Songs & Poems
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Mockingbirds, aeroplanes, trains, and rain
Seeing and hearing, next to tasting, have been constants in my life, as far back as I can remember, and these have been prevalent just as much in all that I can no longer remember, be it because it has been forgotten, or because of the mere fact that not everything perceived has found validation…
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“Black Man”
First man to dieFor the flag we now hold high [Crispus Attucks]Was a black manThe ground were we standWith the flag held in our handWas first the red man’sGuide of a shipOn the first Columbus trip [Pedro Alonzo Nino]Was a brown manThe railroads for trainsCame on tracking that was laidBy the yellow manWe pledge allegianceAll…
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“When the music’s over”
When the music’s overWhen the music’s over, yeahTurn out the lightsTurn out the lightsFor the music is your special friendDance on fire as it intendsMusic is your only friendUntil the endUntil the endCancel my subscription to the resurrectionSend my credentials to the house of detentionI got some friends insideThe face in the mirror won’t stopThe…
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“Horse Latitudes”
Happy Birthday, Jim Morrison! —December8 1949 When the still sea conspires an armorAnd her sullen and aborted currentsBreed tiny monstersTrue sailing is deadAwkward instantAnd the first animal is jettisonedLegs furiously pumpingTheir stiff green gallopAnd heads bob upPoiseDelicatePauseConsentIn mute nostril agonyCarefully refinedAnd sealed over Written by Jim Morrison and John Paul Densmore
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Are you experienced?
Not stoned but beautiful (Jimi Hendrix *November 27 1942)
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Happy Birthday, Meredith Monk! 1942
On this day, Meredith Jane Monk came to Manhattan for the very first time.
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The songs that had never been, suddenly are, and existed only once
I know a world I do not knowIt impulses in me melodies I do not knowwhich I gently succumb to and the singing begins—- at homeon the streetin a wagonI sing as if delighting on a classic of yesteryear though the tune and its rhythm have never existed before deliveranceIn Melody and rhythm, it carries…
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As if looking for a short conversation, it came to me
Humans ought to have the ability to fly (to m. m.)
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Love Beholding Hearts do not Break
An eye spots a flowerrecognizes beautyabsorbsheart and mind absorb free of expectations (Why ever expect anything, when the presence of beauty is a gift in itself)One deep lookand all the world is those petalsthe universe that flower Just the sameonce an eye recognizes beauty in a human flowerexpectations arrive deadThe absorption is deepPure joyThe same…
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Music
Music is intrinsicExistentialIt is not funIt is not workIt flows with intentThis is to beTo be musicOr not to breathe Sila Blume / March 2021
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Green Grass on Mud
Still some sweet ones walk my way,still some offer – I must say.Love and kindness run their veins,few but there to care.Still some sweet ones gather ’roundstill some share their ups and downs Some will give you all their hearts,yet, expect no change.Still some sweet ones call you ‘Dear’,still some make hate disappear.Some will ask…
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in a box, in a shell
in a box in a shell with a head and a wonderful substance, making thread I am trying . in a box in a shell close to hell there’s a feeling here given when a life train is ridden in the dark level light there’s more joy — SilaBlume / 1981
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