Zones Mahler in his Lake House Weeping and Zone Despair, Mahler Wept As Manhattan Stood Cold, Vulgar


 

 

https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/zone-despair-mahler-wept-as

Against the Orange Beast


the writing may be a bit out of order, fixing it after SoundCloud did their reversal thing did not really fix it all, my fault but it’s been a long day, me say “ugh!”
:14:

 

First, I quit smoking not a drag since 12 years ago, i just like the photo cause it reminds me of photos of French resistence and that sort of thing. See, there was the largest mass murder last night in American history. I blame it in part on the Orange Beast and his form of fascist, stalinist, little queenie hitler style hatred for all that is not “normal”. I hate normalcy. But I was born and did pursue al life as a servant a long time ago in food, poery, music, literature, hence I am a sesrvant. I am OK with that. Since I read and remember history, and what I read I was reminded of how the littel weanie leaders like the tiny hands of the Orange Beast or Kim Jong Un Batshit Crazy always go after Art. They demand what Art is acceptable and what is not. I like the stuff little queenie hitler and proably tiny hands Orange Beast dislike. So, here is the serious part, in honor of those murdered and in warning to what hate speech does, the impact it has on the insane.part four…..So, this two piano and strings concerto is atonal, tonal and drone filed down to about 8 to 10 minutes. It has its own particular merit as a dadaist work, but it is also to remind us that the Orange Beast, drunken Alaska lady, stalin, hitler and mussolini each had an impact on the insane and innocent, good people were slaughtered. When you lose respect for life and worship the works of Mammon as property then we are in trouble. Stand up and fight. Whether you compose music, write essays, talk shows, regular discussions, anything. Stand up to hate. Look hate in the eye and tell them you LOVE them and wish them the best of mental health they can afford. I know that I would have been axed right away in the Weirmach whatever as a decadent artist.
Posted 12 minutes ago12 minutes You say at 0:14:

….I composed, played and arranged this piece in honor to the avant gade, surrealist, dadaist movement in Europe at the time when tiny hand hitler, not tiny hands Drump, but I am sure he would find this piece horrific as would his whore wife
Posted 14 minutes ago14 minutes You say at 0:14:

… Especially bi polar schizophrenia types who can change faces and minds in an instant and it is the most frightening thing I have ever experienced. I was less that 10 yards from a black bear in Rocky Crag National Forest Idaho wilderness, just me and a black bear. It stood up. I stood still holding the same smile and fly rod as when he saw me. I did not move. So I’ve been scared before.
Posted 16 minutes ago16 minutes You say at 0:14:part five…so get out your intelligence. Be intelligent. Inspire justice. Let the insane know that they are seeking to destroy not create. FORCE the legisalature to work more than 124 days a year, and that they cannot five themselves raises or insurance benefits without the judgement of the people. Too many are being killed because these idiots in office fail to realize that words are oraganic, words have a life, words are tools of the dark angels and the darkness is upon us all. Fight with your mind. Fight with your Art. Do not wait to be harmed. Be alarmed and take tai chi or some form of martial arts. do not be a target. When people lose respect for life and worship buildings and walls over compassion and humanity then you know you have the very very wrong people running for office. Be the fly on the ass of Ionia. Run them out of America. We have no place for the Orange Beast. We have no place for fascists and stalinists. Be free. Act Free. Live Free.
Posted 7 minutes ago7 minutes You say at 0:14:

Song Under The Cross (an eternal love song)


Song Under the Cross
(an epic solo vocal song about eternal love and the wait for when she arrives again, and again into the time when we just turn to dust and mulberry bushes.)

This is a classical country blues, lonesome blues song from the dead. One of love eternal. A meeting where three crosses stood on Wolfskin Road. I’ve written a few poems about this area as I found it supernatural in many ways, and not just for the visionary force that was there, yes family/friends who love to say I am crazy take this and place it in a nice evidence he’s nuts file, but I had a love and she and I would sit out here and gaze into the night, listen to the fields as living and moving, you know, wind and crickets, mockingbirds singing back and forth, a night music, we loved this spot and I felt it as holy and as of love. So here it is, an acapella blues where till the end of time she and I will be here but as things like ash and clay, mulberry thickets, whatever it is that becomes of the earth our spirit lives on in this space. A fantasy. A love song. A blues. An Irish or Norwegian saga of a man who has one love and lives to be with her for all time. Love. A good thing. I never imagined singing an unaccompanied blues. But something about it fits. It would be a magnificent song in the right set of lungs, with a group of people who loved art and artists. Used to have that, now I just go it alone hoping somehow it is heard and touches a soft spot in a persons life, brings back a gentle memory, reminds us of life when you would not be arrested for siting under a cross praying and gazing out at the night. I was not arrested by the way, I just imagine in fascist or Stalinist death countries I would be killed for being a romantic.

I can only hope someone happens upon this and may like to hear the warmth of a world that is now a slaughterhouse of madness and fools brought to fever fears by our own little wiemarch and Stalinist mini groups designed to lure out romantics, writers, musicians, painters, Jews, homosexuals, anything that was not their little queen hitler with his tiny hands or macho stalin putin with their own self loathing lying in wait to explode. I would tag. I am no longer allowed to tag. My posts are under constant FB review and they seem to think me inhuman. I guess I should be less creative, or maybe have fewer enemies, I really don’t know. All I want to do is share Art and have someone, anyone, somewhere to discuss it with me. Since tagging has become verboten or just a hassle i peoples lives I am just putting this out there hoping someone will hear it want to talk about country blues. Why is tagging someone a bad thing? Most people, especially the ones who clog up the FB start page the most, have all tags dropped in the unwanted toys box anyway, I know half the people I tag just dump it or have them blocked anyway and are proud of blocking friends from communicating. Ugh! Stupid 21st century kill any opportunities for good conversations and sharing of songs, art, poems etc. I have even become afraid of my faith. What is left when the idea of a salon is wiped from the earth? We now have had the largest mass murder in history for our young nation. The Orange Demon is real. His apes are now running free. I hope someone digs this song and lets me know if it’s cool or garbage, oh wait, too many love to say garbage and bad things, just only if you like it and have something similar or something.

This is a classical country blues, lonesome blues song from the dead. One of love eternal. A meeting where three crosses stood on Wolfskin Road. I’ve written a few poems about this area as I found it
soundcloud.com|By h-lamar-thomas
LikeShow more reactions

Comment

Comments
H Lamar Thomas
Write a comment…

 

if you like this please share!

Forbidden Song


https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/forbidden-song
Felt like writing and arranging a little happy piece that moves in and out of tonality and atonality, which would have me dead in 20th century fascism and Stalinism.

Poetry, Music, Food and Philosophy of Religion


ry, music, food, and philosophy


Orchestral Song for Larry HIck’s Birthday, blocked but still I wanted to write a piece that would touch his soul on this day


https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/for-larry-hicks-5-30-16?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=wtshare&utm_medium=Facebook&utm_content=https%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fh-lamar-thomas%2Ffor-larry-hicks-5-30-16

proletaria

politics philosophy phenomena

Poems for Warriors

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3

LUNA

Pen to paper

Kent Wayne

Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.

Eclipsed Words

Aspire To Inspire

susansflowers

garden ponderings

RhYmOpeDia

Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart

hotfox63

IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC - Tennessee Williams

Lordess

Welcome to my world.

Discobar Bizar

Welkom op de blog van Discobar Bizar. Druk gerust wat op de andere knoppen ook, of lees het aangrijpende verhaal van Harry nu je hier bent. Welcome to the Discobar Bizar blog, feel free to push some of the other buttons, or to read the gripping story of Harry whilst you are here!

the poet's billow

a resource for moving poetry

MY TROUBLED MIND

confessions are self-serving

D.H. Glass

Author. Poet.

Sketches from Berlin (& Parts Beyond)

Poetry, Fiction, Essays & Art by M.P. Powers

proletaria

politics philosophy phenomena

Poems for Warriors

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3

LUNA

Pen to paper

Kent Wayne

Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.

Eclipsed Words

Aspire To Inspire

susansflowers

garden ponderings

RhYmOpeDia

Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart

hotfox63

IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC - Tennessee Williams

Lordess

Welcome to my world.

Discobar Bizar

Welkom op de blog van Discobar Bizar. Druk gerust wat op de andere knoppen ook, of lees het aangrijpende verhaal van Harry nu je hier bent. Welcome to the Discobar Bizar blog, feel free to push some of the other buttons, or to read the gripping story of Harry whilst you are here!

the poet's billow

a resource for moving poetry

MY TROUBLED MIND

confessions are self-serving

D.H. Glass

Author. Poet.

Sketches from Berlin (& Parts Beyond)

Poetry, Fiction, Essays & Art by M.P. Powers

proletaria

politics philosophy phenomena

Poems for Warriors

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3

LUNA

Pen to paper

Kent Wayne

Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.

Eclipsed Words

Aspire To Inspire

susansflowers

garden ponderings

RhYmOpeDia

Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart

hotfox63

IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC - Tennessee Williams

Lordess

Welcome to my world.

Discobar Bizar

Welkom op de blog van Discobar Bizar. Druk gerust wat op de andere knoppen ook, of lees het aangrijpende verhaal van Harry nu je hier bent. Welcome to the Discobar Bizar blog, feel free to push some of the other buttons, or to read the gripping story of Harry whilst you are here!

the poet's billow

a resource for moving poetry

MY TROUBLED MIND

confessions are self-serving

D.H. Glass

Author. Poet.

Sketches from Berlin (& Parts Beyond)

Poetry, Fiction, Essays & Art by M.P. Powers