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Alienpoetry Mixology
Moments in time song
Love music and wealth
In the space that moves in our hearts
in the words that rule them
a fools language called love
sent to quell.
A heart is made in heaven
doused in the lustful flames of hell
In the dawn the morning star
in the night sky the sun
if you chose the right beat
we’d all be one!
but the drumbeat has a silence
and an off beat out of kilter vibe
The scribe is not a musician
but he is at least alive
the changing of the patterns
the flow of electrons
introspection of personality
the tonal chords of brains with clarity
We dance to words without reasons
we give chords bass and beats flow
the movements we know grow into routines
routines that we form and sow
We drift into daydreams
sing of far off lands we yet to visit
and we gather the images we envisage
We look for our dreams
and measure them in gold
and diamonds sold
yet they are our wealth even in cold
wintery days where love is the only language
it maybe a fools language
but that’s all we have
don’t let our innocence be nabbed.
Is anything really new anyway?
Beat box
Sounds the same
dubstep bass sound gains
the themes of songs will they run out
recycled like words of revolution
films and their titles
characters and dance recitals
books and villains
psychosis and chilling vendettas
is anything really new?
colours and musical spectrums
songs on the radio, a selection
the human condition and reality
dragging out themes
daydreams scream
they generate our generations dreams
can we be different
can we be new
can ideas be lost
can they grow inside of you?
DNA
DNA well folded origami in our bodies
Oddly containing characters characteristics and souls
We grasp at a identity
a sequence
sequential given
Maybe DNA is musical notes
and a rhythm
To our heart beat.
Ancestor’s song
These ashes
this dust,
this earth
from where I emerged
this rain
this pain
the blood surges
in my veins
these hands outstretched towards the sky
could be branches of trees
life is better taught when it dances
to music
through bodies through knees
whether we can hear the music or not
we dance to the tunes of our ancestors
their dreams beat in our chests
and bless our minds and souls
sometimes I think their ghosts watch on
or are reincarnated into our songs.
King of nothing part 2
I am the king of nothing
I have the arrow of time
embedded in my chest
a song, a beating that cannot rest
I was a wild child
before life tamed me
I used to fight wars in my head
I still do
but love’s cogs and mechanism
are as lost as I am to you
I live, the universe lives in me
but I am royalty severed
I mind that cannot be tethered
only to her
No gold no frankincense no myrrh
I am man unpicked undone
I stand alone
but I serve her
and her throne.
Awareness
It drips on to unconscious skin
psychosis or lies
I am haunted
Open my eyes
I see your face in memory
I hear your voice
I can’t escape my wakeful mind
It dances in time
with your music.
Ghost FM
The radio booms on speakers
it’s enough to wake the dead
zombies re attach their heads
ghosts clammer for attention.
What’s this dissenting dismal story
breaking from the ordinary
it must be the radio news.
This towns a ghost town and we are out of sight
dead ravens take flight
like they have been reanimated by Edgar Allen Poe
the word nevermore repeated.
Disco lights dance in the dusty ghostly radio station studio
the presenter moves his skeletal hand
and slides the controls to the peak setting.
his voice a long forgotten recording
playing jingles old songs and adverts
for a town where no one is around…