#tones
''*Well, I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do for you
And all the times I had the chance to...
These days I'll sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them*"
These days by Jackson Browne
[?]
once again, mess with soulful perfection,
the melancholic mood of music & word
making me aching for the sweet sadness
of loss for when one possessed a curvature of
the smooth straight idyllic perfect love
of friends, family & females,
ascending into crescendo,
then the blood letting of
ego, vanity, incorrect priorities,
the hurrying up to nowhere silly manhood,
and Jackson bemoans
"About the things that I forgot to do for you,"
begging please in a daily prayer,
let me be
confronted with my failures,
my children,
I have not forgotten them,
though, they, I,
nor you,
and you too,
have not forgiven me,
nor I,
myself
*and all that is left
is counting time
in quarter tones,
and even smaller, finer
intervals,
to make my punishment for all my
mistakes, go slower, making my time taking
more grievous painful*…
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
Like a box of crayons,
We come in many shades, and
in many different colors,
Shades and skintones, we
Precede one another.
We have the reds, and
the Oranges galore,
and the rest of the colors,
that we certainly do adore.
We are like crayons,
We start off as perfect, but
When we're worned down,
We are tattered and broken,
We are still useful, although
our essence had faded,
We're used less and less, and
We start to feel degraded,
We are like these crayons,
We are still around, but
Our purpose becomes useless,
as we are dwindling on down!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/9/2024
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:48 AM UTC
Three
chests heave-
in the dark,
Breathing throughout
Each exhale.
The soundscape
adopts
a sleepers tone;
As
the clock's
Tick tock,
Counting each second;
Becomes infinite-
The midnight's
metronome
Insues...
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 3:44 AM UTC
This is, the Creator's Delight!
The Sun through the rain opens a rainbow of color.
Resounding within layers upon layers
Vibrational tones & hues.
Flowing continuously
Into each Arc & Convenient.
The seven flowering, whirling lights
Spin, emanating their specific color
Thousands upon thousands of tones & hues.
Shinning outward
Purple, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, and Blue.
Standing together in harmony
Each a Rising Sun
A reflection of a reflection
Repeated in countless rays
Reaching from the rising base
An outstretched fan.
Etched up on my mind
This memory lingers long past sunset
Within the fan's folds
For here resides the mystery of Light.
With Great understanding. Great wisdom, knowledge and joy.
Love Arise!!
In Unity!
The Creator's delight!
In Unity!
Love Arise!!
With Great understanding. Great wisdom, knowledge and Joy.
For here resides the mystery of Light.
Within the fan's folds
This memory lingers long past sunset
Etched upon my mind
An outstretched fan.
Reaching from the rising base
Repeated in countless rays
A reflection of a reflection
Each a rising sun
Standing together in harmony
Purple, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green and Blue.
Shinning outward
Thousands upon thousands of tones & hues.
Spin, emanating their specific color
The seven flowering, whirling lights
Into each Arc & Convenient.
Flowing continuously
Vibrational tones & hues.
Resounding within layers upon layers
The Sun through the rain opens a rainbow of color.
This is, the Creator's Delight!
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 7:17 PM UTC
Harmonic vibes from past tribes
Come together to realign
Our voice as one is magnified
Raise your level from inside
Trust in part with what can't be seen
Feel supreme in alternating tones
Eyes often closed to open minds
Reap beliefs to form your own
No words are needed to succeed
Moving true free and deeply
Yet synchronised numbers rhyme in kind
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
Blessed be before birth
Free from pain
social shackles
taught to fault
stress on brain
Feed head heart and soul
Deciphering tones
Raised energy
View clear to see
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
koi pond quietude
values and tones of zen stones...
find repose and peace
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
i wish we didn't have to break up
every time you say your cell phone does.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
Expressing my feelings for you, it worries me.
How would you take it?
Is it awkward?
Are you annoyed or flattered?
I don't need you to feel the same.
I just need you to understand, what I say, feel, mean.
Drenched in two tones.
Both full of love.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
If I memorized
all the tones that drifted in from
a world of happiness
we are no longer inhabitants of,
the tones that drip ever so slowly
filling our heart with love
and filling our life with pain,
the tone that ripples through
every word I weigh on my tongue.
all the tones
that resonates in me as the wind passes
through the places in my heart
where your laughter once lived,
all the tones
that separate bird cry and bird song.
I think I would find the song we lost,
the song we sought
that we could never hear
in the noise of our shouts.
And though our love is dead
I would like this song
to have a home to rest.
As for our love,
what is lost is probably
lost for best.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
They are spying on us
from the black ether
eyes good enough to
spot you from over there
to over here and beyond
What do they see behind
this thick veil of flesh
are they soul searching us
or are they just curious enough
with all that money to find
nothing but me and you
loving each other...
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
I am a little note,
A voiceless sound.
Until I am embrace life,
I shall stay bound.
But lend me to an artist
and then you shall see,
How he'd mix me with his mayhem
so a symphony I can be.
But if I wished, then I
could be a patriot's song;
the anthem you people would sing,
but that won't be for long.
Because the next time you hear
I'll be a melancholic tone,
tearing your heart apart,
as you stare at walls alone.
Or I could be a joyous rhythm
to make your soul smile,
or to make you tap your feet
and forget the world for a while.
For I am just a note;
you thoughts, I can vocalize.
Deciphered only by the heart
and not the brain of someone wise.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC
I thought God was calling me until I realized my phone was dead and
my brain was just reverberating the ringtone that was ingrained in my head next to your name.
I'm so ******* lame, because
it was just the static along with the 100 miles with no signals.
a you showed me what love was when I thought my savior had left me.
I thought you were the one, darling..
only to have you smash my heart as much as my ******* phone screen.
it's okay though,
I have my network to back me up after you left me.
so more more dial tones.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
Human beings need help.
They can’t do it completely on their own.
That’s why we spend some time calling out to people.
But it just ***** when you keep calling out to those,
Who have already hung up the phone.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
the mind possess the tempo
of each poem that will grow
the poet hums silently as
the inks of harmony flow
silence within its aging pages
in an attic of hurt and true pain
it sits all alone just an old notebook
silent for too long
trying to make sense of things
hoping to unleash the
unspoken thoughts
pouring words onto paper
Shhhhh !! ....I need silence....
I'm asking the lines
please allow ink
from my pen to purge
my emotions into its spaces
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Don't fall in love with an artist.
You'll come to love the way
the beauty of the world
reflects through their eyes
in an awestruck childish glimmer
and you won't remember how to see
when they're gone.
No one will love you like an artist can.
They'll memorise all the tones
of your skin
and perfect the shades
in every mound and valley
and they'll only paint
with black and white
when you're gone.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
You are all so fragile
In more ways than one
Made of glass and glued pieces.
I'm unable speak certain words or
in certain tones...
And I am a stone
Watching my every move
Careful not to break you guys
I am a stone in a glass world
So heavy the burden
of staying strong
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
Your word that speaks the language of your soul.
Your soul that hears the voice of your heart.
Your heart that scream the name of your mind.
Your mind that whispers the emotion of the lines.
Your lines with notes and tones. And
your tones that tune the feeling you have.
The music you have.
Through your soul into your heart and to your mind.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC