Inspired by Old Faithful by shadowlea at RedBubble
Once in a dream walking down the road I came across this place .. old worn out ancient dusty .. amazing … no one around so I just walked around and saw the old car and the garage/shop with license plates tacked up on it … it was a dry place and the light was strange …it spooked me a bit especially since it was so quiet ..no sounds … so still … I didn’t stay long and I started back down the road … I never did look back ‘cause I was sure that if I did that place wouldn’t be there!
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Inspired by Old Faithful by shadowlea at RedBubble

Once in a dream walking down the road I came across this place ..
old worn out ancient dusty ..
amazing …
no one around so I just walked around and saw the old car and
the garage/shop with license plates tacked up on it …
it was a dry place and the light was strange …
it spooked me a bit especially since it was so quiet ..
no sounds …
so still …
I didn’t stay long and I started back down the road …
I never did look back ‘cause I was sure that if I did
that place wouldn’t be there!

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I’ve been there …

he’s lost in the wind now ….

but the memories still are there …

Time After Time

by Cyndi Lauper

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion—
is nothing new
Flashback—warm nights—
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after—

sometimes you picture me—
I’m walking too far ahead
you’re calling to me, I can’t hear
what you’ve said—
Then you say—go slow—
I fall behind—
the second hand unwinds

chorus:
if you’re lost you can look—and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you—I’ll be waiting
time after time

after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows—you’re wondering
if I’m OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time—

chorus:
if you’re lost…

you said go slow—
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds—

chorus:
if you’re lost…
…time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

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Also this evening, the moon has risen
drowned in a color red and too vague,
Vesper is not seen, it is blurred,
the tip of the stylus is broken.
What horoscope can be drawn tonight, Wizard?


I Filemazio, chief physician, mathematician, astronomer, perhaps wise
reduced to groping around like a blind man,
I do not have the knowledge or the courage
to do this’ horoscope, by divine response,
will rest here and wait for day return

and I must say, I must say, it may be too old to understand,
I’ve lost my mind in some kind of abuse, or idleness,
But changing the standard stars in the night ‘s equinox.
Or maybe I, maybe I’ve underestimated this new god.
I read it in me and in the signs that something is changing,
but it is a weak omen that does not say how and when …

I left the ‘other night, almost unconsciously,
down to the harbor where you lose Bosphoreion
the land in the sea almost to nothing
and then returns to earth and is no longer the West:
what is that to this sea to be blue or green?

I could hear the singing of drunken obscene,
of people and empty-eyed painted …
racecourse, brothel and Nordic soldiers,
Romans and Greeks shout where you went …
Swearing in and I felt Alamanno Goto …

City absurd, strange city of the emperor married a bitch,
of enormous mobs, mazes and impiety,
of barbarians who might already know the truth,
philosophers and ethereal, suspended between two worlds, between two eras …
Fortuna and age have decided one day soon,
or fate chooses to ask my hand, but …

Byzantium is perhaps unfathomable only a symbol,
secret and ambiguous as this life,
Byzantium is a myth that I was not usual,
Byzantium is a dream that is incomplete,
Byzantium, perhaps never existed
and still do not know and ‘other night is gone,
Lucifer is already risen, and stands up a bit ‘of wind,
it’s cold on the tower or the ‘age of my patient,
confuse life and death and do not know who has gone …
I cover my head with his cloak and no longer feel,
and I fall asleep, I fall asleep, I fall asleep …

Byzantium Constantinople Istanbul: gateway to the Orient, sea, light, wind, rain, gulls fill the sky full of stars, Europe, Asia, clouds chasing each other and intertwine, slender minarets, turquoise tiles, shrill muezzin at dawn, mysteries, magic, chaos and desire to return ..

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don’t sneeze! …. amazing isn’t he (big smile)

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thebullypulpit:

Tu mila bhi hai tu juda bhi hai

You are merged, You are also apart


Tera kya kahna

You defy description!


Tu sanam bhi hai tu khuda bhi hai

You are the idol. You are also God


Tera kya kahna

You defy description!


Ith naheen te kith naheen

if not right here, then nowhere


Ith naheen te kith naheen

if not right here, then nowhere


Eeho kaun pya bolainda

who is this who is speaking


Ith naheen te kith naheen

if not right here, then nowhere


Kanjari waali soorat ban ke

assuming the appearance of a dancing girl


Sachal naam saenda

“Sachal, the Truthful’ is he proclaimed as

he is proclaimed as “(Sachal) the Truthful’


Ith naheen to kith naheen

if not right here, then nowhere


- Sachal Sarmast

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An absolutely incredible short film by Mickey Smith and Allan Wilson

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oh my so many memories … such good times (smile)

but then again it also speaks of when it all ended …

sad but wonderful at the same time ….

my favorite version of this on .. go cyndi!

but I still love joni singing it (smile)

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Inspired by Don’t Speak ….

the old man rubbed his eyes … he was not asleep .. he knew that .. but there up there in the light .. yes the tree it had a face … and why not said the tree … the old man rubbed his eyes again and shook his head as if to ward off the voice he had heard … again the tree spoke … I am older than the oldest of men … i have seen more that could be told in your lifetime …. come listen … but the man not believing his eyes or his ears ran from the tree and out of the woods … the tree only sighed .. there is time and there will be others he said aloud to the birds as they perched on his branches … don’t speak the birds replied for no man will allow himself to believe and listen … the old tree only shrugged and the birds flew off into the sky …

- owlspook, 2010

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Don't Speak by Antanas, RedBubble artist

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this one’s for you Antanas .. thank you for sharing your work, Don’t Speak, that inspired this little story …

it’s the 11th of May, the sky is cloudy with the ever present chance of rain showers or perhaps in the deep of night the snow will fall again wet and heavy .. it’s the high plains of NE Wyoming and it’s a spring day … chilled a bit I turn up the heat ant turn up the music to suit my mood … Adagio in G Minor by Remo Giazotto .. it’s a minor kind of day … not too down but definitely not up … listen with me … quite mellow .. just right for a minor kind of day (smile)

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Inspired by “Yampaper 49”

each is but a little ship in the vast mechanical sea … movement in unison .. no other way … predetermined … tied into … a part of … a cog … nothing new to be learned here .. move on …

and a voice in the background screams NO!

… but the machine hears not … one cog out of so many does not matter .. remove, discard, replace … the machine moves on … and the voice is smothered by the relentless movement of the little ships in the vast mechanical sea … 

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- owlspook, May 2011

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Yampaper 49 by Yampimon at RedBubble

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This one’s for you Yampimon! (big smile) …… thank you for sharing your work that inspired this little mini-story

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Yampimon suggested Mars from the Planets Suite by Holst but it sounded too human IMHO … at first I couldn’t think of a replacement but then I couldn’t help but hearing “Pink Floyd’s  Welcome to the Machine" .. oh not the words .. not what they meant but the music it self .. always the feeling of movement in unison .. relentless … so I though I’d include a YouTube video of it however and sorry I couldn’t find one that I really liked (sigh) … but those of you who know PF know how it sounds (big smile) … enjoy

The Rainbow Way

beware the rainbow waywill pull and push youtunneling deep into the night of mindwhat is found will be lostthose dark corners hideand a mind’s eye blurs with colorwith firealivebeware the rainbow way- 2011, owlspook, RedBubble artist and poet

The Rainbow Way

beware
the rainbow way
will pull and push you
tunneling deep
into the night of mind
what is found will be lost
those dark corners hide
and a mind’s eye blurs
with color
with fire
alive
beware the rainbow way
- 2011, owlspook, RedBubble artist and poet

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The Last Sunset
don’t go yetcome sit beside meit won’t be longhold my handwe have only this momentthis is the last sunsetthere will be no moretime is running outand the end of allis near…
- owlspook, 2008

listen to “pilu gat" by punchjudy while you view this work either by clicking on the link or by viewing the music video in the previous entry.

The Last Sunset

don’t go yet
come sit beside me
it won’t be long
hold my hand
we have only this moment
this is the last sunset
there will be no more
time is running out
and the end of all
is near…

- owlspook, 2008


listen to “pilu gat" by punchjudy while you view this work either by clicking on the link or by viewing the music video in the previous entry.

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pilu gat

- punchjudy

- a brief gat improvised in rag pilu

- listen to while viewing next entry “The Last Sunset”

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