Miraquill
Taken
First they took my music
Off my 45's and 33's
Off my daddy's "Reel to Reel"
Off my magnetic tapes
They stripped it down
And exploded it
Into pixels
Then they glued it back together
But missing all it's depth
It got compressed
To be
Less
Than what it was made to be
And the organic flow
Of creation
Made magic by musicians
Was siphoned out
Strained out
Until only an imposter remained.
There is an alchemy
In music
When you create it with others
A primal
Releasing and invention
All at once.
This is true magic
The way your voice can blend
With someone else's
A perfectly timed expression
Of sounds that make other sounds that could not possibly exist
In just one soul alone-
And this is what they dismantled
The mystic manuevers
Of connection
Of joyful or mournful voices
They took away that face to face
Incarnation of pure genius
As the sounds are so perfect
That you cannot help
Bring your hand to your heart
And hold it there
Feel it there
As it wells up inside
From the cosmos
From innerspace
From somewhere unknown
But perfect
And you reach out and place your other hand on the other maker's
Chest
All at once in gratitude
For the sounds you two create
And you feel it move through
You both
In perfect coupling
In union
In inspired frenzy
And it is wild and unbridled
It is young and old as time
And sometimes it's so perfect
That you begin to cry.
This is what they took away
And I'll never forget that
As I wind my magnetic tapes
Tighter
And scotch tape broken parts
I held on to relics
Because I always knew
They would steal my magic
If it wasn't held on to.
Hold on
The music is worth
Saving
Hold on.
©mmbftd
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mmbftd
8w
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Be Your competitor
Competition helps in conquering,
But too much of competition may lead to losing.
Winning depends on many factors,
The number of competitors, their strengths and weaknesses.
If you want to win over your competitors,
One whole life isn't enough to find success.
When you win over one, the other may emerge,
The more you fight, the more you need to charge.
Be your own competitor,
You know yourself better.
Wait to watch how you break your own records,
Enjoy the pleasure of crossing those winning lines.
© beensN9 0
The moment your excited for yourself they steal your spot light just to make it about themselves.
©feflourflowersPhoto By Martin Jernberg on Unsplash22 0 2
The music the records play
Why are they so sad today?
Even the happiest beat
Cannot get me on my feet
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prettyproses
105w
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In my sky of poetries
Whenever I missed words
Decorated ÁPoŚŤŔoPĤĔŚ
Around kohl coloured Ʀ៩¢០Ʀᖱន
Dipping in paint of thoughts
I drew stars hopping on clouds
Adorning syllables on flowerpots
In cold zephyr I hear chiming sounds
Under the twinkling ��������������
Whenever pearly moon shines
Even my poetic rhythm aligns
Metaphors sing in realm of mine
If at all your heart desires
Of wearing my memories
Connect the d̤o̤t̤s̤ with wires
Place them in your treasuries
©prettyproses
Do you remember? Those stars which we counted.
We always used to lost the count. We never even tried Thinking them to be infinite. It was a supposition. And whenever I asked a justification of our action. You would taunt me of having reasons for everything. Well I wonder what could be the reason of you admiring even simple thoughts in my poetry.
Sometimes you won't get the intent. But you felt content by the metaphors I used for your tales.
We would run across lawns. You behind me in the desire of catching me. But your hands would only be left with my words.
Around those lines in your palms I would hide the rhythm and ask you to find. I always knew you will fail and therefore I hid some syllabic keys in your pockets. You would still run chasing me.
Over a period of time you have started Imagining me everywhere. You never even realised I blew some delusional similes in your ear.
Now after realising you are under the notion of illusions, you just sit under skyline.
You open that blanket of yours that encompass every star of realm. Luring me too. You have succeeded as always. And here we are snuggling among alphabets to create a new horizon
#skyline #potd #poetry #poetryoftheday #pod #apostrophes #records #words #paint #skyline #rhythm #metaphors #heart #wear #memories #dots #treasuriesSkyline
In my sky of poetries
Whenever I missed words
Decorated ÁPoŚŤŔoPĤĔŚ
Around kohl coloured Ʀ៩¢០Ʀᖱន
Dipping in paint of thoughts
I drew stars hopping on clouds
Adorning syllables on flowerpots
In cold zephyr I hear chiming sounds
Under the twinkling
Whenever pearly moon shines
Even my poetic rhythm aligns
Metaphors sing in realm of mine
©prettyproses20 1 6
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E quando o sino badalar
E o relógio marcar
00:00
Irei lembrar,
de quem um dia me fez amar.
Irei lembrar, das noites claras em claro
Sob o luar, me declarando
Jurando te amar.
Ah, mina
Como eu ia imaginar?
Que tu ia chegar e jogar
Todo o meu planejamento pro ar.
Ah, mina
Como eu pude pensar
Que nós não iríamos combinar
E toda nossa história me faria chorar
E te obrigaria a me deixar
Ah mina
Não irei embora como Finch
Eu insistirei como Ambrose
Mas se não me quiser, desistirei como Traynor.
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mmbftd
121w
Read More#life #thoughts #poetry #nature #mmbftd#sunsim#lookup#memories#nostalgic#technology#changes#society#relationships#mortality#philosophy#notmychildhoodsky#sun#nature#simulation#Mandelaeffect#dreams#analog#records#vinyl#needle#theories#reflection#existential#reason#words#repeat#blueskytowhite#yellowsunisagift#mourning
Simulation
Do you remember
Analog?
Like yellow Sun
And blue skies
Those days are gone.
Do you remember
Vinyl skipping?
Needle dropping
Love sharing?
No likes
Phantom figments
Of manufactured adoration.
Do you remember
Soft touches?
Like fire's spark inside
Combusted.
And there were 2
Not many
1+1=2 is now insanity.
I'm a throwback
Vintage queen
Wrinkled rockstar
Pretending to be seen
I come and go
When I want
I'm not connected
To your lightning cords
My birth is a legend
No test tube
No clone
No DNA collected
No vaccinated sickness
Represented.
And do you remember
Analog?
Like yellow Sun and blue sky
Those things were meant
To die
I mourn their loss
And mine
Look up
This is
Not My Childhood Sky
It's something
Streamed in from the SIM
I'm out of lives ready to die
I'm ready
Put the needle down
And it skips, skips
And starts again
Do you remember
Analog?
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backstorypoetry
127w
You might break Records and make new Records
But one bad day and people will make you remember the mistake everyday for the rest of the life.
©backstorypoetry10 1
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lifeofshiv
Nicely written
Check out my last post if you don't mind a read if you like it do hit repost, it took a lot of energy and effort to post it would appreciate it more than you know☺️☺️
backstorypoetry
129w
BEING IN LIMITS
OR
BREAKING THE RECORDS
YOUR CHOICE
©backstorypoetry9 0
Childhood Records
I wish youd just kiss me already.
Be careful what you wish for,
Dont want to be a bore,
Just another girl knocking at your door.
Please baby, adore me.
For i am far too fragile to be ignored.
Memories are being stored.
"Its best if i check on them accordingly."
©sometimestheworstme3129 0
The good and bad thing
about one side love
is
it is mostly
off the records.
©ydt_145 0
ryan_writes
139w
Dark rainy night poem
I scroll down
Old letters
Rain often
Smells of her skin
Door sided kisses
Snow claded boulevard
Books and cigars
Un-lit ones ,Un-read ones
Un-kissed ones, Un-said ones
Dwell now , There is a music tonight
We fear the fears we concoct
We look into the eyes
We deplete our own flight
The last goodbyes
From closed apertures
Of perpetual belongings
By the hamaam
Her glistening eyes
Baits left to be untangled
Night left to endure eternity.10 0
ukwrites96
152w
I usually break my own rules and records....
At least, I surprise myself by doing so, that makes me happy because it doesn't break anyone heart.
That's my pride...!
And
I usually compete to improve my ownself, not to achieve victory on other.
That's my problem....!
©ukwrites9622 3 4
Record
Instead of breaking any record, break your own record and move forward quickly
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mmbftd
172w
Read More#skinny#hungry#razors#blood#youth#learning#erasing#analog#music#healing#depression#seasonalaffectivedisorder#anxiety#growingup#memories#commonground#generational#incommon#musicislife#cymatics#records#static#needles#cycles#round#repeating#listening#reachingout#love#Missingyou#life#scatteredthoughts#mmbftd#gratitude
Skinny
We were young
Fresh
Dirty
Out on our own
Free from our parents
Hovering eyes
Free from entitled
Suburbia
We wanted to starve
To feel something real
To fight for something
Important
More important than ourselves
We were skinny
No money to eat
Noodles filled our bellies and brains
Struggling
For meaning
When the truth had been withheld
We knew nothing of the world
It was closed off
And kept from us
From learnin
The truth
That I am me
And you are too
And we are one
Math doesn't divide
They do
On purpose
One is the numeral that deceives us all
Infinite
Skinny
Hungry for knowledge
This lesson repeats
For anyone strong enough
To put the needle down.
Older not wiser
Listening though I'm deaf
By the music that lifted me up and away from myself to connect with you
There was always something to that
Static pause before the needle drops
Listen
Now they wiped away that static
Analog destroyed
Lightened
Raped
Dissolved
Lasers don't have that dramatic pause
Before the music message drops
There is no time to wait for pauses now
The pregnant pause
Is miscarried
Like justice
And skinny
Girls
Want out of themselves
Just like all the others
They try to emancipated their souls
As red blood comes to the surface
Lines to follow
Scars to mark the passing of your life
And I see your pain
Take it in
Then purge it out again
I can barely hear the static anymore
Do you?
Slinking away to isolate
Give me back my soundtrack
So I can share with you
Drop the razors and take up
The staff
Up on that treble clef
Slink under the covers of bass
Beating like our hearts
Fast and pure
Undefined.
We were once young
Like you.
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mmbftd
196w
Sounds
Today I'm gonna open my mouth
Let those sounds come out
Carry my soul
Till it floats over and away from you
And all the smothering
You put me through
I'm gonna open my mouth
Let the harmonies fly out
Please let the music
Carry me off
To those places I belong in
Where I'm free and
I don't belong to anyone
But the sounds
Of acoustic strumming
In sunshine
Filtered by forest trees
Scattered sunlight
Reflected on the surface of the streams
Take me there
Let me open up
Remind me what I came from
Music carry me until
I can no longer sing
Loud into echoes
That bring that healing sound
Right back to me
Let me open my mouth
Let the sounds come out
Face in the speakers
Everyone can see me now
And I'm no longer shy
I don't have to hide
As I carry them off
Into this escaping vibe
Please
Let me sing today
Before I'm too late
And my bones
No longer let me play
Strum this guitar
As the old wood creaks
God only knows
It carries my memories
And the words I weave
Make the blanket I hide in
Woven from pain and that perfect musician
Born of it
Die with it
Resurrected by time
As it keeps on playing
For others to find
Let them
Open their mouths
Let the sounds come out
Music carries them
Like it carried me
Through the now and the then
For all time to see
And listen close
Pay attention now
To the message that
Had no choice but to come out
We are all the same
We've all got ghosts to slay
Let the music come out let it guide the way
Now children
Open your mouths
Let the sounds come out
Be heard
Make a noise
Let your sounds come out.
©mmbftd7 0
apoetnamedhommy
198w
A Tune
Envision a record spinning, the needle scratches but it doesn't damage. Instead it makes beauty, the beauty is a sound, a sound so profound it encaptures you. Captures the essence of your being and engulfs the drum of your ears with such elegance. This in turn makes the rhythm of your soul transfer the energy to your body which then leads that very energy enforcibly to dance. A tune is merely an extension of how we feel inside, sometimes the tune is so astonishingly gorgeous that we become entranced!
©h_g_rolon11 2
काट लेता हूँ
हर रात
जिस तरह
तेरे ख्वाब बुनते-बुनते
काट लूँगा
हर सफर
उस तरह
तेरी आवाज सुनते-सुनते
©shobhitjain8 0
loftydreams101
226w
The Soundtrack of a Stranger's Past
Leave me in the encircling notes
Of a paradise lost
That gleams as an outpost,
In the lingering dark
© William Wright, Jr. 2018
