Hi Jim, Julie and everyone!
Very nice and Beautiful!
Best wishes,
Byron.

Music Like Music


Music, like music.
It floats in the night.

Notes of all kinds
swirl in, out of sight.

I'd love to share it,
with someone I know.

Maybe you'll help me;
my insight, to grow.

Fly, bird, imagine,
but don't fly away.

Because, by because,
am different, my way.

Because, by because,
you friend --

just, because.


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jm
25 Oct. 2017

For consideration: Memories are static, consciousness is dynamic.

Consciousness is like a rotary switch, constantly turning;
individual memory locations' strengths determine how often
they are selected.

On the lighter side,

*

Consciousness is a Carousel


It turns, and turns --
stirring up memories,
introducing them to each other,
over and over, again.

And, who causes the carousel to turn?
Who decides what memories, the grandmaster
should select?

The memories, themselves --
jumping up and down,
crying, "Select me!"

And, so he does.

That's why I selected you.

*

Or, perhaps,

why you selected me?

* * *

jrm
26 Oct. 2017

Tree Climb Tree

It's time to climb a tree.

I'll have to cut-and-paste
another poem . . .
see?

Please read it thoroughly,
for meaning, hid from me,

and tell me all, therein,
about my destiny.

Just step inside my mind
(ha!),
feel free to rattle 'round . . .

At least I can trust you,
to tell me what you've found . . .

I hear your voice, right now,
as you send rhyme, to me --

Of cobwebs spun on tails
of horses sporting wings,

and goalies' shots on net,
with rice-cakes, hard and round.

Get serious, I say,
this is my destiny!

But, all you do is laugh,
and
offer cup, to me.


* * *

jrm
29 Oct. 2017

Martin Luther


Five hundred years.
The Renaissance continues.

We know not,
what we do.

Father,
forgive us . . .

before there are no more church doors
to receive our plea for help.


* * *

jrm
30 Oct. 2017

Hi Jim, Julie and everyone!
Very nice and Beautiful!
Best wishes,
Byron.

Thank you Byron :)

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Martin Luther


Five hundred years.
The Renaissance continues.

We know not,
what we do.

Father,
forgive us . . .

before there are no more church doors
to receive our plea for help.


* * *

jrm
30 Oct. 2017

Beautiful, Jim!

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He Sat By My Side

He sat by my side,
While the comets,
With tails blazing,
Were looking from the sky.

He looked at me,
While the sky turned pink,
With soft scooterclouds,
Whispering from the backdoor.

He turned away
While thoughts crossed his mind.
The tones of a new melody
Were waiting to be played.

(toss it into the ocean blue)

He sat by my side,
Well, all over again,
Wondering all over the sky,
Wasting his life away.

He saw the comets,
Waiting to fill the air
With fresh sounds, giving them
To that wasteland deep below.

He turned at me,
While thoughts crossed his mind,
With the light of a new day,
Waiting to shine down upon him.

(toss it into the ocean blue,
he did toss it into the ocean blue.)

DJ'17

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRADZnROPtw

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WINGDI

You were so big.
You were so sweet.
You were the only one I could trust.
You were the only one that saved me.

Over and over again

Your soul was mad
At you know who,
No dog at your side
The pain you must've had.

I wonder what that last look
At your birds must've said.

Wingdi, oh Wingdi,
Your feathers must've caught
The wind by now.

You were so small,
In my arms,
In my dreams.

Your wine tasted sweet,
Your river was wide,
and meandering onto me.

Over and over again

Like the birds over your head,
Giving their last look of
Unconditional love for you.

I wonder if you noticed
Their message

If you did..

Wingdi, oh Wingdi,
You must be a
Happy man by now.

DJ'17

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptRntoeYNB0

Jeroen Seurey (Wingdi) ° 18/12/1973 - + 10/02/2017

Rest in peace :'(

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The Music,
The Music


It resonated, throughout the church,
touching our inner selves.

We were blessed,
at making the decision we made.

To be there, with each other,
listening to beautiful music.

An evening to remember,
but
one with poignant perspective . . .

years, later.


* * *

jrm
7 Nov. 2017

In the Beginning


In the Beginning,
was the Word.

And, the Word
was God.

And, the universe
formed itself,
in his Word.

And, his Word --
His music --

has resonated
within his creation,

ever since.

And, it will continue
to do so,

until the end of time.

*

And, His children,

will continue
to sing from their hearts

the soul of his universe.


* * *

jrm
8 Nov. 2017

Over The Stars

Oh over the stars,
With the music playing.
Over the stars with you,
And the birds are singing
With the stars, just for you
And for the angels,
For their benevolence,
For your love,
That is falling down the stars,
Right into my arms.
Tell 'em sweet Lord,
Tell 'em 'bout your plan,
'Bout your love
That turns hatred into happiness.

Oh over the stars,
With the music playing.
Over the stars with you.
Freedom is such a beautiful world,
Can't you hear it downunder,
Just for you and for the angels,
For their benevolence.
Tell 'em sweet Lord,
Tell 'em 'bout your love,
'Bout your happiness
We receive in gratitude,
'Cause we are stardust..
Over the stars.

Dj'17

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_qpCGZfR1o

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A Beautiful, Complex, Melody


Age, before beauty --
as the old lady
held the door, for me.

Acceptance, with humor --
as I warmed my hands,
in yours.

Massage, haircut,
knitting group --
our lives have their joys.

The squeaks and squeals,
from my seven strings,
diminish into a
beautiful, complex, melody. . .

Defining you perfectly.


* * *

jrm
1 Dec. 2017

A Merry Christmas to all, believe it, or not!


World War III


No women would be abused,
nor children tossed into a ditch, in desperation.

No long refugee lines with vacant stares of anguish,
and without hope for a next meal.
No more piloted, or automatic weaponry.
No more soldiers.

Neither victory, nor defeat.

Just vast, radioactive,
burnt-out lands.

Lands, whose leaders refused to discuss
their differences . . .
and, would rather die,
for their selfish principles.

Lands, in which everyone's only recourse,
was to pray to God,
for salvation,
from their mistakes..

Lands, in which the few survivors
were obliged to start over --
and, somehow --
profit from their mistakes.

*

God would not intervene.

He had, still,
that much confidence
in His own children.


* * *

jrm
21 Dec. 2017

New Year's Eve, 2017


Winter always has the last words,
for the year --
Cold, and clear.

A parade, to watch?
No, the children have their own families, for that.
Perhaps, a warm restaurant, with experiences to share.

A pair of Great Horned Owls is hooting, outside,
in anticipation of starting their own family,
in 2018.

It's December 27th, with the sun well down for the day.
Downstairs, some classical music
fills the air, indistinctly, beyond closed door.

It's been a good year,
with music learned on the viola da gamba,
and some friends' lives touched.

I'm sure, there is no better way to end the year.
Do you?


* * *
jrm
27 Dec. 2017

Cherry Ghost

You don't know nothin'
'bout my soul.
You don't know nothin'
'bout my soul.

Underground sound
We are so bound
Find the door to freedom
And wake up that weary mind.

We don't know nothin'
'bout our souls.
We don't know nothin'
'bout our souls.

Notes of music in the air
Comfort my lonely dispair.
Mad man, playing music for
The sad man, it does the trick.

I don't know nothin'
'bout my soul.
I don't know nothin',
'bout my soul.

Underground sound,
We are heavily bound.
The doors of preception
Are pulling our leg.

Pie made of cherry ghost
Don't know nothin'
'bout my soul.
Don't know nothin'
Don't know..

Wrapping me in pink white sheets,
Minds are not connected
For the sad man, it does the trick.
Through thin and thick
Our souls stick together.

Cherry ghost flavor
Don't know nothin'
'bout my soul.
Don't know nothing
'bout my soul.

DJ'17

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gBi8CKqbqQ

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Happy

Diving into your water,
Swimming into your sea,
It comes all together,
That day we'll be free.

You're a pirate,
Just like me,
Your a pirate,
Forever to be.

Crossing your oceans
To be near you.
It comes all together,
No more cplor of blue.

Ten billion questions,
80 answers to be solved.
I hope you'll stay with me
Because you are involved.

You're a pirate,
Just like him.
You're a pirate,
Forever to win.

Forgotten tunes turning
Into sccientific facts.
You make me feel like running
And diving to the top of your mountain.

Turning into your color
And it sure ain't no blue.
It comes all together
With ten shades of you.

You're a pirate,
Just like her.
You're a pirate
With tiny white fur.

DJ'17

Song for Happy Chichester from Columbus Ohio.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHsR9Rr9q6w

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Just Suppose


Just suppose
we detected
an alien
TV signal.

Just suppose
it featured
violence
against aliens.

Just suppose
we decided
to not
make contact.

A good decision?

Just suppose . . .


* * *

jrm
12 January 2018

We're Wind-up Dolls


We're wind-up dolls.
Don't believe, otherwise.
When the spring tension drops . . .

Onto the stage, we dance.
Into the music, most grand.
Centered with spotlight . . .

We're wind-up dolls,
dancing, yet dancing,
we dare not desist.

A question:
When will the music stop?
Before we wind down?

Or, will it continue . . .
supporting sweet end,
to our beautiful lives --

Our lives filled with poignancy,
an end to our show.
Our spring's tension gone . . .

Our steps on the stage,
are echoed, tap, tap --
then tunes fade away.

Quietly, the stage-master
picks up each doll,
gently places in box.

Then turns out the lights,
and yawns end of day.

But, echoes, small echoes,
still nudge walls, their way.

Our lives aren't for naught.
With music they're bought.

Sweet tunes in the night.
Sweet tunes in the night.


* * *

jrm
15 Jan. 2018

A Happy Few (good men)

Good men by my side,
Let's make it a happy one,
A happy singularity.
Good men, close by me
Let's make us a happy few,
A happy few, period
Periods pass through time,
Black holes they're called
By some happy few,
Good men they're called.
Good men by our sides,
Let's make us a happy lot,
On our blue dot..
Passing through time..
Passing through space..
Passing through winds
Of stardust and knowledge.
Period, they say, no more discussion.
We are a happy few and will remain that way,
The good men say.

DJ'17

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