And music will out live them and pull through
And will reverberate around the stars
And will always sound glorious and new
And will be sung in rowdy drunken bars
And quiet Buddhist gardens on the sand
And music will then heal the lonely souls
And give them passioned comfort of a hand
And remind them that they too have their goals.
So let the sound of music fill the air,
Let it be perfect, digital or bad,
I like to hear those play who just don't care
And do what they do 'cause it makes them glad.
So come on music blind me to the night
Come fill my ears and make me feel alright.
399 (30.07.2015)
A world where music's lost is sad defeat
And each day's therefore cumbersome and bland
And never's there then that heavenly treat
That reaches us through someone's favourite band.
Well music's used to torture some I've heard,
Repetitive and loud and on and on
Into the cells of terrorist we hate
Barney's love song until all hope is gone
And resurrection of the soul's too late.
So music's heaven but it can be hell,
Yet only in the hands of devil men
Upon whom obedience has cast a spell
And who have not the brains to think again.
Forget them there's but little we can do,
And music will out live them and pull through.
And each day's therefore cumbersome and bland
And never's there then that heavenly treat
That reaches us through someone's favourite band.
Well music's used to torture some I've heard,
Repetitive and loud and on and on
Into the cells of terrorist we hate
Barney's love song until all hope is gone
And resurrection of the soul's too late.
So music's heaven but it can be hell,
Yet only in the hands of devil men
Upon whom obedience has cast a spell
And who have not the brains to think again.
Forget them there's but little we can do,
And music will out live them and pull through.
398 (29.07.2015)
Then teaches each of us where we belong
The sound that reaches far beyond our fears
And celebrates the world of perfect song
That quells our hearts and rectifies our ears
And brings us all in line with heaven's bells
And shows the way that hearts are made for love
And echoes through all time in all our cells
From nano particles to skies above.
See there a bird up high beneath the clouds
Hear the funeral bell where memories roam
See every type of music that's allowed
And let each note of blessing lead you home
A world that's lost in music is a treat,
A world where music's lost is sad defeat.
The sound that reaches far beyond our fears
And celebrates the world of perfect song
That quells our hearts and rectifies our ears
And brings us all in line with heaven's bells
And shows the way that hearts are made for love
And echoes through all time in all our cells
From nano particles to skies above.
See there a bird up high beneath the clouds
Hear the funeral bell where memories roam
See every type of music that's allowed
And let each note of blessing lead you home
A world that's lost in music is a treat,
A world where music's lost is sad defeat.
397 (28.07.2015)
In all the glories of the human voice
See what we do when we are given soul
When we are given chance and love and choice
When all our bodies long to rock and roll.
A tiny child hums twinkle little star
An opera singer contemplates the spheres
When people sing then no where is too far
And there's no need to contemplate our fears
The sound of song gives strengths we cannot know
And every message is beyond all thought
And nothing that we every speak can show
The thing that music shows that can't be taught
The human voice gives place to God through song
Then teaches each of us where we belong.
See what we do when we are given soul
When we are given chance and love and choice
When all our bodies long to rock and roll.
A tiny child hums twinkle little star
An opera singer contemplates the spheres
When people sing then no where is too far
And there's no need to contemplate our fears
The sound of song gives strengths we cannot know
And every message is beyond all thought
And nothing that we every speak can show
The thing that music shows that can't be taught
The human voice gives place to God through song
Then teaches each of us where we belong.
396 (28.07.2015)
Come let me weave you a musical crownThat you can wear until your dying dayAnd in those magic music waters drownOr let those sacred sounds take you away.Now listen with your heart and ears and soulTo every sound you ever hear that's playedAnd let the all consuming take controlAnd think of all the wonders music's made.See how it raises up the sorrowed manSee how it evens out pauper and kingSee all the wond'rous things that music canSee how it changes every single thing.So think with me a moment and rejoiceIn all the glories of the human voice.
395 (27.07.2015)
The Sun it covers things so very well
Give him a nickname 'cause he took some coke
Expand the front page of his private hell
With every drunken word he ever spoke.
So he made a mistake and he's a fool,
Spouting off opinions to himself
Diligence seems to be the only rule,
That he might just have left upon the shelf.
Well done for all the things that you've 'obtained'
And well done for the justice you impose,
What would have been the point if you'd refrained
And not made sure that everybody knows.
I guess in life we all make our mistakes,
And sometimes we're deceived by little snakes.
Give him a nickname 'cause he took some coke
Expand the front page of his private hell
With every drunken word he ever spoke.
So he made a mistake and he's a fool,
Spouting off opinions to himself
Diligence seems to be the only rule,
That he might just have left upon the shelf.
Well done for all the things that you've 'obtained'
And well done for the justice you impose,
What would have been the point if you'd refrained
And not made sure that everybody knows.
I guess in life we all make our mistakes,
And sometimes we're deceived by little snakes.
394 (26.07.2015)
Down through the woods and off towards the stream
We passed the afternoon out in the rain,
The light at times was like inside a dream
I tried to achieve mindfulness in vain.
Although I managed to appreciate,
The fact that I was with the middlies,
Alone with them to try and concentrate
On 'Now' and set my rushing mind at ease.
It worked I think, a tiny bit at least,
I got a little cold and pretty wet,
And then we drove home to our pizza feast
And all the things I'd managed to forget.
We ate our dinner while Frome won The Tour,
And then to bed like so often before.
We passed the afternoon out in the rain,
The light at times was like inside a dream
I tried to achieve mindfulness in vain.
Although I managed to appreciate,
The fact that I was with the middlies,
Alone with them to try and concentrate
On 'Now' and set my rushing mind at ease.
It worked I think, a tiny bit at least,
I got a little cold and pretty wet,
And then we drove home to our pizza feast
And all the things I'd managed to forget.
We ate our dinner while Frome won The Tour,
And then to bed like so often before.
393 (26.07.2015)
Don't look too far forward it's a mistake,
For everybody knows what's finally there.
But still all the decisions that we make
Should show that we reflect and take due care.
And yet, perhaps, that isn't really true
Have people ever come back from the dead?
I heard that someone did and that they knew
There was no God but only black instead,
But someone else said that they saw a light,
And someone else said they'd flown round the room.
But Buddhist monks say it will be alright
And that's enough to get me through the gloom.
So I'll make my decisions warily
And try to live my life responsibly.
For everybody knows what's finally there.
But still all the decisions that we make
Should show that we reflect and take due care.
And yet, perhaps, that isn't really true
Have people ever come back from the dead?
I heard that someone did and that they knew
There was no God but only black instead,
But someone else said that they saw a light,
And someone else said they'd flown round the room.
But Buddhist monks say it will be alright
And that's enough to get me through the gloom.
So I'll make my decisions warily
And try to live my life responsibly.
392 (25.07.2015)
I know it's these that mark my sense of time
I sit each day and watch the things unfold
I get up on my little hill and climb
And push and watch as sonnets get unrolled.
So close now to a year is gone for good,
And all that I have left are memories
And all these little lines that have withstood
The waves of time that brought me to my knees.
So I look back on these and I feel calmed,
But when I look ahead I'm filled with dread,
I wish that I could not feel so alarmed
Yet wonder at which number I'll be dead.
I'm not complaining but we're in a line,
You think your days are numbered? Look at mine.
I sit each day and watch the things unfold
I get up on my little hill and climb
And push and watch as sonnets get unrolled.
So close now to a year is gone for good,
And all that I have left are memories
And all these little lines that have withstood
The waves of time that brought me to my knees.
So I look back on these and I feel calmed,
But when I look ahead I'm filled with dread,
I wish that I could not feel so alarmed
Yet wonder at which number I'll be dead.
I'm not complaining but we're in a line,
You think your days are numbered? Look at mine.
392 (24.07.2015)
The rain's so loud that I can't hear a sound
I've closed my eyes to listen for a while
The way it whispers when it hits the ground
The way the tree's drips follow with a smile.
A constant hissing out upon the grass
As though at last the lawn had found a voice,
The sound of rain, like bits of broken glass
Whispering to my deepest soul... "Rejoice."
The weather's been so good all summer long,
And now it's celebrating with some rain,
To prove that nature's very rarely wrong
Only interpretations are profane.
So we're out in the storm and not in bed,
Since we can't get the rabbits in the shed.
I've closed my eyes to listen for a while
The way it whispers when it hits the ground
The way the tree's drips follow with a smile.
A constant hissing out upon the grass
As though at last the lawn had found a voice,
The sound of rain, like bits of broken glass
Whispering to my deepest soul... "Rejoice."
The weather's been so good all summer long,
And now it's celebrating with some rain,
To prove that nature's very rarely wrong
Only interpretations are profane.
So we're out in the storm and not in bed,
Since we can't get the rabbits in the shed.
391 (23.07.2015)
I have some bile can I pour it out here?
Better not I guess, better keep it in.
Anger is powerful when it's so near
I feel like my whole self is caving in.
Run around, run around, run around run
Forced to do everything but what I need
Just keep some perspective, living is fun,
Nothing's too easy that's bound to succeed.
Fall down, just fall down, fall down and then flow,
Into the space of what's real and a dream
Forget what is done just let it all go,
We aren't really here, we aren't what we seem.
Anger is fleeting, or is that a lie?
Love is forever but rage will pass by.
Better not I guess, better keep it in.
Anger is powerful when it's so near
I feel like my whole self is caving in.
Run around, run around, run around run
Forced to do everything but what I need
Just keep some perspective, living is fun,
Nothing's too easy that's bound to succeed.
Fall down, just fall down, fall down and then flow,
Into the space of what's real and a dream
Forget what is done just let it all go,
We aren't really here, we aren't what we seem.
Anger is fleeting, or is that a lie?
Love is forever but rage will pass by.
390 (22.07.2015)
Another busy day is laid to rest
All that remains is to go out and play
Another step upon my little quest
Another step towards a brighter day.
But now I sit and write this just for you,
It's little things in life that make it great,
If only there was something I could do
To fill the world with love instead of hate.
The boys are in their bunkbed nearly gone,
They've had a long day out and now they're tired,
They need a good night's sleep to rest upon
Since all their energy has now expired.
Another busy day and then the night,
Sweeps all of us away till morning light.
All that remains is to go out and play
Another step upon my little quest
Another step towards a brighter day.
But now I sit and write this just for you,
It's little things in life that make it great,
If only there was something I could do
To fill the world with love instead of hate.
The boys are in their bunkbed nearly gone,
They've had a long day out and now they're tired,
They need a good night's sleep to rest upon
Since all their energy has now expired.
Another busy day and then the night,
Sweeps all of us away till morning light.
389 (21.07.2015)
The wind it blows the tops of evening's trees,
The sun plays through the light and dark of day,
Should all mankind not get down on its knees
And bow to nature's glorious, subtle way?
There are so many questions left to know,
And still so much that we wish to believe
So many signposts telling where to go
And yet belief is so hard to achieve.
If we could clear our minds of all the noise,
We might then learn to see with different eyes.
If we remembered what the soul enjoys
Then surely we would never compromise.
I wish that I could lose my mobile phone,
So I'd know what it's like to be alone.
The sun plays through the light and dark of day,
Should all mankind not get down on its knees
And bow to nature's glorious, subtle way?
There are so many questions left to know,
And still so much that we wish to believe
So many signposts telling where to go
And yet belief is so hard to achieve.
If we could clear our minds of all the noise,
We might then learn to see with different eyes.
If we remembered what the soul enjoys
Then surely we would never compromise.
I wish that I could lose my mobile phone,
So I'd know what it's like to be alone.
388 (20.07.2015)
The child is over tired and in tears
The parents act the way they should with love
The poor boy's only been on earth some years
His sorrow now would shame a mourning dove.
It's hard to be a parent at these times
You have to try and understand and give
A tired child can often commit crimes,
But being human's learning to forgive.
I'm asking Brodie please to go to bed,
He's an eight-year-old exploring how to choose
He wants me to be angry but instead
I let him know I love him and refuse.
He yawns a bit, I tell him it's alright,
I lift him into bed and say "Good night."
The parents act the way they should with love
The poor boy's only been on earth some years
His sorrow now would shame a mourning dove.
It's hard to be a parent at these times
You have to try and understand and give
A tired child can often commit crimes,
But being human's learning to forgive.
I'm asking Brodie please to go to bed,
He's an eight-year-old exploring how to choose
He wants me to be angry but instead
I let him know I love him and refuse.
He yawns a bit, I tell him it's alright,
I lift him into bed and say "Good night."
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