
And your heart says a resounding yes
Take out the Clash Cymbals to crash all doubts
Make your own music to drown the noise
Clashing cymbals make the right music
Clash and Bang, that upbeats the true spirit*
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC