Perfection
It's not what I set out to be. Perfection simply isn't me. Falling down and slipping up takes my time and fills my cup.
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Music unaccompanied, sung a capella, only a microphone to set them free, Nat King Cole; Tony Bennett & Billie Holiday.
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nearly perfection.
electric emotions. sonic dreams, ersatz journeys on plastic streams
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Did you know where children sing you can grow a pair of wings?
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hiss of a burning log. drumming heat pipes. my snoring dog. silent street fights.
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Voices sung with synthesized vibes, vocals lost in these current times, once accompanied bands in high tones, musicians played with sheer talent shown.
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Perfection eludes us; sing anyway.
electronic music tweaking our hearing with inhuman input
blow through a bone pound on a rock with a log as chimpanzees dance
somewhere between these following Brahms and Beatles we made other sounds
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Perfection eludes us; sing anyway.
Trees laden with lush green leaves Japanese maples of red Hydrangeas bursting with colorful blooms While daisies nod their heads
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More sounds I love, deep bellied laughter, music of childrens giggles & chatter, wind whistling through trees, chirping crickets & crashing waves of the seas.
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Night Halo set aglow, surrounds the moonlight sphere, appearing still, far yet near full moon reflecting light so clear.
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RE: Perfection .
This bathing world in perfect light, illuminates light rays of heavens bliss, streaming beams of white brightly, gently through full moons brilliant kiss.
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Perfection .
The perfect moon arose last night and bathed the world in perfect light, turning grass and leaves to gray till chased by golden glare of day.
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Other sounds are often best, springtime birdsong, winter silence, hidden footsteps, soft night breath.
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Splendor in the rustling trees, swiftness of a rushing breeze, buzzing of the bumble-bees, natures musical melodies.
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torn leaves sailed to the ground, blanketing the earth below, swept in the winds shallow air, as the moon hung a bright white currents glare.
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perfect percussion
How I loved those castanets, percussion in the palms, to aid the whisp'ring waves as they sing their seaside psalms.
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good sounds
Bubbling down the hall and bursting through the door, bouncing off the windows - the children laugh. Encore!
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In other sounds, I do love laughter, chimes of windsong, within a gentle breeze, quietness as night is brought to an ease.
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Listen to the singing birds waking up the day reminding us lifes absurd if we forget to play
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soft moonlight on a torn palm leaf makes it feel alright to be worn with grief
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Soft clattering palms sway, fluttering in the breeze, flapping rhythms, calmly played with percussive ease.
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Leaves clapping and shredded , dancing wild on palms , turn stress deeply embedded, into a mild calm.
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Soft wind swept island sounds, native rhythm to the tropic sea, let the dance abound, tempest waves rush out, setting stress free.
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I listen to what the spirits are saying when I hear the children playing, " Give us no more of your whatfor jive and find what makes you come alive!"
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