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Byron Leigh Hatch @ team Carl Sagan Send message Joined: 5 Jul 99 Posts: 4548 Credit: 35,667,570 RAC: 4 |
Hi Jim, Julie and everyone! Very nice and Beautiful! Best wishes, Byron. |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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. * * * jm 25 Oct. 2017 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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 :'( rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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 rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
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 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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 rOZZ Music Pictures |
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