Cry of the Indian

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Can I take you on a journey?

we, insignificant specks upon the scorching sands

watch the bald eagle, ascend

the mighty, capturing the wind in his wings

as he soars towards the drifting clouds

listen

the drums resound across softened dunes

and the darkened night is broken

by the burst of peach that breaks the morning light

watch

feathered wild grass against the dusted rocks

dancing with the breath that circles from above

release our animal spirit to the depth of watery caverns

quenching thirsts from waterfalls

as eagles soar

hear them cry

the cry of ancestors

across the plains, who hold dream catchers

in their hand

let the desert winds softly blow

lifting  grains of past to future

as cries grow louder, arms held high

towards the sun

cherishing the earth

and the drum beats slow, rhythmically

the chanting heard, the spirits felt

the world is calm, for some

as the giant eagle soars

 

Native American Indian – Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture your heart.

 

I am sorry for not keeping up with posts and commenting, it’s been a tough week ūüė¶

©jmtacken 16.5.2014

 

 

 

 

 

It’s all in the music (Prose with Music)

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spirit of music, beckons
sounds evoke images, ears absorb
they swirl around your core
then settle, within the depth of you

drops of silken water touch leaves
waterfalls cascade down glassy rocks
rainbows stretch across hills
clouds float along the breeze
waves tumble to the shore
snow slowly melts on the bough

sunset on a slow summers night
branches bow against the breeze
the notes are more than these
go with them, they guide you to
places you have never been

some make you soar
fly on wings ‘cross crystal oceans
or darkness and shadows appear
what you experience, what you hear

listen
as notes heighten senses
music changes you, brings tears
of sadness, or of joy
instruments or words
they can alter the thoughts
you now possess
before you began to play

©jmtacken 17 Feb 2014

and a nudge or two from Brian on this one ~ thank you~ I struggle with passive and active language ..but I’m learning!

Wake me up (Prose – Inspired from the song)

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wake me up when dreams are real
guns laid down
soldiers home
wake me up when sadness walks another road
seeking is found
goals achieved
wake me up when the starving are fed
crops flourish
drought an unknown word
wake me up when bombs don't hit the earth
politicians speak truth
gain is not just monetary
wake me up when the blind can see
ears can hear
voices are heard
wake me up when disease is cured
limbs are able
minds are clear
wake me up when animals are not tortured
caged to fight
or set upon
wake me up when I feel lost
my path unclear
crossroads of life
wake me up when tears of pain fall
from animal or man
cries unheard
wake me up when broken hearts are healed
lovers feel no pain
those we lose remain
wake me up when my hands and mind aren't heavy
thoughts of what's to come
what life will bring
just wake me up ~ when it's all over

 

oh and sorry for the advertising!

©jmtacken Jan 2014

an angel was sent

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I wrote this from a males perspective (for a change).
Andrea Bocelli is one of my favourites.
These are not his words to this song but mine.

Please listen to the music as you read.

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I walked the path of lost and travelled far
.
till I reached the sands
.
and drew your heart shape in the grains
.
etched strong and deep, I found my place in you
.
your love sailed to me on tumbling waves
.
and anchored to my soul
.
you are all I see
.
how your charm has captured me
.
my life, this life that can't be lived
.
without you now, or the days to follow
.
your voice soft
.
floats as music to my ears
.
with smiling lips
.
you have seduced my every atom
.
diamonds draped around porcelain skin hold no sparkle to your eyes
.
flowing dress, frangipani in your hair, an angel sent
.
hold my hand, across the sands, walk with me to the sunset and beyond

mirage

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sunset
before the darkness throws a blanket
that tucks the world to sleep
I search
through desert sands barefoot
and the wind will blow and nothing will remain

heat shimmers – belly dancer
it slows my steps, but not my heart
I have a thirst
only you can quench
and the wind will blow and nothing is the same

you are real, my memories clear
a chance meeting, we are kindred
you asked me to follow
to the ends of the earth
the end of the sand
and the wind will blow and I am near

oh moon be patient; let the sun breathe
its final breath, visions of you haunt
I feel you in my heart
but my touch is out of reach
mirage
oasis
and the wind blows… leaving me thirsty

beauty

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Please hit play as you read

 

I love

bare feet walking on wet sand

lying on softened grass

covering myself in blankets

staring into an open fire

telling you I love you

AND
listening to a symphony of insects

morning mist latching onto trees

walking without a destination

dancing in the summer rain

watching lovers holding hands

AND
hot showers on a wintry day

scented candles burning in the night

the softness of the strings

the lilt of the ivories

close your eyes and listen

AND
music filling my body

cradling a new born baby in my arms

listening to thunderstorms

watching the sun as it rises

the taste of a beautiful wine

AND
walking through a forest

incense burning

staring into rock pools

hugging my parents

being with my daughters

 

holding onto treasured memories

my head has it’s own heart beat

Songs & Moods – Mumsy’s thoughts

Lately I have been writing poetry/prose/flash fiction.

Tonight I find myself in a general thought writing mood.

I should place the warning sign – Enter at own Risk, because this could bore the pants off you.

Whilst driving home from work tonight, I was listening to a radio station that I had not listened to before. ¬†They advertise ¬†‘The Best Songs of all Time.’ Whether their statement is based on fact or not, would depend on the demographic of listeners and what type of music they enjoy listening too (I am older therefore I enjoyed).

I listened to Elvis, Herman & The Hermits, John Denver, Dionne Warwick, The Righteous Bros and many more. As I drove, I sang along to them – all of them. Words came out from the deep recesses of my grey cells, lyrics, from when I was younger, in my teens, my 20’s, my 30’s, my 40’s. (I won’t go on with the age as I am scaring myself).

I enjoy many songs that are currently playing on the radio, ¬†in fact I really like Robin Thicke and Blurred Lines – if it comes on at work (yes I am lucky enough to have a radio in my office) I can’t help but wiggle in my chair. Just quietly, it certainly does not hurt that Mr Thicke is one mighty fine lookin’ young man (well I think he is at any rate). ¬†In saying that, shall I remember the lyrics to this song in 20+ years, the answer is no. I shall hopefully though still be able to remember how Mr. Thicke looks, but that’s about it. I also love Just Give me a Reason by Pink (I pretty much love all her songs). I love music, I love writing whilst listening to music. I love dancing to music (back in the days when the stomp was fashionable) ok and after that..

Which got me thinking some more – we all know music has the ability to affect our moods.

Sad songs will bring us to tears, remind of us of broken hearts, of people we have lost, be it friends or those who have left the earth coil.

Happy songs will get us bouncing  & dancing round the floor to the point of losing our knickers.

Pretty songs about love or seasons will bring a smile, a gentle sigh and feeling of warm and fuzziness.

Angry songs…well they just make me angry so I guess they are having the affect they wanted.

I’m sorry but I can’t listen to head-banging-mosh-pitting-devil worshipping-nothingness. (Iron Maiden and the like) who you say? If it isn’t harmonious, it’s not a song in my books.

1. It gives me a headache and

2. Is it really music?

Songs that take me back, allowing me to remember certain times in my life are what stay with me. The lyrics remaining in my (sometimes can’t even think of what I did yesterday) brain is something that astounds me.

I have heard so many over my years, as I am sure people in my age bracket have and it’s comforting when ‘old friends’ return, so that I can sing along with them once again.

Music and its affect on us is far ranging, will certain music cheer us if we are sad, or turn us into blubbering messes if we started off happy? If we are not in the right ‘place’ to listen, will it not affect us at all?

I could write a few pages on the different songs that I like, why I like them, how they make me feel.

In my youth I listened to Cream, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Small Faces, Beatles, Deep Purple, now I like R & B, some country, Andre Bocelli, Celtic singers and yes the ‘Golden Oldies’. My taste is still varied, I will listening to almost anything (apart from the head banging nonsense).

Below is one of the tunes (oh how old does that sound) that I heard on my drive home and it brought to mind friends, friends who are having it tough of late, friends whose lives have been thrown a curve ball. Yes, I sang along to Dionne and I got misty eyed.

This song makes you sigh and makes you a little melancholy, it’s not a losing your knickers type song. I do believe Elton has hair?

If you like, perhaps you would like to listen to the one that got me misty. … to my friend..this is for you.

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Are there any songs special to you, who did you listen to when you were younger? Your thoughts..talk to me.

Love

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You are my adrenalin
heart races 
my everything
holding hands
kissing lips
cuddles in the dark
breathing is easier
when you are around

are words enough
to tell you
looking into blue eyes
love that radiates
I warm from the inside

a tender touch a loving sigh
knowing we are one
how can I tell you
you are my rock
you have my back
my world’s complete
from the day
you entered it

to listen to each other
to share both kinds of tears
pulling faces to make me laugh
silly dances on the kitchen floor
you are all I wished for
and  really so much more

For my Mr. S

Just being happy

I am sitting here listening to CAT STEVENS…

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my memories float back to open fields and daisy chains
to laughter and love between old friends
to happy times and smiles that brimmed
to carefree days and moon lit nights
to guitars that strummed
plectrum flicking strings
voices pretending we could sing
and skirts held high dancing on soft sand
as water lapped ankles and the moon held grand
to swirling and to soft kisses
in tender age of unknowing
he takes me back to all these things
to all that hides within my heart
to memories of how things use to be
so play a song that reminds you
of how you were how you loved and laughed
rejoiced in the world without a care
and take yourself back
pretend that you
are there

Writing whilst listening to a song from the Moby CD

stones kicked, dusty jeans
worn out boots, jus’ walkin’
watchin’ the sky, the sunset

simple things, beauty in the
illuminated skies
daylight and nightfall

watchin’ the clouds roll over
the sun giving one last
burst before the rain

hands in pockets daydreaming
smelling the rain ’bout to fall
all by myself

thinkin’ would diamonds
give me wealth or the simple
things like a walk deep in thought

breath in the sights
kick the stones don’t
need diamonds

for beauty is up high
and below and all around
kick the stones with dusty boots

heaven all by myself