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"symphonized" poems
silence except the soft piano riffs of classic 60's covers and the summer wind slipping past the parted windows as we drive through a different world where the daily countryside encapsulates and the sentinel stars coagulate into a calming blanket of condensation where serotonin and melatonin miscibles reign supreme silence except for the soft squeeze of my hand in hers the symphonized beat of two hearts stitched as one and the subtle sigh of mother nature's languid lullaby beneath the masked face of the full moon we drive through a different world and wonder how something so special can be a secret kept between only us
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
Latenight Drives
The moon and stars they wept. The grey blanket of clouds covered the light source. The morning sun was dead. In a bunked lowly chair I sat as I stare the first drop of sky's tears fall in the windowpane. It's like watching a full played orchestra. The loud crackles of every droplet hitting my roof sounded like violins. The wind steered the tempo of each cello sounding raindrops. Marvelous harmonies of saxophones, bassoons, oboes, clarinets and flutes symphonized the silence. Sky, the orchestra conductor is crying. So am I. Then I remembered, that I'll play a function too. I'm the orchestra's vocal soloist. Oh, here's my part . . . I screamed.
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
Downcast Symphony
today, we can be tone deaf and cringe at the notes our love once symphonized today, we can be left handed and **** up the paper our story was on today, we can be mute and let the silence speak for itself today, we can be blind and never see it coming but tomorrow, we can orchestrate we can draw we can speak and we can see everything we ever wanted to happen
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
24 hours
In the background of mind, music gently plays with positive thoughts. They tickle consciousness revving up feet to dance with grace. Wind chimes in with a grand tempo. Birds join composing in harmonic splendor. Even breath, releases a grand chantey as inhalation merges with exhales. When heart blends in, teaming up with its sumptuous beats, amalgamation takes place. and a sacred tune is orchestrated. Symphonized to give life, it's divine exquisite song. StarBG © 2017
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
In Background Of Mind