I wrote a poem/song

I wrote a simple little poem for the new year. :)

I could not fully realize
and appreciate the light,
if I hadn’t been burdened
by the darkness of the night.
As I look to the future
With a deep breath and wide eyes,
I cast off into the wind
And like the sun, I will rise.
 
Thanks for sharing that Scarlet, it's beautiful.

</me> blinks a few times.

I like how, from my perspective, it radiates with continuousness (though I can't spell it). In a courageous sort of way. Maybe I can add, unblinkingly to that description.

Much appreciated,

</me> 8)
 
Hi, Cleaning my files today I was about to delete this. It's the demo of the song I wrote about Scarlet's beautiful poem, so I thought that maybe it will be good idea to share it, even in its incomplete current form, some input will be great.
After a year without being able to finish it, now I'm determined to manage somehow to record it properly. here it is with the respective words:

http://soundcloud.com/tykes/scarlet-almost



sun rises, pastel to neon glow

her heart warms in the light, and she lets her love show

in a twirl and a dance with the rays

she gives her love away, surrenders to a dreamy haze



breeze turns from calm to lively wind

she sets her love free, it carries, knowing no end

plays in the soft sun, whispers through the trees

and sings a sweet melody, so her lonely heart can breathe



leaves change from green to crimson-brown

her love follows each one as they glide to the ground.

until the last leaf drops, joining the rest

to make a patchwork of colors, Mother Nature at best



sun sets turning fiery red

she catches a glimpse, before the vibrance is dead

and watches her love as the daylight fades

into a collision of hues, that sets heaven ablaze
 
Why were you doing to delete it, Tykes? It sounds amazing to me! Hmm, maybe there could be a few more notes on the piano added to the end though to make it sound more like an ending, but I'm no musical expert. Thanks for making a song out of my poem and for posting it! :)
 
By mistake actually Scarlet!, I forgot where the original file was the last time I gave maintenance to my lap top, luckily I found it when I was deleting files some days ago, though the separate bits were online anyway.

The good news is that now that I'm more involved with music again, I met some people who has professional recording studios, so hopefully I could record soon! This song would be one of the main projects I'd like to work on the studio along with my version of Prayer of the soul :)

Glad You liked it once again Scarlet, it was inspired entirely by your beautiful poem.
 
Tykes said:
The good news is that now that I'm more involved with music again, I met some people who has professional recording studios, so hopefully I could record soon! This song would be one of the main projects I'd like to work on the studio along with my version of Prayer of the soul :)
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Do keep us updated if you end up recording these in a studio. I'm excited to hear your version of Prayer of the Soul!
 
Here is the link of the thread where you can listen some versions of POTS from some forum members Scarlet, hope you enjoy it1 :)

http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php/topic,15086.0.html
 
Tykes said:
Here is the link of the thread where you can listen some versions of POTS from some forum members Scarlet, hope you enjoy it1 :)

http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php/topic,15086.0.html
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Thanks Tykes! :)
 
Thanks, adeptofthelyricalarts. :)

This is kind of weird, but these two poems were started right upon waking in the morning. I woke up with the first parts of them already in my head:

She Said 6/24/12

She said, tell me what your god's like,
and what it's able to see.
And ask it what I'm doing here,
why this feels like slavery.

Please teach me how more laws can work,
to make us actually free.
And what's the plan with all of this,
the lies and hostility?

When she left there was a moment
that I could actually be.
And in those breaths I told myself
what I could finally see.

And it's what's been coming down,
coming down over me.

(Untitled) 9/2/12

My heart grew fond,
for the world beyond,
the steps to my patio door.
But my knees were weak,
for the dreams I did seek,
made me fall and left me crippled,
once more.

The second poem was in complete response to my imagination/daydreaming. After I wrote it I felt better and read a bit in Toward Awakening by Jean Vaysse:

Fantasy and daydreaming are the opposite of a useful activity of the mind, that is to say, one linked to a well-determined aim. To observe and know them a man has to undertake to struggle against them by restricting himself to tasks which are precise, concrete and clearly defined.

Once he has undertaken this struggle he soon notices that daydreaming is always a useless form of dreaming, understandable at a pinch when it brings pleasant sensations but morbid and self-destructive when it moves to negative and depressing associations of which self-pity is the most usual. A man also notices that the value usually given to imagination is in no way justified, for it is a destructive faculty which he can never control. It carries him away in unforeseeable directions unrelated to his conscious aims. He begins to imagine something for the pleasure of it, then very soon begins to believe, at least partly, in what he is imagining and allows himself to be carried away. This kind of imagination is in no way that creative faculty rightly regarded as of incalculable worth. It is, in fact, pernicious, merely a degenerate caricature of a higher faculty, that of real creative imagination, or conscious prefiguration in conformity with an objective knowledge of data and laws, which ordinary man does not possess. But with fantasies and daydreaming man deludes himself that he possesses this higher faculty. If he observes himself impartially he becomes aware of this illusion and that he is lying to himself, and he understands that in fact daydreams and imagination are among the principal obstacles to self-observing and seeing himself as he is. Nothing is more painful for a man; it is, symbolically, the fall of Icarus, (42).
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Yep, I was totally feeling sorry for myself over thoughts I created that had no truth to them. At least I recognized it and doing the Work helps me to see it. ;)

Edit: typo
 
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