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the Harmony of Spheres
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the Harmony of Spheres |
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Joie de Vivre Junior Member
since 2001-09-29
Posts 21USA |
Alas, the story begins and so . . . in the beginning there were the Heavens and the Planets and the Moons and many, many Gods wise and true But . . . as with any great Fiction something held itself to be stranger than the Universe could conjure a Harmony in progression the Worlds would invent and reinvent a new name for themselves: precisely placed Center courageous and yellow to lead the Disko of sorts a Glitter ball broken by the fractions of eon pale into the night Merciless and still Merciful another little ball quick in poisionous song first in line last to bring the message of Heaven to wandering percussion a derelict Aphrodite sits upon a jambouri hotter than her Lover and so ill at ease what more can Heaven do to bring her to her knees but Play those whispering chords o blah de Land and Sea as opposed to the Sky divine as a Diva to sing in solitude a nickel-plated Magnetism so rare and yet so unversed o blah da the planet Red in War-time melody confuses a nation of silence vibrating to bid those Drums thumping of the Dead sea and yet rock Star larger than Life itself descends upon a Kingdom plays faster louder harder as a yellow disk of Storm raging from the deaf the radius of Gyration appears wrapped in silver hoops a Seductress swings in saturation and dust from her green high heels dancing for her Daddy in uninhibited revelry just like the Gods used to do oh, and what of Daddy his place in this tune so slow in his melancholy he sings the Blues with a jazzy Razzle Dazzle oh Daddy Do play it again so naturally the Waves reach so far from the stage just Screaming to be heard a catalyst of the Sea and a ******* Son stealing the Love of truth and destiny encore one more please dragging the scent of Hell itself a new Revelation slowly waits in the backrow backseat for the one moment no Shadows can be seen far too little to be heard not screaming just waiting as the opposite end of the Center begins her own verse and so . . . a Harmony of the Spheres with each playing as a tune of whispers emerge the Universe could not contain the self worth of Distinction so Gods chose among the few remnants of Possibility which revoltion to sync inside leaving many singular orbs humming for Greatness to spin their tale inventing and reinventing the same Tune until the Pleasure ends |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
Not sure that I understand all you are saying here but it is interesting..and kept my interest. Welcome to Passions.. will be looking for more of your poetry. |
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Joie de Vivre Junior Member
since 2001-09-29
Posts 21USA |
each planet has its own God and its own verse; each sings its own song; but personally, I found a passage about the Harmony of the Spheres on accident, as well as the Radius of Gyration; somewhere, I remembered the two when I decided to write this; and, the Beatles found their way into it as well. it is still in progress, but thank you thank you thank you.  |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
indeed, this is a harmony that has always been. . . and will always be. . . the music of the heavens. . . the beat of the universe. . . well done. . . very deep in thought and in feeling. . .  --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Ah, as your name implies, you have the joy of life and living within your heart, and it flows nicely through this poem. |
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