I walk between the arch of trees,
From the fields;
Towards a church long forgotten
After the ground under it gave way
And sit looking out at the graves
Of 18th century aristocrats
Coated in forget-me-nots
And moss and long untended to
Names worn and barely visible
......
I stood silently, silent as a Sunday aurora,
But my heart was speaking like a non-stop dell,
I could see an angel in the hell,
Who is demonic inside.
There was a youngling nigh her,
Who had my childhood face,
So I asked her ‘ are you gonna slay me ?’
And I stepped back a pace.
......
It happened millions of years ago when only a few creatures inhabited earth and all of them lived underwater.
Or most of them. It is entirely possible that a daring worm was lying on the beach, enjoying the hot sun and the cooling breeze coming from the ocean to travel up and over the dunes. There, the air weaved its way through a field of purple plants. They had hollow stems, and when the wind passed, the plants became flutes and created a lovely sound.
That morning - seemingly out of nowhere - that field produced a D flat major 9th chord with an F in the base. It was the very first time the chord was heard on this planet, and the effect must have been breathtaking.
It took an eternity before the chord was played again. But when you hear it today - and it does happen much more frequently now - you will know what it was like on that day behind the dunes. It’s not uncommon for anyone to get a little bit emotional over it, without exactly knowing why.
trigger warning: this poem discusses what may be considered religious issues. these opinions are the writer's own opinions. read at your own discretion.
creatures of the earth
creatures of the sky
creatures from the down under
of humanity’s sty
must we be beautiful
to be worth something?
must we be worth something
......
trigger warning: this poem discusses what may be considered religious issues. these opinions are the writer's own opinions. read at your own discretion.
creatures of the earth
creatures of the sky
creatures from the down under
of humanity’s sty
must we be beautiful
to be worth something?
must we be worth something
......
It happened millions of years ago when only a few creatures inhabited earth and all of them lived underwater.
Or most of them. It is entirely possible that a daring worm was lying on the beach, enjoying the hot sun and the cooling breeze coming from the ocean to travel up and over the dunes. There, the air weaved its way through a field of purple plants. They had hollow stems, and when the wind passed, the plants became flutes and created a lovely sound.
That morning - seemingly out of nowhere - that field produced a D flat major 9th chord with an F in the base. It was the very first time the chord was heard on this planet, and the effect must have been breathtaking.
It took an eternity before the chord was played again. But when you hear it today - and it does happen much more frequently now - you will know what it was like on that day behind the dunes. It’s not uncommon for anyone to get a little bit emotional over it, without exactly knowing why.
I stood silently, silent as a Sunday aurora,
But my heart was speaking like a non-stop dell,
I could see an angel in the hell,
Who is demonic inside.
There was a youngling nigh her,
Who had my childhood face,
So I asked her ‘ are you gonna slay me ?’
And I stepped back a pace.
......
I walk between the arch of trees,
From the fields;
Towards a church long forgotten
After the ground under it gave way
And sit looking out at the graves
Of 18th century aristocrats
Coated in forget-me-nots
And moss and long untended to
Names worn and barely visible
......