Into a starless beyond


Long meditation on the dying of my thoughts in times so very far away so long ago, it’s hard to describe hard to understand so it is just music, a heavily worked out effort a time that almost destroyed me, and in a way I feel it falling back upon me, pushing me outwards from here into a dreadful, mysterious, place where even ghosts ignore, the fear behind a spiritual crisis so strong and ignoble I don’t know how to talk about except in a wordless, placeless, timeless beyond

Protest Discord Melodic Despise Trump Drone


AN AMERICAN NIGHTMARE IN ORANGE AND GREY

This is a protest song. I despise the new president, am ashamed of his inaugural speech and have nothing good at all to say of him. Tell my close friends and family you are worried because this is a discordant and melodic, awful vocals, distorted to squeeks and squawks in some parts and is hateful, just all out spiteful and hateful for the beast in chief. If you know you will dislike it and need to tell me I am an idiot and antiAmerican dumbass, fine, First Amedment allows us this pleasure just be nicer to me than I am towards that family.. I will delete it anyway. That aside, I hope you give it a chance. Hear it as modernist, as protest and for the craft. I worked 12 hours finalizing it. It is not easy to sing as badly as I do. I do not understand why people like him, and when they try to tell me they always turn devilish and mean which speaks volumes more than my paltry work. Peace, Love, Hope.

I wish it used the attached photo when I post to FB or other sources instead of photo of me in heaven with Hong Kong Cuisine.

Symphony #9 Electronica: Planetary Distance and that of Simply A Hug, a Love (3 parts, first is dissonant so be prepared)


It starts out harsh and dissonant, and as each movement swells into presence it becomes more melodic and warm, until the end where it bounces back and forth as if indecisive and confused, which is the nature of human kind, the subject of this work, until it reaches a point of coherence and affection, of love and the need to be felt, to be held and just to hear the words “I Love You”. That is what this symphony in 3 parts is about, is what it is which is why the comparison to planetary distance. It is as if the world today has become a place of dissonance and gossip, of slander, of fear, of the inability to simply hug one another and say “It’s cool” rather than to pursue hate and argument. Just say It’s Cool, and move on to what is the heart and soul of us all, individual and as a people. Love. Love. Love.

Distant Neptune, of why our ethos, our heart, our fever dreams


I was thinking about….as so many things begin…of ethics and necessity. Distant planet one and the song undulating forever in our preconscious not knowing if to play in happiness or to recover the message and sustained artifacts of the struggle over being and decay, of becoming and destruction, of why. Yeah, just ending with “of why.”

Peace Memorial 2016



Farewell to who were so brilliant and inspiring. Goodbye beloved land, our musical heroes, artists, actors and souls of God. A year, a heartbreak all in one; and yet in spite of a nation devoted to hatreds and greatest of stupid moves, there were a few things that rose to the surface and granted peace in what was lost and what was found. Pray for me. Pray for us.

Meditation: Heart Chakra Prayer for Peace, Chaos & Balance


A meditation using singing bowls. As this is a Prayer for Peace for the Heart Chakra, Balance and Chaos at times are in the mix.
This one is more intense, the breathing must push out the bad atmosphere to move the mind and heart able to absorb love/peace as positive from all that surrounds, this is the balance.
Afterwards, allow 5 to 20 minutes of breathing. Sandalwood and aloe wood; and jasmine & amber are best incense for any meditation, really.
I hope the unintentional sound of my movements does not interfere with the essence of the prayer to peace.

Heart and Throat Chakra Singing Bowls West to East Upon Waves of Peace


This is what it is, me learning my way through the singing bowls, cymbals and single note bell moving with tension through Western meditation and into the different stages, kinds of Eastern breath oriented so it sounds a bit heavier towards the end. It is long, just over an hour but I find these prayers are much deeper than any I have felt my way through before. I have one more bowl and a dragon cymbal coming which will complete the scale I work best within. This one is dedicated to a dear friend. So I hope you find peace and don’t get irritated as I find my way through these beautiful sounds, to me at least, as they resonate through the body and the specific Heart and Throat Chakras.

Short Journey Across a Lantern River


Meditations: I heard this (for LK darling)


 

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.

Prayer for Peace-One Sweet Note There Was Conflict No More



The waters wash away all that remains. Resolution and awakening. The soul must breath. The spirit lives on.

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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

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

LUNA

Pen to paper

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Musings and books from a grunty overthinker

Eclipsed Words

Aspire To Inspire

susansflowers

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RhYmOpeDia

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

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IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC - Tennessee Williams

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Welcome to my world.

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D.H. Glass

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