"soundscapes" poems
Morning Rainbow
Myriad prismatic crystals,
refract the morning sun-streams -
painting layers of spectral arches
across the misted horizon.
Eyes turned to the western skies,
we suspend our meteorological selves
acquiescing to miracles unveiled before us -
un-beckoned and scarcely earned,
proffering thanks for the radiant epistle
of healing, hope and promise,
artfully encoded in transfigured light.
Synthetic Refractions
A luminary ballet takes center stage
when synthetic refractors come to play:
crystal pendants bathe our foyers
with dazzling swaths of color.
Hazy coronas encircle streetlamps
discovered by headlights through the fog.
A science class prism slices light rays
into pre-ordered spectral strata.
If the sky denies us a rainbow,
we can always fashion one of our own
and we do!
Spectral Sound
Before there was music,
bird songs brushed our souls
and the murmur of woodland streams
held us captive by their banks.
Soon we learned to sing and tint the air
With prisms of wood and wire and metal
and to color soundscapes in our spirits
With songs of wonder, joy and longing.
Before there was music,
bird songs brushed our souls.
Robert Charles Howard, 2019
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
A synthetic thunderstorm envelops me
and I forget where my life is.
I forget about you and your fluent tongue
of disinterest, puppetry, and misinformation.
I forget the speakers and soundscapes;
wires and ties and strings attached,
the way I struggle to sleep alone,
but cannot share my life with anyone.
I forget the next payday, the next lay;
the need to borrow words and feelings
just to make sense of my own.
Distraction and hunger for nicotine
become near-echoes of a past life-
an umbilical bond to old decades
of habit and mistrust for the sober mind.
I forget the ash and ends I have left behind.
The ocean is close but occupies no space,
only the airwaves with a rhythmic breath
to still my own, reducing my identity
to fractals of self-interest and oneness.
I forget who I am amongst the writing desk,
The Book Of Longing, the cooling tea;
the stagnant water. I forget flesh desire,
violent *** and apologetic *******
I forget, for once, the need to live,
amongst all of this living.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
I'm excavating strained crevices in complete caves of royal silence,
A coil of better-left-behinds trail me
Frail me,
Bear in mind that I'm to blame.
Brute valor left undervalued
Caliber I drowned to death in her
A messenger of baptized alibis
Who am I who am I
Distant soundscapes of times ago
Blue-light memories aglow
I thought this was what I wanted…
If (only) I told you all my vaulted causes,
My daunted losses haunted with flaunted gauzes
I could have had what I always daydream of
But the day seems to have, still, just begun.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
How might he sing of this Queen that he found
Of their trip through the stars
Of the sights and the sounds
The soft subtle glow from her sun-kissed skin
Her Magic and rhythm that oozed from within
Of Holding her close, getting lost in her eyes
The lattice of limbs, the world passing by
Much more to this union than physics and heat
Their mind-space meeting place first of all treats
Hard to face truths they would tackle as one
Before all that JuJu had even begun
There in those convos through hours unfolding
A Lucid flowetry & neither witholding
She opened her heart up revealing her past
Her Darkness and Strengths
A history so vast
The degree of compassion and comprehension
Served as a softener, negating all tension
And he, he felt worthy, enough for a tear
To receive all she was
Dark and Light
Love and Fear
Pickled perspectives through dilated seers
Dissolving of egos & bringing forth tears
Humbly he knelt, for in him she would trust
Honouring intention
And Self
Before lust
Digesting their truths on candle light beams
Backing track soundscapes of finish him themes
Magnetic her radiance, a colourwheel aura
Bodies' bouquet, scents sweeter than flora
Skin to skin textures their grip free to roam
Tastes of pure Stardust
Her flavour was... Home
A moment removed from time's ceaseless pace
Light breaking birdsong, Love dripped from her face
The world switched on and began it's routine
While Awestruck he witnessed this manifest dream
Cat cursed yet tireless he played to her choir
Their Synchronous vibrations raised forever higher
There's never before been, nor again will there be
A woman of resonance as Perfect as she
Subjectively perfect, Ubiquitous truth
Yet how we see perfect requires no proof
All of his senses Peaked & Saturated
All his Desires
In this Queen concentrated
Once in a lifetime the lucky may find
A someone of substance who stimulates the mind
Once in a lifetime the lucky may be
With One who cultivates a compatible energy
Once in a lifetime the lucky may hold
The attention and Love of their true Twin Soul
But the idea that One girl could be all this and more
A concept so enticing he just can't ignore
The poetry of Presence
The Nourishment of Osmosis
The Freedom of the Eternal Now
She's Imperfectly Perfect
She's Perfectly Imperfect
His Queen Supreme
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
I look good in this mirror, look closer
It's only because nothing is lit up.
Background black.
Forbidding those to see beneath my scaley skin.
My eyes were meant to be gazed upon,
If for too long, like Madusa said,
Man turns to stone,
But off with her head.
My voice has remnants of sweet birds in the morning,
Or like soundscapes before bed.
Just look beneath me, you'll see
Things are empty.
Nothing but a sad sad piano playing,
Tip toeing in your ear.
Be weary of me.
Stand clear.
Beware of me.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC
You melt my stress like
The first hit
Or
A solid set of pushups
An honest act of altruism
Seen or completed
(One thing I am remarkably good at without even trying is
Being kind of big so
I’ve been pushing cars out all winter, you should try it)
You interrupt my thoughts
Even when I’m telling a story and
That’s impressive
Knowing me
I’m known to create soundscapes with the echoes in my dungeon mind
Lonely compositions
Full volume but drowned out by you
Sometimes I become completely detached
To any idea I’ve had or action I’ve committed
But you bombard me with the beauty of mistakes
And the merit of being proud
Catch me slithering into my hole
Stomp on my tail and drag me into the light
You make me transparent but
I love it
To the universe, I am murky
For you
I am clean
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 9:12 AM UTC
listening to contemporary soundscapes on the radio
I realize I am the age of my grandmother
when she was terrified that I was
happily howling the latest Beatles songs
and trying to play them on the piano which
for her
was a sanctuary of late 19th century music
she liked to play with virtuosity and passion
much of what my culture radio station
calls contemporary music
or pop music stations praise in their charts
does not really catch my ear either
times keep changing
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
Hear my cause
Heed my calls
We all need to rise
From the Underground to The Streets
You’ve been sleeping Beauty
Your awakening starts with me
I am your reckoning
We all need to believe
From The Underground to The Streets
Chin up Star child our time will come.
Look for the signs in everyone and everything
It’s Pulsing and Breathing
Sometimes it’s misleading
But once you accept it, it won’t be deceiving
Tree Fingers are reaching
Your blood vessels breaching
Cascading Lights, Leaping Soundscapes
Snakes from eye of the earth
From the Underground to the Streets
A Surging Sea of Urgency
From the Underground to the Streets
A Surging Sea of Energy
This is it Star Child
What I want you to see
Let it in Star child
Silk Threads will sow us Safely home
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
the song remains the same
short
frantic
fast
thirty seconds of
aggression and
distortion and
******** punk
radio pop follows a formula
where experiment is anathema
and the flavor is bland vanilla
even lines of simple rhymes
gently fragrant cadences
for inane entertainment
unlike crooning ballads that
meander through soundscapes
pondering existential enigmas
in time with rhythm and blues
the banjo strings accompanying a
shadow on horseback riding on towards
a sunset setting the world asunder
we are all concertos
symphonies of solemn symmetry
a myriad of harmonies acquiescing
to the meaningless tunes of the universe
whipped hither and yon by the whims of
chance and happenstance in this
tumultuous hurricane of existence
some songs have not yet reached their conclusion
one began the moment the galaxies were painted
in broad-strokes across a tapestry of vacant space
still more have lost a beat they can't repeat and remain
forever frozen in anthologies kept in some ancient
library in an extra-dimensional plane
presided over by Father Time
a blind watchmaker created by the words that
sprung forth from cracked and withered pages
containing endless evanescent anthems
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
Lying on my back, on a picnic table next to a reservoir in my hometown, staring up through a pine cone laden pine tree, wearing earbuds playing binaural tones of cosmic soundscapes. The verdant pine needles filter sun light into thousands of jeweled sparkling shades, gradient hues of emerald and silver light; while the heavy breeze makes the waters surface dance, to natures tune, a myriad of flashing gems.
That my Spirit could take flight! To become unbound to these earthly cares and elements, casting off these carnal woes and be free; a new dawn after a long and terrible night. Becoming one with the flow of harmony, of wind, water and earth. To leap into the sky, to soar, and be free as thought!
But alas! Past is the subtle strains of music celestial, the dream spell broken, and next; a mountain bike ride to home and the cares of life.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
“please be as
big as your space.”
shelve
every moment, big or small for all to see
consume sushi burritos, ice
cream tacos, disappointment and success
you are both the product of your upbringing and
the slick Toronto streets:
your inherent judgement your guide
slide breath into books
and memorize landscapes
and capture soundscapes both mundane and enigmatic
ensure both shoelaces are tied
blazer pressed straight
ensemble thought through;
never neglect finishing touches
absorb Toronto skylines from an Ossington rooftop
walk through frayed soles until heels become flats
leave yourself enough buffer time after clocking out to say
yes to lakeside movies
be here now
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Red light cast on the side of a hotel
City colors bleed together
Crimson stoplights wail until their throats burn
Red light covers my hands when I write
Cars slice through the summer night
Rouge flushes her cheeks so that she looks alive
Red light shows hollows under your eyes
Chitchat cuts through urban soundscapes
Veins of traffic light up the dark with a golden pulse
Red light reveals the emptied sidewalk
Breaks pierce the air in shared cacophony
The heartbeat of the city spills into a cold and cadaverous evening.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
burgeoning geniuses of rhythm and song
hugging the blues with their guitars
on street corners or in ghetto blues bars
that cry forth clinging laments, soulful chords rising tolling
ancient sadness, exquisite madness
musicians finding their identity
as troubadours of the anguished heart
by way of a beggar's cup
a little luck
and those shouted encores worth more than a million bucks
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
Equilibrium, the flow of current moves against air.
Prolongation of sound resonates, and it speaks of unearthly escapes.
Leaking pipes in a seascape painting scrape off old oil;
A wall revealed, it hides behind the canvas.
This scene is spectral, and soundscapes release chants;
On and on and on,
On and on and on,
Freedom is your choice,
And we’ll always have
Daybreak daydreams, to keep demons away.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:16 AM UTC
*Over time
Conversations reflected in the middle of something more than just a memory of somthing nice it's something more
I can't explain why cause
It's not straight yet nor impressive to me cause you are fine but your not mines to adore but in my eyes tonight your someone special to me your like novel of high speed baby
don't spend the rest of you life on the internet accessing a beautiful love interest of someone you don't want like for real I know how you feel and you should know who you are baby
Just listen to soundscapes and stare at the stars endlessly it would be like what you shoulda seen before just stay in this please and put
theses missing pieces together and then come back again to light the fire to the place where angles go
Yes I know sins are heavy as stones,
Time will show
I promise if your mind is right
You'll be talking and feeling righteous forever on just cut the nightmares short
And leave the ******** alone honey
Say no more pain
Say no more headaches or walking around into long hallways just stick to original relationships that actually make sense to you
And and forget to paint a picture of it darling
Remember Im on your side
My presents has arrived to you with my happiness I arise tonight Mayflower may I put my hands beside you right next to the bottom light*
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC