RE: Non-creationists, show me your creations!!!
March 27, 2015 at 12:28 pm
(This post was last modified: March 27, 2015 at 12:33 pm by Thumpalumpacus.)
Most of my creations are in the arts -- music, prose, poetry. Here's some old demos of original compositions:
https://soundcloud.com/thumpalumpacus/going-tharn
https://soundcloud.com/thumpalumpacus/lookin-for-five-0
https://soundcloud.com/thumpalumpacus/adelaide
Some poetry:
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My next project is wood-and-nails: I'll be building a roof over my deck, so's I can barbecue in the rain.
When I get to building it, I'll take and post pictures.
https://soundcloud.com/thumpalumpacus/going-tharn
https://soundcloud.com/thumpalumpacus/lookin-for-five-0
https://soundcloud.com/thumpalumpacus/adelaide
Some poetry:
They’re all so cold,
and distant,
utterly unconcerned,
emotions unreturned.
They sleepwalk their way through the day with
nothing really real to say.
You can try to lay circuitry, but there’s no electricity --
why wire your emotions when there’s no telegraph?
Empty words, empty stare,
between me and them there’s only empty air,
molecules stilled by fears gone a-flutter,
a window made useless by the use of a shutter,
for their eyes might be open,
but their hearts seem closed
and any attempt at reaching inside seems predisposed
to failure.
Why even try?
Every so often, the façade cracks open.
Every so often, the dam is broken.
Every so often, I catch myself hoping that
our smiles are more than just empty tokens.
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She came,
wrapping me in her cool embrace,
her breath on my face,
reminding me that beauty
is sometimes barren.
It had been a long year, and so
she’d came,
and helped me forget it,
wearing nothing but promises.
I hadn’t yet wearied of her presence,
and so we gloried in long
damp nights spent together.
She’d murmur into my ear
and drizzle me with her moods
and together we’d sit and watch
the year fall away.
and distant,
utterly unconcerned,
emotions unreturned.
They sleepwalk their way through the day with
nothing really real to say.
You can try to lay circuitry, but there’s no electricity --
why wire your emotions when there’s no telegraph?
Empty words, empty stare,
between me and them there’s only empty air,
molecules stilled by fears gone a-flutter,
a window made useless by the use of a shutter,
for their eyes might be open,
but their hearts seem closed
and any attempt at reaching inside seems predisposed
to failure.
Why even try?
Every so often, the façade cracks open.
Every so often, the dam is broken.
Every so often, I catch myself hoping that
our smiles are more than just empty tokens.
**************
She came,
wrapping me in her cool embrace,
her breath on my face,
reminding me that beauty
is sometimes barren.
It had been a long year, and so
she’d came,
and helped me forget it,
wearing nothing but promises.
I hadn’t yet wearied of her presence,
and so we gloried in long
damp nights spent together.
She’d murmur into my ear
and drizzle me with her moods
and together we’d sit and watch
the year fall away.
*************
My next project is wood-and-nails: I'll be building a roof over my deck, so's I can barbecue in the rain.
When I get to building it, I'll take and post pictures.
