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Music…a short story.

Antique, Box, Collectible, Electronic

did you know
that all music
originated from a jukebox
in the sky
the basics
were played to the masses
who then falsely believed
that they came up with
with the sounds themselves
music wasn’t a gift
it was something to keep our species
to calm us
help us navigate
through the mess
we were dropped into
it was simply added
to see what we would do
with it
like all experiments
or some thing
is writing down
their findings


Picture:  Pixabay


Queen in neon…a poem

Free Red Neon Sign Inside a Club  Stock Photo

if this is the real life
it’s often a nightmare
if this is just fantasy
it’s a twisted
and dark one
I think Galileo
would agree



Post:  Igor Sanches

Sign of the times…

Free Hanging Message Board  Stock Photo

Photo:  Lorraine Steriopol

Always let your voice be HEARD!

girl playing guitar near wall

Photo:  Felix Koutchinski

New Song for the Times…

woman playing guitar painting

we need new songs
about a country that went
completely wrong
and condemned women
to poverty
misery and death
all at the hands
of terrified
power hungry men



Photo: Birmingham Museum Trust

The answer to what, exactly? Be specific.

Photo:  Kiryl

Our National Anthem is all about WAR, bombs, rockets, blood, foe, terror…it’s what we are. We didn’t HAVE to have a song about war, conquering and death. We chose to have it. Death and war is celebrated here. Read it.

The Star-Spangled Banner

O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner – O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto – “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

From:  The Smithsonian

Imagine…a new version ( I have done everything to get spaces between the verses but it won’t work and, of course, I have no idea why. I’m sorry it’s all running together. That’s not the way I wrote it.)

 Imagine there are people
calling out for help
 and no one really listening
 help yourself
Imagine all the dying
as they fight alone
uh uh uh uh
Imagine people fleeing
leaving bombed out homes
others hide in subways
children scared and cold
Imagine the world watching
 as they cry and moan
uh uh uh uh
Imagine help not coming
heroes cut down in the streets
as governments sit watching
writing sanctions on a sheet
Imagine all the suffering
while nations drag their feet
uh uh uh uh
Imagine greed and hunger
rich men out of touch
busy buying oil
everything’s hush hush
imagine people suffering
while yachts float in the sun
uh uh uh uh
Imagine all the weapons
all the hate and such
no one helping others
the rich won’t call his bluff
Imagine all the people
becoming extinct as one
uh uh uh uh
Imagine a new world
one where there is peace
I bet you cannot do it
that dream is out of reach
imagine all the people
living just for war
uh uh uh uhhhhh

It’s the end of the world as we know it…

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