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Meditation on the planets. As we receive the slow songs emanating from the spiraling vibrations of the planets as Voyager goes further and further hearing whale songs around the rings of Neptune, vibrations of asteroids, gongs banging as comets pass; these things beyond that are not us give more than most may ever understand. So we push against the gates of Gog and Magog, praying the orange beast is conquered before his Emperor worm spreads out against the winter sky.
The waters wash away all that remains. Resolution and awakening. The soul must breath. The spirit lives on.
This is part one of a two part Prayer, always signified by two bars in the song but not always as peaceful but as driven. This is a driven work. Stick with it,the music will deliver. The photo is just irony. Pure irony. I don’t eat meat Love. Peace.
Call it ambient if you will. I’m fine with it. Long, peaceful, an orchestration for the many sunsets I bleed into on the western coast far above and beyond the sprays and honks of San Francisco, before Orange County came to the Sonoma and Mendocino coast and fenced in the glory, before the cartels took over the mountains for manic weed production surrounded by automatic rifles, barbed wire, booby traps and other things of the Reagan War on Drugs. Dumb. Just a dumb thing to do, hand over vision and replace it with knives and BMWs.
All in all, it’s a tone poem.
If you enjoy the sound of various synths, arps, organ and squeeky things then you will have fun.
This is more in I guess you call it a book of songs, Prayer for Peace. This one is carried along by the mellotron with strings. I played this third section after I felt the bar that identifies a Prayer for Peace needed a base, something to carry it along into the spirit, not the heart or mind. So yes, I continue to write music rather than poetry and it is kind of strange. I have never gone this long away from the poem itself by moving the poem into being an instrumental. I hope whoever may hear this finds the intention realized.
Sometimes words are lost, meanings confused and everything becomes twisted out of shape. So, music.
I pray for healing and that the Veil of Mary protect and speed her body and soul to the beauty that is her.
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"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3
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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!
a resource for moving poetry
confessions are self-serving
Author. Poet.
Poetry, Fiction, Essays & Art by M.P. Powers
politics philosophy phenomena
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3
Pen to paper
Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.
Aspire To Inspire
Photography
garden ponderings
Poetry, blogs and more.
Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart
IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC - Tennessee Williams
Welcome to my world.
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!
a resource for moving poetry
confessions are self-serving
Author. Poet.
Poetry, Fiction, Essays & Art by M.P. Powers
politics philosophy phenomena
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3
Pen to paper
Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.
Aspire To Inspire
Photography
garden ponderings
Poetry, blogs and more.
Immature poet imitate...but the mature one steal from the depth of the heart
IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC - Tennessee Williams
Welcome to my world.
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!
a resource for moving poetry
confessions are self-serving
Author. Poet.
Poetry, Fiction, Essays & Art by M.P. Powers
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