stopped caring that kindest did . it became unpopular . they did more harm than they actually heals. even if the pain exist, it is because of the recrimination from it . like a well – temprered piano , it is perfect in it’s tuning . no one wants radicalization from the past to dictate the thinking of today . nor, to be looked upon as being ungrateful, giving tribute at a certain phase in life as if it’s good enough . but as a way of life ? prepared to be judged and do remember how ‘humane’ we all are .
the turn of the ‘century’ begins when ‘that’ other generation died out and it’s going ever so slowly , incrementally .
stopped caring , that one did .
the soul that relishes on the works and the inner working on the newest projects that included most , is unquestionably truthful to itself .
you think it and it becomes . out of tune piano , how many actually would go around and play it ? let alone know how to play it beautifully ? . tuning it beforehand to make sure it ‘sits’ right ? . not many .
harmony begins with an understanding of a certain progress at a certain given time . only then harmony could relate . without the ‘guidelines’, harmony would ceased to be what it is .
even in dissonant , to relate a discordant harmony to it , the melody has to got to be let run it’s course .
take a listen . and harmonize away.
now tell me , in ‘musical terms’ what other types of progressions in this world that we haven’t heard yet ?
teach yourself and children music if not then at the very least, have at least big enough interest in it , go explore . be somebody else as the journeying takes place .
come back and talk about the experiences with someone who understands you .
someone who cared before, stopped caring . he or she is focusing on something that is even better . and why in the world are you having problems with that ?
take that journey , i insist .
death permanently defies a story told .
it lingers in the knowing of breathing men ,
digging a little deeper with variances ,
to lead remaining seconds ,
death defies that knowing .
that knowing , yes , indeed better yet for the living .
go on , take another step forward .
nudged and provoked
a question and a dire need is to suffice ,
he looked beyond boundaries,
colorless , toning sepia ,
just slightly above,
an answer and a beginning to comfort .
bodies trapping souls
for what were said , are not what were meant ,
and what were known ,
are just above ,
- only to how the words were arranged .
with the memory of ideas , a likeness to beauties that are wanting ,
broad views, a point made ,
comprehension could be a light from darker tones ,
what were said ,
heard and understood ; to what would be compensated.
beyond broad views , boundaries ahead ,
he started to paint a scene
pages and pages of destinations ,
with your reasons to choose, freeing to gain .
skip , skip , a turn