https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/sets/ghost-music-and-symphonies
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What I've always wanted
Poetry From the Heart!
Layers Of Life
Thirty Years of Wonder
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
poetry infused with art
Blogging away with random thoughts in form of poetry, stories and more...
The Boy Who Cries Wolf
Sharing writing tips, information, and advice.
Memoir, poetry, & writing theory
The scars of my soul bled through words in the form of poetry.
Blog magazine for lovers of health, food, books, music, humour and life in general
Be You.....
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Welcome to the world of cats!
#Poem #Poetry #Poet
poetry, fiction, nature, culture, compassion, love
Education, Leadership, Life, and Transformation
This is absolutely one of if not the best cycle of songs I have written. I felt as if I were playing myself into the grave at times as it was this uncontrollable need to play. I would get up from my desk and I could feel the piano pulling me back in for just a little more and five hours later I would look up and thank God I was born an artist, that I take back all my self loathing and bathing in guilt for things beyond my control. But who gives a flying frak I’m just another click and beep in this endlessly flowing and ebbing sea of self preservation. A time will come and I cannot afford even to store my works here, and by then I will be forgotten on the wind, not even a name, just a cloud of ether floating towards the rings of Neptune.
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It just gets better.
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The set of music I have titled Ghost Music refers to ways in which the music appeared to me or was created. Hard to explain other than I heard it in my mind, played it, then edited and engineered so that it was as close as possible to the moment of the music itself.
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