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Eyes on the East (Poem)

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daffodils

O you voices of wonder….

Pour out your splendour !

All through the hills…

O sweet and tender!

Reedy and ready…

How the wind fills!

Various yet steady…

Eyes on the East!

Shine stars o shine…

From greatest to least!

All down the line…

Herald the dawn!

Impulse for dancing…

Sundays sweet fawn!

Tender is glancing…

Fresh wine is drawn!

O you voice of wonder…

Pour out your splendour!

Cast down your hilts…

Sing that great ardour!

That drones and that lilts…

It’s never harder!

Than at twilight…

But if faith will continue!

The Sun is our sight…

Shine on o shine on true!

Voices of wonder …

Pour out your splendour!

All through the hills…

Curtains are thrust back !

Exploding as Daffodils…

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Fatalism (Poem)

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mcllelands

A coupla more songs

And its time to die

Same old fatalism

Somethin like two wrongs

Don’t make a try

Raindrop prism

Filters

Same old fatalism

Call it pessimism

Heavy hitters

Put on those tracks

Follow the rails

Again and

A coupla more songs

Draw some links in sand

Mostly longs

In whispers

Made of suggestions

Compulsive vespers

Miss and directions

Researching and

A coupla more songs

And its time to die

And and and same old fatalism

Under a rosy sky

Floating cherry smoke

Epileptic relativism

Gin and coke

And a coupla more songs

and its time to die

Filters parliament

With a heavy sigh

Empty boxes that cement

Every tender why

Same old fatalism

Random assembly

To chase away

Determinism

Determined to stay

Who said what to where and when

Is that destiny? Was that destiny?

I don’t Amen.

It’s hard when you speak in periods you know

Yea it goes something like

A couple more songs that grow

Into a cheap old mic

Maybe one day will glow

Like that same old fatalism

Like a raindrop prism

That arcs double wide

Trailer park philosophies

Theyr’e on our side

That same old fatalism paints symphonies

Come on baby do ya wanna ride?

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What I Mean (Poem)

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Answers

You’re harshin my mellow baby

I don’t feel your vibe

You’re always maybe

That just ain’t my tribe

Well so

If you don’t dig it

You can go

I ain’t gotta fit

This ain’t no show

Why

There’s no reason

That you can’t try

It’s such a late season

Can’t you see that

Certainty

Isn’t a hat

At least not for me

If you want answers

Find someone who ain’t as free

Tow that line

If that’s your scene

I’ll be fine

Cause I don’t know what I mean

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Friday Rain (Guitar and Violin)

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Everything is mighty green.

Production Tools

FOSS!

Ardour

Focusrite Scarlett 2i2 (Mic that came in the kit)

CAD MH210 Headphones

Kdenlive

LINUX MINT!

Free GNU/Linux Logo Penguin SVG - TitanUI

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One Oh One (Poem)

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Drums cascade

Tumbling over

Heartbeats made

Tumbling over

Driving shade

Never lower

Now staccato

Effervescing

Now Legato

Subtle dressing

As field

In bloom

As shield

Embracing gloom

Rhythm

All elemental

Natural logarithm

Living fall

Expressing

Thunder sun

Striking dust

One Oh

One

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O Francis – (Poem)

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The cherries that you bought at the super market

Were almost as sweet as the fleet way that you share a cigarette

In smoky whispers that decay regret

O and never will I never will I cry

From this moment on

There is only a glad song

Deep within my breast

I’ll stay high at last without a feast or fast

Ah, the memory so neatly tied so tidy

Ever in my brain

Balm for every pain

O Francis


Let loose your chances

let’s have wild dances

Out there in the rain

Yes I am again

I am again

For I have nothing more to gain

Tender is the moonlight dappling the morning

As it fades to sunlight

I look at stars which twinly are more bright

O my chief delight


O Francis

let loose your chances

Lets have wild dances

Lift another cup

For there is no faith but up

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SIGHT (Poem)

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Serious so serious
You are all so serious

Everything is lead

Mysterious yes mysterious
So mysterious and dead

Without gravity

Pomp and circumstance
How would longevity
Grace your arrogance

You call us fools

You call us clowns
We are but tools
To be herded by the fine gowns

But what if to be so serious

Is not mysterious at all
What if gravity is dangerous
And the reason for the fall

What if ouroborus was more accurate
Than you could predict

A bit less immaculate

Than an emanation of some cosmic writ

What if the serpent that feasts upon its tail
Is God’s commentary on priests who fail
To judge anterior from posterior
And spend all of their mortal days

Up their own ass far from wise Suns rays

O grim so grim is my delight
For its fun to play and tease and fuck and fight
For in the end neither might nor right makes right
There is only…there is only…there is only….

Sight
It is holy…lonely…holy…lonely…laughing….

Sight

This is nothing….

This is SIGHT

Soaring

In
Ghostly

Holy

tRite

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Daily Poem # 4 – Fire and Seed

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Empty smell

I sit among it

Wholesome well

Leaves are scattered lit

By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks

There was once a water wheel

In this place by the rusted tracks

Fire and seed

They carried forth what survived of generations

Supplied each need

To those who through wit and luck kept their station

But here

In wholesome depths

Tears draw near

Fire rivers fanned by the empty smell

Sing songs of those who never had a chance to tell

Why do I sit here with the power to spell

When I disappear

Will I meet the million voices

Who dwell here

Amongst fates fickle choices

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Submitted by J.D. Newsman – Free Car! (Creepypasta Sorta) – Part II

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Part I

The Alan character sounds a bit different because I finally figured out that my mic wasn’t plugged in all the way. I’m a noob audio wise bear with me. Hope ya’ll enjoy.

The music is free domain see the last videos description for details. Too lazy to look up the link again.

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